Why Should I Leave Home Ch. 01





Will Mum influence my plans to leave home?


This is going to be one of my longer stories because it's not just a fuck-up story, it's a sordid story of lust, love and incest that takes time to brew and develop. So please bear with me and enjoy the slow build-up as my Mum and I become more than just relatives. The story will be in two parts and both halves will run to about seven pages.

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It's always a child's duty to look after their parents isn't it? We're the ones full of energy while they slowly age and decline – and so it was that I'd been enlisted to help Mum to look after my Dad. Well, I wasn't so much as enlisted as brought up to help really. Poor old Dad, he'd had a hard life...

Mum had married him on her 20th birthday, smitten presumably by his good looks but not all that long after they married he'd had a nasty accident. A ladder slipped from beneath him, dropping him and a pot of paint to the concrete path below. The ambulance men took him away quickly afterwards but the paint splash remained as a vivid reminder of the moment for many a year thereafter. Mum was already carrying me by then and somehow held onto her baby-to-be despite the trauma but Dad wasn't so lucky with his health. His wounds recovered well enough but although he was repaired on the outside, parts of him inside were irrevocably damaged and soon they began to impact on his health. Unable to work and then housebound he began to slip downhill and had been little more than a burden to Mum for the past fifteen years or more.

As I said, she'd married at 20 but Dad on the other hand was already 40 so it was not quite a May to September relationship but almost so, but instead of an active romance Mum found herself being a nurse to care for her partner and as his health declined it took away all the pleasures of a loving, vigorous and happy future.

To add to her assorted trauma, Mum also lost both her parents during that period, victims of a road traffic accident – the one beneficial thing to come from that event was that her parents, who'd survived bombings during the War but not a modern-day catastrophe, left her a handy legacy which Mum and Dad used to buy their house outright, so the roof over our heads was relatively secure and at least Mum only needed some part-time income to keep the household going once Dad became unable to work. Sheer determination and lots of hard work kept the boat afloat somehow and once I reached my teens even the small amount of money I earned from a paper round was added to the family funds too.

But thanks to Mum's dedication I never felt aggrieved about that because somehow she had enough love to share with me to override any such feelings and in those early years I used to feel for Mum too. Nevertheless it did annoy me at times because instead of sharing my growing-up years with my parents I saw little of my Dad and Mum often had to leave me on my own as she ministered to his needs. I suppose though, that in my youth I was generally unable to see the pain that both she and dad suffered – mental pain with Mum and physical pain with Dad even though I was aware of her efforts.

Mum worked so hard to help Dad and yet her marriage was a farce. It may have been built on love but they had little time for the pleasures of the flesh and instead she was forced to concentrate on her husband's health issues. Instead of sharing a bed with him she had to be pushed aside as he spent much of his time becoming evermore reliant on help and painkillers, regressing from a chair to a wheelchair, then needing helping breaths of oxygen too, not to mention his own special bed.

He even needed a special diet along with the endless medication just to add to Mum's work load, but she managed without complaining – at least not to me.

I did what I could to help – doing shopping either on my own or occasionally with Mum; getting Dad ready at night and so many little things that had to be done constantly. All through my school years it went on and it was only because I promised my parents that I'd really try that I graduated successfully, my home studies often being interrupted by Mum needing my help in some way or other.

And then as I moved on to college in my 18th year I found myself some relief from the drudgery in the form of a really delicious girlfriend and she helped me through many a rough night when helping and studying become too much together. Quickly we discovered sex and then, after our initial shyness we lost our virginities and almost equally quickly we became addicted to the sexual excitement, but even though she was willing, I just couldn't be 'hers' – my allegiance was to my Mother and our friendship eventually floundered.

Sure, we enjoyed some great times together and even began to make plans for our future but as Dad's health continued downhill, so too did our togetherness falter. Perhaps if I'd had my own place instead of living with my parents; perhaps if we'd had a peaceful and private bedroom in which to romp and if there hadn't always been the risk of my parents disturbing us then things might have been very different.

I don't really blame her – in a way I blamed Dad but it wasn't his fault...he couldn't help it if his health interrupted our love life and peace but I took it out on him in my mind.

"Stupid clumsy old git," I muttered one evening after I'd spent several hours helping Mum with his health-care equipment, "I'd have my own place by now if it wasn't for you."

I wanted to throw things around but I curbed my temper if only because I didn't want to upset Mum. Her life was upset far more than mine but she didn't complain.

Then out of the blue Dad contracted a serious chest infection; suddenly he was on constant medication; suddenly he needed oxygen all the time; suddenly our work load seemed to double.

As his interest in life faltered and faded, armies of end-of-life carers began calling, doctors too – and then came the final straw as they told us that nothing more could be done and that we should prepare for his end.

Thank heavens it came quickly – one day he rallied – the next day he was gone, just like that...to leave Mum and me sobbing with sadness and relief.

But his passing meant one more problem – Mum was on her own now, entirely bereft of his financial help, such as it had been. And although she was free of his constant needs she was missing a partner too – a woman in her forties is too young to be a lonely widow.

And so here we were a few years later; it was around 2008 actually – Mum at just 42 and me at a mere 21 – Mum with no partner, job or proper income and me just finding my feet in the world of industry and commerce. Life was going to remain a struggle, at least for a while.

At least I'd managed to finish college and somehow passed my final exams and had just found my first job, but that merely meant that my own life was even more upside-down and full of chaos too and for a while I was in no condition to be of much help.

Inside me something kept telling me to get away, to set up my own home now I was a man but each time I began to scan the property pages, my heart began pulling me back home. I was in at least two minds all the time and really struggling to grow up but there was only one real option. Mum needed me now more than ever and despite my desire to step out on my own, I simply had to be there for her.

And so the story begins...

Mum's name is Pauline although I never called her by her name but I noticed that whereas once she used to tell people that it was Pauline, in more recent years and after Dad had died she'd tell them it was Paula and I don't blame her. Pauline was so 1950's, she said – whereas Paula sounded much more modern.

"I don't really mind what you call me so long as it's not rude," I remember her saying to me, "I do like it when you to call me 'Mum' – well, I am your Mum anyway so that's what you should call me. I won't complain if you call me Paula but please don't call me Pauline – that's so formal and out-of-date."

Paula sounded more seductive and softer too – not that I was even considering any form of seduction at that time but even so, deep inside me there was already a lust. A lust for her lovely breasts; my waking dream. Heck, I'd never seen them in their entirety. I'd obviously seen them exposed to various degrees and had even caught a hint of nipples when I found her dressing one day but nevertheless, in my mind I'd seen them entirely unfettered and hanging free. They were a powerful and delicious pair of delectable aids to my dirty dreams.

As I jerked my cock to powerful eruptions in the privacy of my room I'd imagine those breasts enclosing my cock – they were without a doubt the most desirable tits I'd ever seen on a woman in real life. They became part of my fantasies each night – her generous mammaries often finding their imaginary selves attached to my mouth or around my thrusting spurting cock.

But my fantasies didn't stop there; once my arousal was complete I wanted her body; I wanted her to be there for me, to suck me into her cupid's mouth, to let me hold and use her maternal breasts and to let me fill her perfect pussy. Inside me, in crude recesses of my mind I desired her more than anything, mother or not.

Mum, Paula, is a touch over five feet four inches in height and while I never asked her what her weight was (in the same way you don't ask a woman her age) she wasn't skinny; she was a more traditional shape, with a proud bust, a distinct waist and generous hips.

Mum's accent wasn't on her arse as a woman's shape seems to be nowadays, instead it was on her bust and even more so on her pretty face which she managed to keep looking immaculate despite all else. Good genes were the answer because she never needed to use much make-up...and she certainly never wore a corset!

Mum was always proud of her bust – not as in pushing her tits in your face but she looked after her figure and made sure she wore bras that fitted properly – I know that because of all the time I spent waiting for her in shops as she tried on new underwear. In those early days I didn't appreciate her tits as sexual things but later on, as they became part of my fetish, I came to know the size of those breasts so well – she was a succulent 36C.

Oh – I ought to mention her legs while I'm at it, which perhaps thanks to all the running around she had to do were a delight to lust over even though the heart of my attention was higher up. They were slender yet shapely, they always reminded me of an air hostess's legs somehow. I know that she wore stocking from time to time but they were merely for adornment and were usually quickly discarded once she was home. That reminds me too of the many times she'd let me watch her putting on or removing her stockings, my young eyes full of her creamy thighs and flashes of knickers – the sight always enough to stir my arousal; enough to send me to seek out a quiet place so I could beat off.

She kept her stockings in a special drawer lined with soft tissue, so they wouldn't get snagged, she told me. It was a private yet wonderful drawer that secretly drew me to it so I could absorb the essence of the scented contents, scented by both her body and a splash of eau de toilette. Delicious memories that I'll never forget.

I guess I hardly need to tell you who I am – I'm Chris as I'm sure you well know by now.

At the age of 21 – at the time this story begins properly – I was a tad over six feet tall and about as healthy as nature allowed me to be without doing work-outs and such.

Helping to lift Dad up and down, keeping active generally and not over-eating – hardly having time to eat at all sometimes it seemed, all kept me pretty fit to be honest. Mum believed in healthy eating and she had a small if productive garden; a place to escape the drudgery of nursing no doubt. I often used to help her and between us we reared many a nice crop of vegetables and fruit all of which aided my general wellbeing, I guess.

I was in the habit of keeping my hair quite short, if only so that I didn't waste time preening myself. A quick rub over and a brief smoothing down and my hair was ready for the day ahead.

I seldom drank alcohol although once in a while I'd let things go a bit when I might knock back a few lagers by way of relief and relaxation, but I never smoked or did drugs (and I still don't) and by and large I was a fine upstanding healthy guy – all complete with a solid seven and a half inch extension to my body of which I was rightly proud.

And that seven-and-a-bit inch-long piece of meat loved several things; porn, attention and dreams of sexy tits being squashed around it. Top of the list of desirable breasts were Mum's unobtainable ones; the ones I dreamt about, the ones I knew were entirely out of bounds – and yet the ones that my eyes would lock onto whenever possible, the ones that always caused the most uncontrollable urges to flow into my penis.

Speaking of my penis, my longest-time girlfriend; the only one I really fell for, was shocked when she encountered my penis the first time we tried to enjoy some sex. No, not shocked because of its size or anything but because of what happened, something I still blush about whenever I think back.

We were both virgins when we met and although we were both eager to explore sex, our natural reticence kept us dithering for ages until one day I was permitted to expose my erect penis and she managed to look at it and then touch it without screaming! A few days later and it was her turn to expose herself and my turn to touch her. Then suddenly we progressed in a big rush, finding ourselves on our own, at home alone for a few hours and just too excited to stop. But instead of enjoying a thrilling first fuck it nearly came to a sudden halt and almost ended in embarrassment!

Why?

Because all the exposure was too much for my hair-triggered cock and I just started erupting before we did anything so that my first orgasm in her presence was a complete accident.

Thank heavens that she remained unfazed and I remained hard because the lust was still there and we finally managed to consummate our love a few minutes later.

Mum had taken Dad to a care facility for the afternoon and we had the house to ourselves. Knowing that we'd be alone, we'd kind of agreed that today would be "the day" and as soon as we were on our own we were at it, kissing and cuddling amorously as we built our excitement. Before long we were undressing with unseemly haste and were now both kneeling on my bed, our outer garments discarded around the room.

And now I was allowed, with trembling fingers, to push her cute frilly knickers down her legs, sliding them over her smooth hips and her sweet swelling arse; then she'd knelt upright watch as I removed my underpants. We knelt there for a few moments as I absorbed the sight of her curled and springy golden pubes and while she gawped at my cock, then almost suddenly, in a haze of lust we flung ourselves together, my erection pressing hard against her wonderful pussy for the first time ever – and I just blew off on the spot!

She learned a lot about the clingy pervasive nature of spunk in those few seconds!

I've learnt to control myself a bit since then and as it happened it didn't really spoil things because, as I said, I was rock hard again inside a few minutes!

Mind you we ended up with a whole assortment of sticky and discarded underwear that day because neither of us had really planned for the mess of making love; of blood, sweat and cum!

But once we'd overcome our general overexcitement about our bodies we soon learned how to fuck, to make love, to have sex and it became incredible fun; the pleasures of rolling on a bed with a girl being something so new and so exciting to me that I'd get hard just at the mention of the word 'bed'. But then just as things were getting good, so my world crashed about me as the toll of attending to Dad took precedence; as I had to let her down one too many times.

I can still dream delightfully as I remember those sex-filled afternoons and evenings though – few that they may have been...

But life had to go on and now it was just Mum and me – two lonely deflated souls together with no plans at all. All we could think to do was to keep enough money in the kitty to pay the bills and to both kind of loiter around, both of us bored now having no chores or nursing duties to perform. Sure, I still had to work which gave me an escape route but each evening when I returned home, the gloom descended on us again.

Before long all of Dad's special nursing care equipment was removed and the bedroom returned to being a proper bedroom and even though I suggested some kind of a shrine to Dad's memory Mum turned it down.

"No darling, he wore me out," she said, "I don't want to spend the rest of my life thinking about him, thank you."

Our life was empty right now – we really needed to get out of our rut somehow.

Mum did find herself a bit of work locally but it wasn't much, and then one day my escape ladder began to take shape as my boss put me in charge of the entire sales department and gave me the position of Executive Sales Manager Designate.

The title alone was posh enough but with my new position also came a considerable rise in salary and suddenly the sun was shining again.

Ok – my promotion was thrust upon my boss when his existing sales manager found himself another job and left suddenly, but he took pains to assure me.

"You can do it," he said with more confidence than I had, "In fact I'm relying on you."

What he meant was that it was up to me to succeed – or fail.

Shit – that was brave of him but it made me feel strong – and if he said I could do it then I wasn't going to let him down. The alternative was probably to be ignored for ever after...or face the sack, so I worked really hard to make a success of things and somehow success bred more success. Soon the whole department was buzzing; soon we were breaking new ground and sales were going up and up and the boss was glowing and so was I, especially when he confirmed my appointment.

Pay rise quickly followed pay rise; I even found myself with a company car for the first time ever. As manager I now had many more responsibilities but my growing prosperity helped our life to slowly become a little less boring; helped us climb out of that rut. Mum and I were able to go out for the occasional meal and to buy small luxuries for the home and for ourselves. With the car we travelled; not to far off places but we explored around us, discovering some delightful beaches and hills and other peaceful places but while all this was happening, something inside me was telling me that things weren't right – I should be out there with my partner, my girlfriend, my wife perhaps, rather than with my mother. I should be free of the apron strings by now, setting up my own nest, building my own future life of independence.

Inevitably found myself ogling every pretty female I saw, lusting after her, torn between leaping up and proposing to her and the other option – of staying true to my Mum.

Perhaps expecting great things I went to a class reunion one weekend – only to find that almost without exception, all my classmates and especially those females I'd fancied were now settled down and were raising families. The remaining girls generally seemed to have turned fat and unattractive and those few past male friends of mine who weren't settled were now raising hell with the authorities instead – unattached guys flaunting their masculinity and risking both their necks and their freedom.

I returned from the reunion feeling deflated in some ways and yet bucked up in others. Here was me, still living at home and looking after my Mum but now I realised that she looked a whole lot better than most of my old female acquaintances did. Suddenly I actually felt proud of my Mum's beauty but I realised too that my view was only an observation and perhaps a biased one at that. And there was the other thought that kept arising – at home I wasn't getting any sex; I didn't even have my own place wherein I could play with my ever-eager instrument in total peace.





I began looking at houses and flats; places to either buy or rent that would suit me but I was a choosy guy despite my newfound affluence. The home I'd been brought up in was perfect for me; a nice neighbourhood; a substantial and pleasant rear garden; plenty of open space around us and perhaps most importantly, a loving mother there who cooked like a saint and whatever place I looked at seemed dowdy or definitely down-market to me.

Not only that, the prices they expected me to pay seemed exorbitant in the extreme and I soon found that were I to set up on my own, my finances would limit me to something remarkably small and pokey. Nevertheless the search for a new home became part of my life for a while – it just didn't seem fair to leave Mum with the task of looking after me for the rest of my life.

Back at work, things were still working out fine – and then something happened that set things rolling even faster and which changed the course of my future. My boss paid me the ultimate accolade by telling me I'd won a week-long stay at a well-renowned Country Club Hotel down on the coast, an award announced at an office social gathering. It was an annual award for the best Manager across the entire company and I was staggered to win.

"Congratulations Chris and welcome to the world of Management!" beamed the boss as he slapped my back heartily, almost jerking the glass of beer from my hand, "You've really deserved this vacation – well done my boy!"

I was over the moon, although as we came together again after the announcement, the boss brought something up; something that had niggled at me as soon as the award was announced.

"You're not married are you?" he said, a questioning frown crossing his brow, "Any idea who you'll take along?"

I had no time to reply before he was off again.

"Don't suppose it matters really," he continued, his voice rumbling, "But it's an all expenses paid week for two people, so bring someone along, for heaven's sake."

Wow, all paid for, I now realised; the facts sinking in.

'Fantastic!' I thought, then I sobered quickly.

"Ummm, I'm a bit stuck there," I answered hesitantly, "I'm sort of on my own, I don't actually have a girlfriend at present; haven't had time for one to be honest."

"Well don't let that stop you having a good time – find someone, find a bit of skirt somewhere," he boomed, "Make sure you take someone with you; be damn silly of you not to."

And then he left me to accept the backslaps and congratulations of my colleagues and for me to consider my options.

I could phone a female friend, of whom I had only a small number...but whom? Could I just go out and find someone? Could I enjoy a whole week in the company of any of them anyway?

Or I could ask Mum if she'd like to accompany me?

The decision was quick and easy – there was no alternative really.

I'd ask Mum.

The thrill and delight of my good fortune was enough to push aside all other considerations and I phoned Mum from the office as soon as I could, then heard her actually screaming with excitement as I told her. And then I found myself breathless and hot for some reason as I put the phone down, my whole body buzzing with excitement, so much so that I hardly remembered the rest of the afternoon.

One thing I did remember was to stop off on the way home and buy a couple of magnum bottles of some quite pricey sparkling wine which I held out to Mum as I arrived home.

"Wheeeee!" she yelled exuberantly, "We're going to have a party! My son's won us a holiday! We're going to have such a wonderful time!"

She grabbed the bottles from me and dancing round and round in circles, the bottles whirling around like Indian clubs.

As soon as I could I grabbed the bottles back before she lost control of them as I panicked over wasting so much money's-worth of booze but inside I glowed happily as I watched Mum just being so happy.

It was the first time I'd ever seen Mum really laughing, really excited and I found myself just standing there watching her, adoring and feeling so happy for the bubbly, pretty, bouncy person who was my mother – then finding myself lusting over her delightful breasts as they danced inside her dress. Stirrings of sexual arousal began but were soon overpowered by our happiness.

And then before the euphoria died she wanted us to open the wine immediately even though it was still warm so I took over and did it – the cork from the first bottle leaving a dent in the ceiling that remained there for years...

And then we were happily glugging glass after glass of the fizzy stuff almost childishly, both excited almost beyond belief. Never before had either of us won or been given anything so excellent – it was almost as if all the years of hard labour and relative poverty had been cast aside.

We even danced together, a silly prancing around the room, both of us jumping up and down with laughter, splashing wine everywhere as we cavorted and both with huge stupid grins on our faces. Anyone would have thought we'd won a lottery jackpot.

Eventually though, the alcohol level in us rose and the excitement level fell and as something akin to exhaustion took over we collapsed side by side on the sofa, both glowing in our happy somewhat alcoholic fuzz.

"Oh darling – you just can't understand what this means to me," enthused Mum as our hands found each other, "Do you realise – the last time I had a proper holiday was when your Dad and I were married – it was our honeymoon."

"Guessed as much Mum, I don't ever remember you having a break in all the years I've been growing up. I think that's why I asked you to come with me," I replied, "Don't forget it'll be my first proper break too."

"Yes of course, that's right," said Mum, "We'd better make sure you have a really wonderful time then!"

"And you Mum," I added, because I wanted her to enjoy herself as well, "You'd better have fun too!"

For a second or two she fell silent and reflective before she brightened again and then her hand squeezed mine then pulled me to her in a loving happy warm embrace.

We remained silent for a few moments more as the memories of Dad were stirred up; memories of all those years of looking after him, then Mum pushed us apart, sat upright suddenly, let go of my hand and slapped my thigh.

"Come on, this won't do; I've got things to do," she said firmly as she pushed herself up off the sofa, "Whooo!"

"What's up – are you alright?" I asked of Mum who was standing still but swaying.

"Just went all giddy," she said as she abruptly sat back down again, "That wine's got to me I think. I was going to go and get us some dinner but I'm not sure I could right now."

"Don't worry Mum," I answered, my own mind vaguely fuzzy, "Not sure I could eat either – looks like we'd better have a liquid dinner!"

I could actually hold my drink quite well but even so the alcohol was affecting my senses somewhat.

I drained my glass, then picked up the bottle for a refill, finding that there wasn't a whole lot left so I topped up Mum's glass despite her protestations and poured the remainder into mine. I wasn't trying to get Mum pissed, I was just being polite and generous as usual.

"No, no more darling," said Mum, but she still picked up her glass and emptied it again, "Phew – I've gone all hot too."

"That's because you're wearing too much," my slightly drunken mouth said, "When we're on that beach you're not going to wear as much as you are now, are you?"

"Silly boy!" she said, "What, me on the beach? You won't want to see your old Mum in a swimsuit, will you?

"Mum – you're not old – you're only in your forties," I said, "And when we get to the beach I'm going to be in my swimming shorts so you'd better be in your swimsuit or else."

"Huh – hardly likely, is it? You must be joking!" said Mum, glancing up and down her dress, "I don't think I could even get into a swimsuit."

She ran her hands over her body as if feeling the fat under her skin and her face creased up.

"As for the costume I've got, mine must be over twenty years old anyway because I bought it for my honeymoon," she said.

"Wow! That would be a sight! You in your honeymoon swimsuit! Go on, I dare you – try it!" I said, goading her stupidly, "Bet it would fit and I bet you're about the same size as you were then."

Actually my Mum hadn't seemed to have gained much weight in all the years I could remember. Possibly she had a little more on her here and there but to me she'd always remained much the same.

"No way – I must have put on pounds and pounds since then. Here, I'll show you!" said Mum, holding up her hands, "Help me up."

I managed to stand and then pulled Mum into an upright position and she weaved off towards the stairs as I stood and watched her.

"I even know where my swimsuit is," she said as she grabbed the handrail and climbed the stairs, "Believe it or not I found it just the other day."

I remained standing there for a few minutes in silence as I settled a feeling of arousal down below – and then there was a couple of dull and heavy thumps from above me and I just knew that Mum had fallen over. Quickly and suddenly feeling almost entirely sober, I strode quickly across the room and almost ran up the stairs towards the bedrooms.

Mum's bedroom door was wide open and there she was, half propped against the bed, half on the floor – and half undressed too.

Before I could even consider my actions I rushed to her side, wrapped my arms around her, lifted her up to turn her around so that I could sit her carefully on her bed and only then did I stop to take in the scene.

Mum had managed to take off her dress and was now clad in a short slip and her underwear. Her luscious legs were bare but what was far more exciting were her superb breasts – well, they were definitely superb to me! Full, rounded and lightly freckled they were, stretching her bra to the limits. Inside the cups her dark aureoles and her prominent nipples themselves were evident, flattened against the powder blue mesh.

Instantly I felt a rush of blood to my groin and an unconscious juddering thrust of my pelvis, which accompanied a long release of breath.

Silently I mouthed a "Wowww!" as I took in the view before I managed to pull myself together, shake my head quickly and get down to business.

"You ok Mum?" I asked as I now knelt at her feet and held her hands, "Didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

I looked for bruises and other damage but it didn't now help that my eyes were almost on a level with her fantastic breasts...

"No darling, not really," answered Mum, her eyes looking dazed and her hands squeezing mine, "Silly me – I did a bit of a twirl and just lost my balance."

"What on earth did you do that for?" I asked as our fingers intertwined and Mum shook her head.

"Don't know," she said, "It was just the excitement of knowing we're going away and of being so happy I think. And all that bubbly, of course."

"You're happy that we're going away?" I asked for the umpteenth time and Mum nodded this time.

I guess that I was so enamoured of my 'winnings' that I wanted to hear Mum say she was happy and pleased time after time...

"You know I am darling," said Mum, her fingers stroking mine, "And I'm so incredibly proud of you."

Her hands pulled me to her and we managed to embrace as I knelt upright at her feet while she sat on the bed. I felt the swell of her lightly-clad breasts against my chest and then her lips on my cheek and I glowed inside; a liquid glow that filled me and that then seemed to ooze down my body until it reached my groin.

"Uuuuhhh," I grunted quietly as a surge of energy seemed to fill my penis before I managed to control my mind.

"What's up darling," asked Mum as she pushed me away from her slightly, "You didn't hurt yourself when you lifted me, did you?"

"No, no course not," I answered, "No, I'm fine."

Yeah sure – I was fine except that my cock seemed to have suddenly become a massive object that filled my pants and my mind. Worse than that, as I'd knelt down so my movement had allowed my penis to slip from its confining underpants. A quick glance down confirmed that my erection had stretched down my left thigh, a long barrel-shaped ridge that was going to be extremely evident if I stood up.

I shook my head hard but my erection remained, throbbing silently, pulsating with my quick heartbeat.

I had to stay exactly where I was – as close to Mum as I could so she couldn't see...but that meant that her proximity was sending more energy to my penis – and worse than that, Mum was trying to get up off the bed.

"Stay there Mum – stay there for a minute," I said desperately hoping that she'd obey me, but Mum was feeling somewhat better now.

"Oh darling, stop worrying, I'm fine – I told you, I only lost my balance," she said as she ignored me and looked across the room, "Now, where's that swimsuit? Oh, I know."

She moved sideways away from me, her leg brushing briefly and firmly if unintentionally against my erection as she moved, until she could stand again, then she crossed the room to the wardrobe, ignoring my predicament.

"Now where's that box? Where did I put it?" she muttered to herself, "Ah – it's up there. Oh damn, Chris, come and reach this box for me will you."

A quick and frantic scrabbling around in my pants allowed me to at least return my erection to its proper abode but there was still something of a tent visible. I'd just have to ignore it; just have to pretend it wasn't there...

"Coming Mum, what are you looking for?" I asked as I crossed the room to join her and thank heavens she was still facing the wardrobe as I stretched over her shoulder and brought down the box that she indicated.

"Thank you darling, see, here it is," she said as she lifted the lid, "Isn't that pretty?"

"Err, yes, umm guess so," I said, hesitant because the article of clothing looked far from pretty to me.

She lifted it from it's box and looked at it silently while behind her I cringed. It seemed so dated – so ancient and there was so much of it! It looked big enough to be a whole outfit to me! There was a lot more of Mum on show right now than if she'd worn that thing, I reckoned.

"Umm Mum, forget it, you're coming shopping with me on Saturday," I said firmly, "We've got to replace it, you can't wear that thing."

"Why ever not?" asked Mum, her voice still lightly befuddled, as she held her swimsuit up, "I'm sure it'll fit me. Well I think it will – it does stretch."

There was a brief silence as Mum compared the swimsuit to her body.

"Hmmmm, actually I'm not quite so sure now," she said as she held up the offending article, "Mind you, it used to fit me very nicely."

"Nah, that won't fit you," I replied, "We'll get you a new one tomorrow."

"Oh no darling, don't go wasting your money; it'll fit, I'm sure it will!" she said brightly, "Let me give it a try."

With that she moved away and back to the bed where she dropped the out-of-date article on the bed and pushing her half-slip down she quickly stepping out of it. Her tightly clad arse strained towards me in her knickers as she bent down and I felt my cock jump against my boxers; stretching and growing again in seconds. And then she pushed her knickers down too, exposing her deliciously firm and wonderfully bare arse to me.

"Mummmmm," I said, shocked to the core, "I'm here – I'm still here."

"Oh Chris – oh goodness – oh so you are!" she exclaimed, "I'd forgotten – oh good heavens!"

As she spoke she also turned around somewhat, to briefly reveal that she didn't shave down there! A veritable cascade of pretty brown fuzz filled the junction between her legs before she reached down and pulled her knickers back up.

"Not to worry Mum," I managed to gasp as I backed out of the door, "I'm gone – I'll leave you to it."

Outside the door I just stood on the landing with my heart pounding and my cock throbbing or was it my heart throbbing and my cock pounding...

I'd never seen Mum undressed before, certainly never to that extent and I'd definitely never ever seen her pussy before – not in real life at any rate.

In my dreams I once used to imagine her perfect breasts around my cock, but since then, having discovered the pleasures of sex, my imagination had moved downwards and now my mind lusted after pussies and with no girlfriend around, it was Mum's in particular that aroused me. In my dreams I'd seen it and in my wanking moments it was even closer to me; in fact it would be riding up and down on my erection whenever I lustfully shut my eyes.

But I shut them again now to try to close out the sight, hoping that reality would return, that my cock would relax and that Mum wouldn't be annoyed or upset or otherwise offended.

Slowly things within me returned to normal; slowly my breathing and my heart slowed and my cock settled down again – and then the door opened and there was Mum once more.

"Well, what d'you think?" she said as she pirouetted unsteadily in the bedroom doorway.

She was wearing that chunk of clothing and quite honestly, even if it had been modern, which it wasn't, it would have looked lousy on her. For a start it was a one-piece swimsuit that completely covered her arse and even carried on down towards her thighs like a little skirt. It did nothing for her from the rear; did nothing for her trim midriff and when she turned around again and faced me again I realised that the front was all wrong too.

Despite imagining that Mum was unaltered, she had seemingly gained a fair bit of extra bust. If she'd been perhaps a middling C cup twenty years ago then she was nearer a full D cup now and proverbially, her cups runneth over! Not over the top unfortunately but out of the sides; the cups just weren't enough for her breasts.

The suit was high cut across her frontage and so didn't expose any part of her breasts but they didn't just fit inside it properly, they were squashed everywhere and all out of shape somehow.

I stood there open-mouthed as I carefully considered my words and as Mum looked at me expectantly.

"Umm, what can I say," I eventually said, "Yeah, it's ok, but it just doesn't fit you now, does it?"

I was trying to be polite but it wasn't easy...

"Well, it's ok around here," Mum answered, cupping the cheeks of her arse, "But..."

"Yeah maybe, well sort of, but – but – it isn't right everywhere else Mum," I said, more sure of myself as I proceeded, "I mean, look, look at your...your boobs! They're all squashed – it's all wrong! No – we go shopping on Saturday or you don't come with me, how's that."

I saw Mum's eyebrows jump upwards as I referred to her breasts but they sank again after that quick movement and my last comment.

"Suppose you're right," said Mum dejectedly, "I suppose it doesn't really fit me now. Still, what was I expecting after all those years? Oh well – never mind."

With that she turned and stepped back into her bedroom and I saw her pull the straps off her shoulders. I stood there holding my breath as her thumbs reached around her body and into the material – and pulled it downwards.

And then it was all around her waist and still being pushed downwards and even though she had her back to me I just had to call out once more.

"Muuuum – for heaven's sake, you're doing it again, I'm still here!" I said, almost wishing that I'd kept quiet.

"You what?" said Mum and as she spoke she turned and there before my eyes were her long lusted-after breasts; her strong, full-frontal, well-filled, beautifully-weighted, cock-rousing, motherly breasts.

"Ooooh fuck," I breathed, "Ooooh bloody hell!"

There was a sudden small shriek from Mum as she quickly covered herself with her hands and turned away but as she did so the swimsuit lost its battle with gravity and slid suddenly down to her knees giving me a full frontal view of her superb body.





"Oh my goodness!" cried Mum, "What on earth's wrong with me?"

She tried unsuccessfully to cover all of her assets with her hands and to pull the swimsuit back up as well but all she achieved was to show me her lovely firm arse again as she bent down and this time her legs were sufficiently wide apart to show me the bulge of her fur-clad pussy from behind as well. And as she bent and twisted her breasts hung like ripe plums, all complete with their well defined stalks.

With the inefficient haste of someone whose coordination was askew Mum heaved her costume back into place until she was decently covered but in those few moments starch had formed inside my penis as I'd gawped at the sight, brief though it may have been.

And then Mum was looking over her shoulder at me with a silly grin on her face as her eyes swept over my body.

"Oh dear, I'm such a clumsy old so and so, aren't I?" she said softly, "And I've gone and got you all stirred up, haven't I?"

It was my turn to look and feel shocked, my turn to quickly move my hands to cover the offending part of my body; my turn to go red.

But now Mum wasn't fazed and instead she was advancing towards me, one hand holding the swimsuit up over her breasts, the other held out towards me.

"Did I get you all excited?" she continued, "Was that my fault?"

"Mum, Mum, I think you're a bit pissed," I said as I backed towards the doorway, "You're getting a bit carried away, aren't you."

"Am I darling," she husked, her voice all low and sultry, "All I did was to get a little bit undressed and it's made a little bit of you get all excited, hasn't it?"

She continued to advance towards me, now following me out across the landing until I backed against the bathroom door, my legs trembling but my cock still rigid.

"Actually, it doesn't look so little from here!" she said in a sultry voice.

Her tongue was now sliding over her lips, leaving them wet and glistening.

"Come on Mum, calm down, take it easy," I said, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks and my heart pounding anew, "You're getting all carried away Mum."

"No I'm not," she answered as she now stood there, perhaps just out of arm's reach, "I'd just forgotten what it was like to see a man get all excited over little old me."

"I told you, you're not old and you're not little," I spluttered but Mum interrupted.

"You're not so little either, are you darling," said Mum, her hands now moving slowly over her breasts, "You look as if you're quite well developed actually."

I was shivering with either lust or fright, unable to move or speak as Mum's eyes moved up and down my body before coming to rest looking straight into my eyes.

"I wonder what it was that got you so excited?" she mused, her eyes smiling, "Hmmm, I bet it was these."

And with that she moved her hands away from her front upon which her suit, which had been loosely covering her breasts, slowly fell downwards until the material hung at her waist again, leaving her incredible breasts standing proud and aroused and facing me.

Each breast matched the other perfectly; a wonderfully upstanding pair. They hung comfortably but not greatly and each nipple had risen a finger-tip high and now pointed out to either side, deliciously surrounded by at least an inch wide area of darkened crumpled skin. Her breasts were full and looked so smooth and warm and desirable and so eminently fuckable that I just knew that my cock would feel perfect right, deep in the cleft between them.

Mum smiled wickedly at me then cupped her breasts and jiggled them at me, her thumbs sliding over her already hardened nipples.

"Oooh Mum, what're you doing?" I succeeded in saying, feeling my cock jerking hard and my breath shuddering from me, "You're not supposed to do that, not in front of me."

"Well, it looked as if you wanted to see me," she said, "So here I am."

"But, but...!" I spluttered, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

And then the moment passed as Mum shook her head, blinked several times and pulled the material back up again.

"Ok, so you've seen me now," she said, "I think that's enough for now. I'll take this off and then we'd better get back downstairs, eh."

"Um, errr, yeah Mum, ummm sure Mum," I spluttered once more, "I'll leave you to it, ok."

I edged sideways away from her while Mum just stood there with an enigmatic smile on her face, until I reached the stairs and then I was down in a second, quickly collapsing onto the sofa, slumped and limp all over...except for one important part of my anatomy.

"Fuck – what the fuck happened?" I said to myself, "Too much wine, that's what happened – it must have been that."

Too much wine or not, what had happened couldn't be forgotten or blanked from my mind and now as I briefly closed my eyes, the sight of her two perfect breasts reappeared and in my mind I saw my hands reaching up to hold them. Quickly I opened my eyes again to lose the dream, only to see Mum coming down the stairs. I shook my head and smiled at her, a self-conscious and perhaps embarrassed smile.

But Mum looked fine now – no anger showed on her face, no anguish either, just a contented smile as she came across the room. She'd changed into a wrap-around skirt and a blouse that was open at the neck to reveal a fair few inches of cleavage and I noticed as she turned and sat down that her breasts seemed to sway freely with her nipples creating small mounds in the material of her blouse.

Quickly I dragged my eyes away from her charms and checked that my penis was visibly under control, noticing only that although my persistent erection was hidden my crotch did appear to be rather prominent. I'd probably be ok though – just...but then she came and sat beside me on the sofa.

"I'm so sorry darling," said Mum, her hand gently, almost apologetically stroking my thigh, "I think I got a bit carried away there, didn't I?"

"Sort of," I admitted, my mind not really complaining at all, "Never mind – anyway, you proved that you definitely do need a new costume, don't you?"

"Yes darling, I most certainly do and I'm going to chuck that old thing out," agreed Mum, "So Saturday it is then."

I nodded my accord as I picked up my glass, immediately discovering that there was no more than a dribble in the bottom and as I put my glass back down Mum stood up again.

"We ought to try to get in to the shops early," I said, "Try and miss some of the crowds."

But Mum wasn't listening now – she was on her rather unsteady feet and heading towards the kitchen.

"I think I could just do with a little bit more," I heard Mum say from the kitchen, "That last bottle was absolutely lovely."

Then I heard the fridge door open and the heavy clunk of the other bottle of wine.

I took a deep breath, realising that Mum and probably I too would have terrible hangovers in the morning and that we'd probably need to sober up before we went shopping.

I heard Mum doing something in the kitchen and then there was a loud pop and a brief shriek, a sharp impact and a dull thump and I was up and heading to the kitchen in an instant.

And there was Mum, flat out on her back on the floor with the newly uncorked bottle of bubbling wine upright between her legs; the frothy fountain pouring liberally over her exposed knickers! Her skirt had somehow become unfastened and unwrapped and lay spread beneath her and as the frothy fountain died away her knickers appeared, very evidently soaked and entirely see-through!

Somehow I managed to tear my eyes from the sight of her exposed curls to notice a roundish reddening area above the bridge of Mum's nose and the cork on the other side of the room.

I managed to ignore her exposure to firstly remove the bottle to a safe place and secondly to scoop her up in my arms and carry her out to the sofa where I laid her down, quickly supporting her comfortably with some cushions. She was no lightweight but I managed, perhaps driven by an inner protective strength. She was still breathing, so she was at least alive but the reddened area was slowly yet visibly growing.

Briefly I left her while I wetted a towel which I brought back and laid across her brow, bringing forth a long groan of pain. But she was still out of it and as I held the towel in place my inquisitive desire couldn't help but make my eyes wander back down her body until my view rested on her pussy again.

My eyes must have been absolutely wide open as I gazed at her, absorbing the sight of her pubic delights that were now on show for the second time today.

Her curly wetted pubes filled her virtually transparent knickers and yet they seemed designed to show off the protrusion of her pink clitoris and the flushed thick redness of her slightly parted lips. I knew I should cover her up but there was almost nothing handy – even her skirt still lay on the kitchen floor and only a single cushion remained unused.

Taking one last lingering look I covered her with the cushion from the sofa and waited for her to wake up which she did in a few moments.

"Oooww!" she complained, her hand rising to press the towel to her brow, "Ooooh darling, what happened?"

"Looks like the cork hit you and knocked you out," I said as I held her down to stop her from sitting up too soon, "Are you going to be ok? Do you want a doctor or anything?"

"Owwww!" Mum repeated, "No, I'll be fine; it popped out so suddenly and just caught me awkwardly I think."

"Knocked you right out, didn't it?" I said again, "You were flat out on the floor in the kitchen."

"Owwww!" said Mum again, "Bloody hell!"

She shook her head, the movement bringing forth another groan and her hands moved around restlessly, one of them brushing the cushion that covered her to the floor before she turned her hand into a fan which she waved above her face.

"Ooooff! I've gone all hot," she complained, "Ooooohh, just let me rest for a moment or two."

With the cushion out of reach Mum was exposed once again and this time I just left her alone. Short of covering her with my hand or dragging another cushion from beneath her there wasn't a lot I could do apart from watch Mum as she breathed steadily and slowly recovered, while I enjoyed occasional furtive glances at her fascinating body and superbly addictive pubes.

Eventually she came out of her silent mode and her eyes opened below the towel over her forehead and then a ragged smile crossed her face as she looked at me.

"Thank you darling," she said as her hand began to stroke my arm, "I'm so silly. I should have been more careful with that wretched bottle. I should have remembered that the cork pops out."

She paused as her mind took in her situation then she grimaced.

"Urrr, I'm all wet," she said as her eyes and hands explored, "And aaahhh, where's my skirt?"

"It came undone and it's soaked I guess and it's on the kitchen floor," I told her, "I tried to cover you up but you pushed..."

"Oh yes, oh the cushion, I wondered what that was doing there; it felt all heavy on me," she said, "Oh, was that covering me up?"

"Yeah, it was but it's not now, is it?" I answered, my eyes flitting from her face to her groin and back, "Anyway, you probably need some dry knickers by the look of it."

Her hand was now working its way over her crotch and her eyes now jerked upwards and looked at me.

"Oh goodness, I'm all uncovered and I'm soaked through as well, aren't I?" she said, "Oh darling – whatever will you think?"

"I think you had a bit of an accident," I said, "But don't you worry Mum – you just stay still until you feel a bit better."

What I said and what I thought were two very different things because what I thought was far more crude! What I thought was for her to stay there so I could enjoy my glances at her charms; that there was no rush because I didn't want the sight to disappear but Mum had her own thoughts now anyway.

"I think I'd better go and get some clean knickers," she said as she pushed herself upwards; then slumped back down onto the cushions.

"Oh dear, I'm still all wobbly. Perhaps I will stay here for a bit," she said, her hand holding the cool wet towel to her brow, "Do you think you could get me something dry to wear?"

"Yeah, of course," I said, "Dry knickers and anything else in particular?"

"Yes, some clean knickers and another skirt if you could; knickers are in the second drawer – whatever's on top," she breathed, "Oooohhh gosh, that still hurts you know."

Her hand pressed the towel to her forehead.

"Not surprised Mum," I said, "Ok, you stay there – I'll be back in a mo."

I shot upstairs and into her room where I paused as I got my bearings, then calmed somewhat as I pulled open what I discovered was the correct drawer; a drawer stuffed with neat piles of underwear. I grabbed the top pair, shut the drawer; searched other drawers until I found another skirt and rushed downstairs again to proffer the articles to Mum.

"Oh, thank you darling, you're so good," she said, "Oh, those ones!"

She held them up – to reveal to us both that they were remarkably skimpy...and remarkably see-through too – about as see-through as the wet ones she was wearing!

"Ohhh...sorry Mum, I just grabbed the ones off the top like you said," I answered, "I thought they'd be ok. I'll get another pair if you like."

"Never mind," she said, adding a wry grin, "Guess it's too late for modesty anyway but I think you'll have to help me put them on though."

"Of course," I answered, holding my hands out, "Come on then, up you come."

Between us we got Mum upright and she stood there swaying slightly as I held her. Slowly she got used to standing, then she put her hands on my shoulders, pushing me downwards.

"You'll have to hold on to me," she said to my horror, delight, surprise and shock, "I'll fall over again if I'm not careful...put your hands, yes, there."

Her hands kept pushing me until I was on my knees before her, my own hands now holding her hips, her pussy right in my face.

"I wouldn't look if I were you, darling!" Mum said, a slight chuckle in her voice, "You're going to get a bit of an eyeful if you do!"

"It's alright Mum," I said, more concerned with her wellbeing, "Forget that side of it; you need to be dry and comfy, that's more important. Come on, get 'em off then."

"Can you push them down for me please," she said and I felt a growl rise in my throat as I realised the erotic potential in her words.

Slowly my hands moved from her hips to the waistband of her knickers and I tucked my fingers into the material while feeling my penis rising and stiffening once again as I my hands pressed against her bare flesh.

I took a deep breath and pushed down, my fingers sliding over Mum's smooth buttocks as I did so and then Mum was lifting one leg and then the other and then, as her discarded knickers pooled at her feet she stood there, naked from the waist down while I hunched on my knees right there in front of her.

A sudden wave of perfumed delight reached my nose and I breathed in deeply, absorbing the scents of bubbly wine and hot pussy which seemed to effervesce together to produce an incredible cocktail. I breathed again, the deliciously infused air sliding so smoothly over my olfactory receptors, then came alert with a shock as I discovered that I'd leaned forward until I was just inches from Mum's pussy.

Quickly I jerked away and looked up at Mum – to see that her eyes were closed, thank heavens but at that moment I felt her swaying again and I just had time to grab her waist and to steady her as she sat back down heavily then leaned back against the cushions once more.

"Ohh dear," she said, panting from her efforts, "I came over all giddy again. Let me stay here for a bit."

"Sure Mum," I answered, as I stood up in front of her, "Will you be ok?"

Mum seemed to have entirely forgotten that she was still naked from the waist downwards as she lay back while the display of her charms did nothing to calm my sexual arousal. I felt my eyes constantly sliding down her body, absorbing every little detail before I managed to tear them away.

"Yess, I'll be fine thank you," Mum replied, then she held up her arms to me, her fingers moving to reach for me.

"Come here sweetheart, let me give you a big hug, you've been so kind to me," she continued, sounding almost tearful, "Please, come here."

I got back down onto my knees and leaned towards her and as I did so her legs parted and I almost fell between them as her hands grabbed my arms and pulled. Moments later I found I had to lift up off my knees as Mum pulled me to her, then I was being squashed against her body with Mum planting kisses on my cheek while her thighs pressed firmly against the outside of my hips.

"Mmmmm, darling, you're so good to me and you're so nice to hold," Mum breathed in my ear, "So comforting..."

As she held me however, her body slowly slid downwards until our embrace was almost horizontal and I had to lean further and further over as she continued to hold me to her.

But while I was pleased to let her hold me in her arms her body was pressing against mine and my cock seemed to now be pressing against her bare pussy and my penis was hardening and rising and heating up too and I knew I'd have to move soon...but Mum's arms had now become locked around my neck.

I turned my head to say something but instead Mum's lips found mine, her lips all warm and wet and slippery and delicious. My own lips parted and we kissed, her lips eager and needy, our mouths locking together, our tongues exploring.

'Ooooh fuck,' I heard myself think, 'I like it – I like it!'

And down below Mum was liking it too it seemed. Her pussy was pushing upwards against me, rubbing hard against my erection, squashing my balls downwards and my cock upwards, her movements becoming rhythmical and exciting.

"Oooh darling, we mustn't," I heard Mum breathe, but there was neither recrimination nor malice in her words and no loosening of her arms from around my neck either.

Neither did her movements stop, in fact they seemed to be increasingly vigorous.

And then her lips were sucking at mine again and her hips were thrusting harder and faster against me and my own hips were in motion, rubbing my cock up and down what just had to be her pussy at the same tempo. Our breathing, already drawn and expelled quickly through our noses was faster now, so much so that I just had to break away to suck in a deep breath or two through my mouth, the intoxicating taste of Mum's deliciously overheated sexual juices rising like ambrosia to fill my senses again.

I wanted to get away and yet I didn't – I was scared and yet excited – I was horny beyond belief and yet frightened...but powered by my sexual desire I was just unable to move away, unable to resist Mum's body.

There was a brief lull in the proceedings while we both drew deep breaths and then, seemingly with renewed vigour we plunged back together, our mouths colliding wetly and sloppily then locking together, our groins grinding and squirming naughtily.

Then suddenly Mum was all stuttering movement; suddenly her arms tightened around me, suddenly her mouth pulled so hard at mine and suddenly her hips thrust harder and quicker against me. A moment or two later and her legs lifted up and locked behind my back, pulling me tightly against her.

"Oh darling – oh no! Oh Chris, oh my – oh, oh, oh yes!" gasped Mum into my mouth as her body lost control of its movements, her entire lower half vibrating and shaking and jerking violently, with everything pressing hard against me.

I felt myself pulled so firmly against Mum, feeling my cock to be almost gripped between her fluttering thighs somehow. My body was held tight against hers as her legs twined tighter and her heels hammered convulsively on my buttocks. Spasmodically her thighs squeezed me as her climax shook her and shocked her and then their movements slowly eased until they were merely whispers of Mum's earlier passion.





And then Mum slumped back on the sofa; her legs and arms all flopping down and releasing me. With a last small kiss on her cheek I lifted myself upright and looked down at my darling relaxing mother. Her eyes were closed now as her body replaced her frantic needs with serenity and I felt able to give my eyes free rein to admire her lovely body.

Her lower half had been uncovered for some while now and to add to her exposure, somehow several buttons on her blouse had come open and now her slowly heaving breasts were there again, this time with strained fabric only covering her aroused nipples where they thrust against the material.

Her upper breasts and cleavage were exposed and flushed with redness and sprinkled with beads of sweat like miniature pearls on a bed of soft roses. My eyes lingered then slid down her body, taking in her prettily formed and curvy torso and then down further to her pussy where my eyes widened and locked.

I felt my mouth fall open as I took in the astoundingly sexy sight.

The lips of Mum's eager pussy were spread apart now while deep between them there welled a glistening wetness of sticky juices and they, like her breasts, seemed to glow with a flush of blood. Her little clitoris was also bright pink and proud as it nestled in its curly pubic bed.

Tearing my eyes away briefly I let them fall towards the front of my trousers, the material protruding obscenely where my erection still pressed, darkened by substantial areas of moisture. I knew that I hadn't had an orgasm so while my trousers were possibly wetted by my own slippery precum it was more likely that the wetness was from Mum's leaking pussy.

I shook my head and felt a long quivering breath escape as I surveyed the entire scene, before allowing my eyes to wander back up Mum's body to her face.

To my shock I discovered that she was looking directly at me – but instead of being angry she looked so completely happy that I had to shake my head again to ensure that what I saw was real.

"My goodness," she said, quite calmly, "I think we got a little bit carried away there, didn't we?"

I nodded, unable to form sensible words, but Mum spoke for me.

"Well, I know I did," she continued, her voice warmer now, "But oh darling, that felt so good."

She paused as a naughty grin spread over her face.

"It was so wicked too, wasn't it?" she added, "I could get used to that!"

"Umm, yes, yes," I mumbled, still unsure of what to say, "How are you feeling – how's your head?"

"Oh darling, it's much better," she said as she laughed lightly and brushed her fingers over her forehead, "It doesn't even hurt much now."

"Oh that's good," I said, unable to think of anything else, "Do you want to get some clothes on now?"

"In a little while darling, but first of all, did you enjoy that?" she asked, all coquettishly, her eyes sparkling, "Was that fun?"

"Yeah, yeah, I guess it was Mum," I succeeded in uttering, "Bit of a shock though."

"Mmmm, was wasn't it!" said Mum brightly, "And such a lovely shock too!"

Her eyes moved downwards as she looked me over, then they rose again.

"Oh sweetheart, look at you, your trousers are almost as wet as me!" she said with a chuckle, "Now I wonder how that happened?"

I pushed myself back onto my feet and stood up while I tried to formulate a suitable answer but my brain was numb so Mum continued instead.

"Well, I know I was a bit over-excited just now, wasn't I?" she said, still sounding quite relaxed about it, "But I don't think you, errrr, went over the top so all that mess came from me, didn't it?"

"Uhhh, yeah, possibly," I answered somewhat reluctantly as I let my eyes slide over the slippery, shiny wetness on my trousers, "No, it wasn't me."

"I didn't think that you finished. I thought all that stuff must have come from me," she said, her eyes now full of excitement, "So I was right – you didn't have an orgasm, did you?"

I shook my head, completely out of my depths here talking like this with my mother but feeling my cock remaining stiff nevertheless as the words penetrated.

"No, I can see you didn't, but I certainly did!" said Mum, answering herself, "So I think we ought to do something about that!"

I felt my mouth fall open with shock and my cock jump with excitement.

"You're joking!" I managed to say but Mum's head shook from side to side.

"It's only fair sweetheart," she said as a huge smile formed on her face, "And anyway, although I may have felt what you've got down there I haven't seen it yet. Not like you've seen me!"

With that she thrust her hips upwards, blatantly opening her pussy wider and even closer to me.

"What on earth's come over you Mum," I said, my eyes torn between her pussy and her face, "It's not like you. You've always been so upright and correct and nothing like this has ever happened before and..."

"Well obviously I never planned this at all darling," said Mum, letting her hips ease down again and seemingly more sober now, "But it happened – probably because we celebrated too much and we drank too much, but now it's happened I'm so completely happy."

"Yeah, but, but..." I spluttered, while strangely wishing that her pussy was still thrusting at me.

"But nothing darling," said Mum calmly, "Just go with the flow as they say. I think we've just got over a big, big hurdle – one that we needed to cross."

"How d'you mean?" I asked, "What, that we've kissed like that and you've shown off your body?"

"No sweetheart, not just the kissing, it's the other bit – that we've begun to get a bit sexy together!" said Mum, "It's about time we did."

"You're joking, right?" I managed to repeat but Mum shook her head while smiling broadly.

"You've always looked at me sort of lustfully, haven't you?" she said, "I've seen it in your eyes – they go all wide and they follow me everywhere, don't they?"

I felt myself nodding and growing warm as her words sank in...

"But you've always been so good – so supportive and you've been such a wonderful son and you've behaved yourself so well under the circumstances," Mum continued, "So I think its time you got something back from me, something more than just a few cuddles and kisses."

Her pussy seemed to be reaching for me again, calling for me, beckoning me and my cock.

But strange to say, her words were having the opposite effect on me that they should be having. Instead of finding myself turned on I felt chilly inside and I suddenly realised that my cock was no longer all stiff; that I'd lost all desire for sex.

"No, it's ok Mum," I said suddenly, finding eager words impossible to come by, "I don't really think it would be right, would it."

I saw Mum's face fall, her siren smile disappearing, her lips tightening and with a quick movement she dropped her hands over her crotch, hiding away her wicked delights.

"Ok – I'm sorry, yes, I understand..." she muttered – and then she was gone, scampering off up the stairs, her pillow held before her; her naked arse moving quickly and deliciously.

My eyes did indeed follow her but instead of wanting to chase after her I wanted to let her go. It seemed that whilst I lusted after my Mum, when it came to the deed; when it came down to action I couldn't complete the task – that was going way too far.

Quickly I arose, my intaken breath sucking in the lingering scent of her aroused pussy and filling my brain with the deliciously insidious pheromones.

I found myself sniffing deeply and shuddering all over as my imagination ran riot; imagination of what might have been. Then there was the sound of Mum's bedroom door closing; a sound that brought me back to my senses and I too climbed the stairs, then headed to my bedroom, my head going one way, my body the other.

Quickly I shut my door, unzipped my trousers; settled my cock back to where it belonged, zipped up again and then found myself pacing up and down like a caged tiger.

Why oh why, had I responded like that?

Why hadn't I just sunk my cock into that welcoming place?

Why had I backed off?

Mum obviously wanted to have sex with me, so why not just make her happy?

More than that, I'd have fulfilled my dream and become an eager and dirty motherfucker...but then I'd also have broken that age-old taboo of incest and sullied the good image I had of my darling Mum.

"So...?" I muttered to myself as I paced about, my arms outstretched, my palms facing upwards as I argued with myself, "She wanted you even if she was a bit pissed. She was offering herself to you and you turned her down. What the hell's she going to be thinking now?"

I had no answer...

And more than that, my penis remained limp and almost unresponsive, so much so that I actually took it out and inspected it again – checking that everything still worked.

Quickly I pulled out a porn magazine and flung it open at random while massaging my cock into life. It rose and stiffened eagerly but then, demonstration concluded, I tucked it back in my pants and let it shrink once again.

Sexual satisfaction wasn't important right now; too many other things were filling my brain, so much so that I found myself pacing around the room again, lost in thought. Even Mum's proffered and exciting body wasn't enough to overcome the revulsion of sex between family members, it seemed.

Eventually and still wondering why on earth I hadn't been able to enjoy Mum's charms I threw myself onto my bed and just lay there, my mind whirling. I tried to think of her naked body again but although pictures of welcoming pussies, shivering breasts, pliant nipples and delicious lips came and went, none seemed to belong to Mum. I continued to lie there and now, my sexual enthusiasm waning, the pictures became interspersed with pictures of my boss, my colleagues and the office – along with imagined visions of the forthcoming week of luxury.

"For fuck's sake concentrate!" I said to myself but our amorous evening refused to resurface.

I just couldn't settle to think of how I should have reacted...

I let my eyes roam around my room as if to find a focus and then I did so – my wall calendar, of all things.

During the previous week I'd marked the day of our office party – ringing it with a thick red marker pen. That was today – and there below it was the day my prize vacation would start – four weeks tomorrow. Twenty-eight days from tomorrow; twenty-eight days in which to decide our fate perhaps.

Almost instantly the date became my focus and equally instantly I felt a thrill pass through me as Mum reappeared in my mind. But the thrill was tempered; wildly exciting on the one hand and entirely shocking on the other.

A week of luxury with my Mum – with her in an amorous mood! Wow! Now that sounded like heaven to me! Or was it? Could I really face that prospect? Could I control myself? Could I control her, for that matter!

"As soon as this is over you leave home," I told myself firmly, "Should have done so before Dad died; should have got on with it a long time ago."

But either way, the plans for our week of bliss had already been made. I'd already offered to take Mum with me and quite obviously Mum was as excited about it as I was. It would be a monumental let-down for her if I withdrew my offer and it just wasn't like me to let my Mum down.

I lay there and tried to use logic and commonsense while more imaginary and occasionally warped scenes from our hotel room swirled around in my brain...until suddenly I awoke with a shock as my alarm jangled from the bedside cabinet. I'd drifted off, lulled by the peace and by the alcohol no doubt; then slept the whole night away still fully clothed. Somewhat stiff but now at least considerably more sober and more refreshed, even though my mouth tasted acid and dry, I rose and let my mind delve back over the previous evening. Exciting scenarios appeared but now, in the colder light of day I felt calmer and easier about things and when I felt my cock starting to rise once again I merely chuckled to myself about my restrictive sexual appetite.

Soon I was brushing my teeth under the bathroom tap, showering, changing my clothes and then heading downstairs, ready to fight, bite or make up; the activities involving Mum, alcohol and her bedroom brushed under the carpet for now. I had to put that all behind me or our lives would be quite uncomfortable.

Downstairs all was peaceful as I brought the house alive and filled the kettle. I washed the glasses from the night before and put the empty bottle in the bin outside and her discarded skirt in the washing machine and before long I'd settled as normal, with my bowl of cereal, a cup of coffee and with the morning news on the TV and our daily newspaper before me. I'd finished both my breakfast and my cuppa before I heard the sounds of Mum rising, so I cleared up, made a cup of coffee for Mum and awaited her arrival. Cautiously I listened for her footsteps while pretending not to notice; pretending to be concentrating on my paper as I heard the swish of material and the soft padding of her feet as she crossed the room towards me and I mentally braced myself for her arrival.

Thank heavens that she seemed to be feeling as contrite as I was as she drifted up to my shoulder and leaned in to kiss my cheek. I breathed in heavily, expecting to smell the stale aroma of alcohol and lust but instead she was all sweet and fresh and deliciously pleasant.

"Hello darling," she said softly, her hand gently holding my shoulder, "Ummm, let me have the first say. I'm sorry about last night – I think I got a bit carried away, didn't I? I'll ummm, try and control myself in future, ok."

"Yeah not to worry Mum," I replied, relieved that she sounded apologetic, "Too much booze, wasn't it?"

Mum chuckled as she settled down to her coffee although her eyes seemed to remain somewhat downcast.

"Fun though!" she said, her bright eyes now peeking at me from under her lowered brow, "Best bit of fun I've had in simply ages!"

Her hand reached out and stroked my arm sociably and I grasped her fingers and held them, the pair of us then silently squeezing each others fingers until we'd had enough but through it all there was definitely an undercurrent of sex. Her gown was flimsy enough to display the shape of her ample breasts and loose enough too to show off considerable amounts of cleavage and there was no way I could stop from enjoying the display.

Then I remembered what we'd planned, that Mum was coming shopping with me today and I realised that I intended to keep my side of the bargain, to replace her outdated swimsuit. At least that would sort out that problem...and keep us occupied too.

"How're you feeling then Mum?" I asked, "Are you fit to come shopping today?"

"Oh, oh yes, I'd forgotten about that," said Mum sociably, "Yes, I'll be fine – and I'm so looking forward to replacing that old swimsuit."

"Great, we'll get out in a bit then, after you've finished," I said.

I let Mum enjoy her morning coffee and some toast while I had a second cuppa and we made some small talk about the news and the weather, then we attacked the crossword in the paper together. The interlude gave our bodies time to clear some of the leftover alcohol from our systems and then Mum disappeared upstairs to dress.

"Ok, you're ready then?" I asked her once she reappeared and after I checked that we had everything and Mum nodded.

"Yes darling, of course I am," she said happily, "I'm really looking forward to finding a nice new swimsuit now. It's going to be such fun!"

No thoughts of anything resembling fun entered my mind and instead my concentration was now on a new phone that I was considering buying.

"I wouldn't call it fun," I commented, "Waiting while you try things on. You don't know how embarrassing it is to be standing around, surrounded by racks of women's underwear and stuff."

Mum merely chuckled – then we were off, joining the morning traffic as we headed into town but there were more than enough empty parking spaces today and soon we were inside the shopping centre, navigating our way to a clothing shop and their ladies swimwear section.

Soon Mum had several suits to try and beckoned me to follow her before she disappeared into one of the changing booths. I stood there in the company of several other equally bored and embarrassed-looking men while we waited...then opened my phone and began idly playing a game.

Lost in my game play I was jerked alert as someone patted my arm.

"Excuse me, I think you're being called," he said, "Got to be you I guess."

At that moment I heard Mum voice calling quietly.

"Chris, are you there? Come and see how it looks – I'm in number four," she called.

"Yeah, that's me," I said as I raised my hand self-consciously to my fellow loiterer then I edged to the booth, the door of which cracked open a moment later.

Quickly I let myself in and Mum pushed the door shut behind me – and there she was, looking incredible!

"So – how does it look?" asked Mum, positively glowing with pleasure as she posed before me.

The swimsuit she was wearing was cut relatively high on the hips and as she turned around it was evident that a fair expanse of her arse was also on show. Briefly she tilted her hips to emphasise her arse, almost provocatively I thought.

Then she turned back towards me and it became very evident that she'd have to shave if she wore this suit!

But more importantly to me her breasts looked fantastic now! No longer were they held all out of shape – now they stood proud and magnificent! The top was well cut away to leave two cups to hold her substantial breasts, with crossing bands of fabric holding them together. All that exposure created a cleavage that was more than just a cleavage – it was a clear view all the way down between her breasts to her navel and even beyond.

Lower down bands of fabric held the two halves of her costume together yet offered extensive views of her trim and delectable middle.

"You were right," she said, snapping my attention back as she cupped her delicious breasts in her hands, "I have put on a bit of weight, I'm a 36D now."

"You're not!" I breathed as I admired her body, "Bloody hell!"

"Nice isn't it though?" said Mum, as she cupped her breasts again and twisted from side to side, "Never thought I'd wear anything like this! Feels so comfy to wear; it's so soft and smooth and I love the cut of it – what do you think?"

"I think, I think it's brilliant!" I said, "Makes you look so...so...so sexy!"

"Oooohhh – does it?" said Mum, her eyes sparkling suddenly, "But is it me?"

No – truthfully it wasn't 'her' – it was a new woman I was looking at, a brighter, happier, younger looking woman somehow – but the suit was perfect for her.

"Definitely!" I said, my eyes absorbing the delicious views, "Perfect! We'll get you that one then if you're happy with it."

The next moment I was engulfed in Mum's arms as she flung herself at me and hugged me energetically. The warmth of her body flowed into me along with the erotic pressure of her breasts against my chest.

"Oh sweetheart, you're wonderful!" enthused Mum, her honeyed voice soft beside my ear, "I'm so happy!"

I felt things beginning to happen down below and I quickly disentangled myself from her arms and shook my head, not wishing to reveal my arousal either to Mum or to the world in general.

"Yep – that'll do nicely," I said, eager to break the sexy silence, "I'll leave you to get dressed and I'll see you at the till, ok."

"Yes darling, oh I'm so glad you like it, I won't take long," said Mum and with that she just shrugged and her shoulder straps slid off and with another wriggle the entire top half of her costume slipped downwards too.

Suddenly there before me were Mum's wonderful tits again and this time my mind was clear enough to absorb the sight of her crinkled brown aureoles and the way her nipples were slowly rising as if to greet me.





"Oh God, no, not here – put 'em away," I managed to whisper as pressure rose in my jeans, "Cut it out!"

"I'm just changing back into my clothes," Mum said, sounding quite innocent, "I'm sure you don't mind. Anyway, I don't want to keep you waiting."

"Stop it!" I mouthed, "Quit teasing me."

But as she spoke she was actually pushing the suit down from her hips until it hung just above her pubic bush, the top of which was actually visible to me now.

"Don't you want to see me again? All of me?" she said, her voice all seductive and soft, "Don't you want to have another look?"

"No, no, definitely not here!" I repeated, "Look, I'm off – I'll leave you to it!"

Quickly I slid out of the door just as Mum pushed the suit completely off, giving me a brief glimpse of her curly brown forest.

"Phew!" I breathed as I stepped away, then moved quickly to secrete myself among the racks of clothes while I adjusted my straining penis, "Bloody woman!"

"I guess your girlfriend's feeling a bit frisky!" said a man from the other side of the racking, "You're on a promise, mate!"

I laughed quietly and nodded self-consciously as I waited.

"Looks like it," I said with a throw-away edge to my voice, "Nothing unusual."

The guy moved away to join his own female partner and I was left with my thoughts.

What was it with Mum that had turned her so damn sexy all of a sudden? Was it her or was it me who started it? Why couldn't I just accept her, incest or not?

She seemed to have turned into some kind of nympho and while I'd normally not have complained about having a nymphomaniac beside me, she was my mother and not ideal as a bed mate. Immediately I thought that, another vision appeared in my brain – one of my earlier imagined daydreams of my mother's deep cleavage engulfing my thrusting, spurting erection!

I shook the vision away but the imagined dream of those superb tits being around my cock quickly came back – and then another scenario took over as I saw her bushy pussy rising and falling on my erect cock!

"Uhhhh!" I grunted, quickly suppressing the sound as I remembered where I was and equally quickly suppressing my rising cock as I stood still and allowed my mind to consider what had been happening.

Mum seemed quite keen to display herself to me; even offering herself to me and while it was a huge turn-on, it was all wrong. It was one thing to lust after her body and to dream of fucking her but it was another thing altogether for it to become reality because although she was seriously sexy when she wanted to be, I was far from sure that I wanted to take up incest as a hobby.

No – wrong. I wanted to respond; my whole body was screaming out for her but my mind remained resolute and refused to let me.

But why stop? Why did I insist on rebuffing her delights? Weren't both of us short of partners and in need of release?

I had no answers – not yet anyway.

After a few minutes to calm myself I began walking towards the checkouts just in time to see Mum heading that way too and we quickly met.

"I'm sorry darling," she breathed into my ear, "I couldn't help it – that suit made me feel so good, so excited; either that or it's just you that gets me all silly."

"Yeah, well just keep it to yourself for now," I replied, my words sounding all wrong as soon as I'd said them, "No, I mean – oh, I don't know what I mean."

"I'll try to behave," said Mum, a big warm smile on her face, "Is that what you mean?"

I found myself nodding, then we were being served and then we were walking back towards the car, my plans for a new phone entirely forgotten...

We drove home in relative silence, our only conversations being about the weather and the traffic until we eventually pulled up in our driveway. As was customary I jumped out quickly and went round to open Mum's car door and as I did so Mum stretched out most inelegantly from the car until her smooth sleek leg reaching the ground, then she slid towards my outstretched hands but as her body moved and slid on her seat so her skirt, already short, slid up to reveal Mum's delightful love nest once again.

I pulled a face as she exposed herself to me again and pointedly ignored her delights while I pulled her upright, unsure as to whether or not Mum had done that intentionally.

I closed her car door behind her and as I turned around Mum leaned towards me and with a big smile she planted a warm kiss on my lips. Automatically my own lips responded and as she kissed me so her breasts rubbed softly against my chest. I could swear that I felt her sliding them from side to side, pushing and rubbing her body against mine until I pushed us apart and rattled my keys.

"Not out here," I muttered, my modesty taking control but Mum laughed happily.

"So you don't mind if we do it indoors?" she asked with a wink, "I'm looking forward to that!"

"No, come on, I mean let's just get indoors," I said as I carried her purchase into the house for her, "I want some lunch; I think I could do with a drink after that too."

I heard Mum chuckle quietly and turned towards her.

"All a bit much for you was it?" she said, her eyes crinkled with laughter, "It's amazing what a bit of flesh does for a man!"

"Huhhh!" I grunted, "As if!"

She left me pondering her words as she checked her morning post so I chose to ignore them and cracked open a can of lager instead while checking what was on television.

"Ah great – some rugby – just starting!" I said enthusiastically, "Don't mind if I watch, do you?"

It was a rhetorical question because I already had the TV turned on and with one eye on the television and one on the chunky sandwiches I quickly produced I was soon settling myself down to watch. I knew that Mum wouldn't mind; she wasn't the kind to object. The Rugby World Cup was in progress and the next match was live in less than five minutes; I'd soon be well and truly lost amid the action.

Quickly I collected a second can and settled back into the armchair, Mum forgotten for now...

The match started and progressed – a good ebbing and flowing of action – a nicely poised game complete with a fair amount of mud and blood as usual and several rousing rucks. Soon I was completely involved, almost able to feel the tension and the effort of the players.

"Hurrayyyyyyy!" I crowed as the home team opened the score sheet with a strong try, "Brilliant try! Bloody brilliant!"

"What is?" asked a soft voice beside me.

"Brilliant tr...i-i-i-i-i!" I answered, my words getting lost as Mum came into focus beside me, "Bloody hell!"

Mum edged around the side of the chair and stood almost between me and the TV, her legs slightly parted, her hands on her hips.

She was wearing her new costume and she was wearing it well! She had some high heel shoes on which accentuated her delicious legs and tipped her hips perfectly. My eyes travelled upwards from her feet and as my gaze rose so my mouth fell further and further open.

She'd shaved off her excess pubes; that much was apparent or at least no hairs protruded from the sides. She must have applied some body lotion too because her exposed flesh seemed to glisten and glow. And the way her proud breasts loomed above me made me imagine that she must have added some fillers to her cups. Her face smiled down at me, a face that was made up to look incredibly sexy.

"Wowwww!" I moaned, all thoughts of rugby immediately locked from my mind.

"You like?" Mum said, her voice all soft and smooth, "I definitely do!"

She rolled her hips and her shoulders, causing her pelvis to sway, her midriff to move like a belly dancer's and her breasts to rise and seemingly stretch forward.

Seldom had I seen such an erotic display, especially not one so close to me.

Almost instantly I felt an involuntary and thrilling shudder jerk through my body; one that like an earthquake seemed to have an epicentre deep inside – in my groin – and like any earthquake, at the epicentre was where the trembling was at its strongest.

I felt my penis lurch and begin to grow as fresh blood flooded into its tissues – I felt my hips unconsciously thrusting upwards. Quickly I clamped one hand over my groin, the other one occupied with the can of lager but my actions were entirely too late.

"Looks as if you like it!" said Mum as she moved right between me and the television, "More interesting than that stuff, surely."

She stepped sideways in front of me until her groin was right between me and the centre of the screen; right at my focal point and could hardly be avoided or ignored. Swiftly I placed my can on the table, almost missing the table as my eyes concentrated elsewhere.

My eyes briefly moved, but only up to her face, then down to her breasts and then back to her groin – like a spider, she'd caught me in her carefully woven web!

Slowly, almost languidly, Mum's hand slid from her hip to cover her gusset – then, as I watched her, unable to tear my eyes away, she slowly pulled the material of her swimsuit to one side. There before my eyes, only some three or four feet away were the lips of Mum's pussy, now bereft of hair. Her plump pinkish lips seemed to welcome me, hanging slightly apart at their lower extremity; then my eyes oozed back up her pussy to her clit that stood above her lips. A further slow movement of her hand and a small landing strip of pubes appeared from behind the material.

"Jeeez!" I groaned as my cock strained against my hand, "Mummmmm! Stop it Mummm!"

"I just wanted to show you," said Mum quietly, "I've been busy!"

"So I see," I exclaimed, "So I see...but...you shouldn't."

"Shouldn't what?" asked Mum as she edged a little closer, "Shouldn't I have come down here? Shouldn't I have put this on? Or what?"

"Oh fuck – I don't know," I spluttered, "Just shouldn't!"

"I've even shaved down there – and round here," she replied, using one hand to indicate her arse, "Not that I found many hairs round the back!"

And with that she pirouetted neatly, stuck her arse out at me and pulled the material aside again. There before me were her twin cheeks, one of her wonderfully smooth and tight cheeks entirely exposed while between them her little darker arsehole seemed puckered and ready to blow a kiss at me.

"Mummmm – stop it!" I groaned, feeling my cock jumping hard under my hand, "For heaven's sake, what the hell are you doing?"

"What's the matter, am I too much for you?" said Mum, but instead of covering up she rotated and stepped backwards towards me, then sank down onto my lap!

"Oh God!" I moaned as her warm and almost naked arse squashed firmly against my cock, my hand having automatically moved aside as she approached, "What are you up to Mum?"

"I just want to thank you darling," she said as her body squirmed on top of me, "Put your hands here and hold me, love."

Somehow my hands rose and closed around her waist, her cool skin so soft under my fingers. Moments later and her hands closed on top of mine and held me, her hands moving my fingers around over her belly.

But far more importantly her hips were busy, squirming against my persistent hard-on, ensuring that I didn't lose interest.

"Mmmmmm!" moaned Mum as her arse rubbed against my lap, "You feel nice darling, so nice and big and you're so hard too, aren't you!"

I was definitely hard – rock hard and horny.

One hand left mine and adjusted the material of her swimsuit beneath her before returning.

"Mmmmmm, I'm going to make you all wet again, I think!" she said softly, "Ooooh my God, I can't help it – you feel lovely darling!"

"Mumm, I'm trying to watch the match," I moaned, my inner mind ignoring my bodily responses.

"You can always watch the repeat, can't you?" she said, her arse still in motion, "Surely I'm much more interesting than all that?"

Fuckin' right she was – her body had taken over my world. Her buttocks were rolling over my erection and one of her hands was now pushing my hand down, down into her lap and underneath the material of her swimsuit. Unable or unwilling to stop her I let her hand slide my fingers over her tiny prickly patch of fuzz and down over her warm soft lips.

Immediately her fingers pushed mine until they parted her lips, until they slid into the swamp that was her heated pussy.

"Yesss darling," she breathed quietly, "Touch me – feel how wet you've made me! Feel how hot I am down there!"

Driven by the overpowering strength of sex my fingers now moved on their own, exploring her slippery wet pussy, feeling her inner lips and the tightness of her vaginal opening, then sliding upwards to find her clit. Mum sucked in a quick breath as my fingertips slid against her quivering fleshy protrusion and her pussy jerked hard against my fingers suddenly.

"Ooooh darling, yes, there!" she hissed, "Yessss, like that!"

Almost unintentionally I rubbed my fingers around her clit, using her increasing lubrications to smother her clit in wetness and to further stimulate her body.

I was carried away now by the sheer sexiness of our actions, so much so that I virtually forgot that this was my Mum; my mind was no longer separating sex from incest. This was just good sexual foreplay and no way did my body want to stop.

My eyes were now closed as Mum's other hand now pulled my spare hand from her waist and closed it over one breast, her fingers massaging my hand into her firm mammary tissue. No longer could I even imagine the rugby; all my senses were locked into my mother's powerful charms. Even my own body was now hers, my hips moving constantly if spasmodically beneath her as her enchanting sexual attraction embraced me, absorbed me.

On my lap Mum was now panting quickly while her legs clamped then released mine, her pussy tightening then opening, jerking then quivering as my fingers continued to arouse her.

Then suddenly Mum froze, everything tightening hard and her hand squashed mine into her breast. For a moment I wondered what was wrong – then her orgasm burst from her in a wild and frantic explosion.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she cried, her little fluttering sounds so small against the magnitude of her orgasm, "Oh God, oh Chris, yesssss, yesssss!"

Her hand closed tightly over mine and pushed my fingers hard down and into her vagina, her hot, convulsing, squeezing, wet vagina. Her other hand continued to hold mine against her breast, her fingers driving mine into her flesh as she climaxed.

And then as the orgasm exploded from her Mum shrieked dramatically; shook and shuddered all over and over again and again – and just as suddenly collapsed!

As quickly as it had started her orgasm died back and Mum's hands fell from mine, leaving me to hold her upright as her body became pliable and soft on top of me.

The warm sexy scent of her orgasmic arousal began to envelop us just as I realised that the fingers of my hand at her groin were almost drowned in her juices. My hand was still in place, one finger still inside her vagina and although Mum's body was relaxed on the outside, inside her body, spasms and fluttering muscular waves kept squeezing and pulsating around my fingers.

Slowly I let my finger slide from it's hiding place and allowed it to slip up her pussy and over her clit.

Mum sucked in a quick breath and everything tightened up for a moment as I found her clit again and her hand quickly came and pulled mine away.

"No – no, no more," she groaned, "Oh gosh – that was incredible!"

"Was a bit, wasn't it," I admitted, the vivid power of her orgasm having quite surprised me, "I think you needed that!"

"Oh Chris yes," sighed Mum as she leaned back against me, "It was wonderful; I'd got so wound up and so excited...oh Chris, I'm so glad you helped me."

"You know I'd do anything for you Mum," I said, "But I wasn't expecting to do that."

"You only used your fingers darling," said Mum as if to explain that nothing sexual had happened, "Just rubbed them around a bit."

"It where I rubbed them that matters Mum," I answered, "I shouldn't have done that, should I?"

"Why on earth not?" queried Mum, her warm body squirming softly against me, "You were just helping me – and now it feels as if I need to help you too."

My penis was still as hard as a rock under her arse even though I was doing my best to keep it under control but it seemed that Mum had other ideas as her hand quickly snaked down and stroked my erection.

"No, leave it, I'll be alright," I answered as noisy action on the television tried to distract me, "I'll sort it out later."

"I think you need some help right now," she said as she rotated her arse on my lap, "Wouldn't it be nice to let out some of that steam?"

"Don't worry about me," I said as I strained to see the rugby over Mum's shoulder, "You just relax now."

There was a sudden click and the screen turned blank and silent, then Mum placed the remote control back on the table and pushed it away from my reach.

"That's better, ooh, I can relax properly now darling, thanks to you," Mum replied, "But that thing under me definitely isn't relaxed yet!"

Her arse tightened, almost gripping my cock between her cheeks and my cock responded by jerking hard.

"See? I told you it needed some attention – I know it's all ready, isn't it," said Mum, her arse starting to squirm around on me again, "Feels to me as if you could blow off at any moment!"

Yes, I had to admit that my own level of arousal remained very high and that a quick wank would be so perfect once Mum had left me alone. My cock was rigid and was giving no indication of losing its steely backbone – it definitely needed some attention.

"Yeah, well when you've finished Mum," I said, trying to shock her with some blunt words, "I'll go and deal with it."

It wasn't that rugby was more important than sex – far from it – but my mind kept insisting that what we were doing wasn't right and that I should somehow avoid the subject. There was a kind of blind spot in my mind wherein incest was banned. I was in denial – this wasn't really happening!

But it soon appeared that Mum was far from finished!

"Oh darling, you don't need to do that," she said, her arse cheeks seemingly tightening around my cock again, "What do you think I'm here for?"

"Because you wanted to show me your swimsuit," I answered, my mind doing it's best to concentrate on how I could reach and turn the television on again, "So you've done that so can I get back to my rugby, Mum?"

"Oh darling, haven't I got you worked up enough yet?" said Mum, her shoulders squirming against my chest, "Perhaps we need you to lose some of your clothes, eh?"

"If you say so," I replied, my mind not concentrating on her words, "Whatever. Go on then..."

Mum slid off my lap and stood up and with the sudden freedom I quickly grabbed the remote control and turned the TV on again.

My delight faded immediately however as the half time whistle blew and the action stopped so I turned it off again with a small expletive and gave in – there was little to be gained by watching the adverts and anyway my concentration was interrupted again by Mum.

She'd turned around and was now kneeling between my legs and her hands were very quickly undoing my trousers.

"Mummm! What are you up to?" I spluttered as her nimble fingers released my belt and trouser clasp.

"Shut up," said Mum tersely, "I'm busy."

"Ahhhhh!" I gasped as her fingers closed around the flimsy material that covered my cock.

It had taken her mere moments to release my trousers and only a few seconds more to reach my penis with her hand.

"Lift up," said Mum and incredibly I did just that; lifted my arse clear of the seat.

In a few more seconds my trousers were being worked down my legs and Mum's warm hand was once again around my cock.

The overpowering strength of the sexual excitement in the room was such that I felt powerless to prevent her exploration and equally powerless to make her remove her hand from around my erection.





"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed, unable to utter anything more realistic, "Oh Mum!"

And then Mum was burrowing up the leg of my boxers, pushing the material one way and my cock the other until she could hold my naked penis in her warm and soft hand.

"Oooh Chris, he's lovely," she breathed, her eyes catching mine excitedly, "He's bigger than I thought too."

My cock stood upright above her small hand, the strong shaft already streaked with juices while my foreskin had been stretched back by her grip. My knob was glowing and shiny, purpled and straining and all complete with a little dribble of precum.

Mum's hand moved slowly over my rampant flesh, sliding my foreskin up and down. Her movements turned the little trickle into a big bubble of precum that now oozed quickly from the tip; a bubble that slid down my knob until it was captured by Mum's fingers and spread over my cock.

"What do you think you're doing Mum," I managed to say as my hips started to thrust upwards, "You shouldn't!"

"Oh I should! I think you need something from me darling," she said softly, "I made you get all worked up and you were so nice to me so it's only fair that I'm nice to you too, isn't it?"

"You don't have to..." I said but Mum hushed me.

"Of course I don't have to but I want to – and I'm going to!" she said, "All I don't know yet is how to."

"Pardon?" I replied, my mind imagining for one moment that Mum didn't know how to please a man, "What d'you mean, you don't know how?"

"No darling, I don't mean that," answered Mum, her face looking flushed but happy, "I just don't know if I should take you in my mouth or my pussy or my arse!"

"Oh bloody hell!" I exclaimed, "I can't believe it!"

Somehow my mind hadn't accepted that Mum was intending to give her body to me. Somehow my mind had just thought that she was showing off, being crude or generally just winding me up so the thought of actually having full sex with her had never completely entered my mind. In my bedtime fantasies we'd done more or less everything but despite the relief those fantasies gave me, they weren't real – but this was!

And just then it seemed that Mum had made her decision as she leaned forward and kissed the tip of the penis she held upright in her hand.

"Ahhhh!" I gasped as her warm soft lips made me jerk my hips and my cock upwards in a violent spasm, almost thrusting my cock into her mouth.

"Mmmm, you liked that, didn't you," said Mum, her breath whispering over my sensitive knob, "I think we'll start here then."

She looked up at me, her eyes all seductive and sweet, her lips apart and smiling before they pursed and blew a kiss at me.

"You ready then?" she asked, her face crinkling with excitement, "Here I come!"

"Ahhhhhh!" I gasped as her lips closed over my knob, "Oooh fuck Mum, ohhhhh!"

Another violent and unintentional jerk sent my cock thrusting upwards again and Mum responded by simply opening her mouth and letting my cock slide deep inside!

"Ohhhhh Mummmmm!" I groaned as her mouth tightened around my penis, "Ooooh yessss!"

I seemed to have spent so damn long on edge this last day or two that I now easily accepted Mum's attention, urgently needing some release. No longer did I care that it was my mother's mouth that was stimulating me, I just wanted to unload somewhere – anywhere!

Mum's cascading hair now covered my lap as her head bobbed up and down on my cock until she pushed it up behind her and lifted her head.

"Hold my hair out of the way," she said, "And then you can make me move faster or slower if you like."

My willing hands gathered her hair just as Mum let my cock sink deep into her mouth, where it remained for long moments – and then she was lifting off it, spluttering and gasping for air.

"Wheeee, it's big," she said, saliva glistening all over her lips, "I'll have another go!"

And then she was descending again, my penis held between her tight lips as she slid down over it until her nose came to rest on my pubes – then with a small cough she was up again, to look at me with a small dribble of saliva on her chin and a big smile.

"Did it!" she exclaimed, "Right down into my throat; until your hairs tickled my nose!"

"Wow!" I exclaimed, shocked, surprised and amazed, "How on earth...?"

"Practice," said Mum, "I used to love to do that to your Dad. I'll soon get good at it again even though you're quite a bit bigger!"

She lifted up and looked at my penis quizzically, then held her hands up with her index finger upright. She pointed it at me for a moment.

"I know what's wrong – you've still got your pants on. Come on, let's get them off," she said and with that she dragged my underpants down my legs and discarded them.

"That's better, I can see all of you now!" she said with a mischievous grin.

And then she was back over my cock, sliding her lips up and down my entire length while her tongue and her hand joined in too, building and building the tension in my balls.

All I could do was to breathe heavily before I discovered that I was moving Mum's head, helping her to bring me off!

It felt all wrong and yet so right! It was what I needed; what I'd really wanted all the time and yet never dared to hope for and now it was happening!

Now my orgasm was rising in me, building up pressure in my glands, in my balls, in my muscles. No way could I stop now – all I could change was whether or not to let my spunk shoot into Mum's mouth.

"Mum, Mum, I'm nearly there," I groaned, "You're gonna get a big mouthful in a minute if you're not careful!"

She lifted her head and smiled broadly at me, her lips all puffed and reddened and wet.

"Am I darling – oh goody!" she said brightly, "Come on then – that's what I've been waiting for!"

Immediately her head ducked onto my cock again, her movements now faster and tighter, her hand working quickly on my stem as her lips sucked at my knob. Almost as immediately I felt the precursors to my orgasm returning; those quick jolts of energy, those unexpected spasms, that tightening of everything that heralds any climax.

"Ahhh Mum – here it comes!" I gasped loudly as the tension started to peak, "Coming – coming – cummmming Mummmmm!"

And then the air was filled with gasping and grunting and sucking noises as my penis erupted time and time again. Then there was a spluttering noise as Mum lifted her head from my cock; a quick gulp and then she was back again to let the last blasts of spunk fill her mouth again.

And finally there was peace and relaxation and exhaustion and Mum lifted her head once more.

There was a large white blob of cum on the side of her nose and a big streak just below her ear and when she stuck her tongue out I could see that it was generously coated in spunk. With a smile she swallowed and stuck her now clean tongue out again, to accept the finger-loads of cum that she collected from her face.

And then she was smiling at me once more, her face as youthful and as happy as I'd ever seen it, while my own face cringed as the realisation of what we'd just done sank in.

"Mum, we've just had sex," I spluttered, "Do you realise we've just had incest, I mean done incest, I mean, oh hell, I don't know I mean!"

"You mean that we've gone too far, is that what you mean?" asked Mum as she sat back on her heels and I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm your son," I said, "We're not supposed to..."

"Who are you going to tell then? Who's going to find out?" asked Mum, her head cocked to one side with a quizzical look on her face, "No-one – so what happens between us is between just you and me, isn't it?"

"But that doesn't make it better," I continued, "We're still not supposed to do that."

Mum laughed gleefully at me, almost childishly – then ducked her head and swiped her tongue over my cock, making it jump anew.

"Grow up!" she said with a giggle, "We're both adults, aren't we?"

"But, but..." I spluttered, still unable to grasp the nettle, "Oh fuck!"

"Missed a bit!" said Mum, ignoring my plight as she licked her lips, "Oh come on Chris, lighten up!"

"But, but, but we shouldn't," I said, my mind sticking to my morals, "I'm going to find myself the right girl eventually and perhaps you'll find yourself another man and I'll leave home and..."

"No you won't," said Mum, still smiling broadly, "Not while I'm around!"

"Eh?" I queried, "Sure I will – I'm going to get my own place one day."

"No chance!" said Mum, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "Now why would you want to do that?"

Mum was looking more animated now and she knelt upright once more, her eyes moving up and down my body before coming to rest on my penis which now lay there quiescently. Then slowly her hands reached up to her shoulders where she flicked the straps away, brought her hands back to her sides – and let her swimsuit fall to gather at her waist.

Her hands rose to cup and lift her generous breasts, seemingly holding them out towards me – for me!

I wanted to speak, I wanted to tell her to cover up, I wanted to get back to my television but I just couldn't. All I could do was to sit there and just love her delicious breasts, breasts that now swayed before me, that seemed to glow with life; that sent quivers of excitement down my spine.

I felt my penis moving as more blood rushed into its spongy tissue once again and I saw Mum's eyes glance downwards.

"Ohh I like that," she said with a grin, "A man who recovers nice and quickly!"

"No, umm, no," I spluttered, "Just a natural reaction and all that."

"These are natural too dear," she replied as she held her breasts towards me, then blew me a kiss, a kiss that I'm sure would have plastered itself to me had it been real.

"Come on darling – they're all yours," she said, a wicked smile now on her face, "Don't you fancy a quick nibble?"

Her fingers twisted her nipples briefly, making them stand almost as stiffly as my cock was now doing.

And then she was shuffling closer to me until her nipples were able to touch my chest, until I felt the heat of her midriff against my thighs.

She pressed even closer now until the soft warmth of her belly was against me and her breasts were squashed deliciously between us while her closeness trapped my erection between us too.

Her warm exotic feminine scent pervaded my senses deliciously, the tendrils of her arousal weaving through my brain.

"Come on darling," she breathed, "I told you I'm all yours – and I need you as much as you need me."

I was speechless; overcome by the wonderful excitement of my sweet mother's body, I had no answer; I couldn't even raise an objection. The only thing I could raise was an erection and my penis was no longer under my control.

My eager penis was running wild now as it throbbed hotly between us, driving my morals to the far corners of my mind. I felt my hands close around my mother's waist, now pulling her even closer to me and I felt my mother respond too.

And now, as if knowing that I was hers, Mum spoke again.

"Do you mind if we change places?" she asked, "I don't want my knees to get sore down here."

"Yeah, yeah Mum, of course," I answered quickly as together we rose to stand close together, our arms now around each other.

Quickly we shuffled around and then as I released Mum so she could sit down her hands dropped from my back and with a few movements, so fluid that I hardly noticed them, she just stepped out of her costume, then lowered herself to the sofa.

Her fingers now fluttered at me encouraging me to come to her and I found myself settling down onto my knees, my mind agog at the sight of my very naked Mum right there before me.

"Ohh that's better," said Mum, "Mmmmm, yes, that's much better!"

My body just wouldn't stop now, all my senses had been taken over by my sexual desire. My penis had taken charge of me, overruling any thoughts of wrongdoing, the need to copulate and to penetrate my mother now becoming the most important thing in my life. With my erection leading me I shuffled closer as Mum's arms reached out to me and she began pulling me closer and closer to her, her hands tightly gripping my biceps. In no time I was settled between Mum's widely parted legs with my stiff cock now pressed against her abdomen. I could feel her little prickly hairs scratching against the underside of my penis and I rolled my hips about to relieve the tickling feeling.

"Yesss darling," hissed Mum as her own hips began to work, "Yessss, that's nice, that's lovely."

The damp heat of her pussy was evident against my balls now as she writhed against me in a dance as old as time, a heat that seemed to soak right through me to stir my heartbeat and my breathing.

"Oh Mum, no, stop it," I husked even as I rubbed my own body against hers, "I shouldn't be doing this..."

"Yes you should darling," said Mum, her voice all honey in my ears, "You've always liked to look after me and I'm so ready for you to do just that!"

"Oh God, I know you are," I replied, my words falling from me unplanned, "But, but...!"

"But nothing darling, just come here, come closer – just slide yourself closer," breathed Mum softly, her hips slowly moving beneath me, "Just let it slide into me, please darling!"

"Oh what – no I can't!" I exclaimed, my useless words coming from some obscure and puritanical recess of my brain, "Mum, Mum, we shouldn't, we shouldn't!"

It was all I could do to speak coherently; my voice trembled with emotion and with suppressed desire as Mum's enticing pussy reached for me but Mum sounded much more in control.

"Yes you can. Come on darling, do as your Mummy tells you," she said, "You always do as you're told and I am asking nicely, aren't I?"

Her smile was all beguiling and warm, as indeed was her body but somehow I jerked my hips backwards and instead of her heat I now felt the coolness of the air around my penis.

"Ahhh, nooooo!" gasped Mum, "No you don't!"

In an instant her arms were around me again; then my arse was gripped by her legs and with a sudden convulsion I was almost violently propelled forward. And with my hips at a slightly different angle equally suddenly there was pressure all around my cock; slippery delicious pressure that quickly warmed my knob and then my entire length.

"Aaaah Mummm!" I gasped, "Oh fuck, fuck – no!"

"Fuck, fuck yesssss!" replied Mum as her pussy spasmed and quivered around my cock, "Got you!"

"Oh Mum!" I sighed, unable to stop my cock from twitching and thrusting inside her, "How could you?"

"Easy!" said Mum happily, "You were a walk-over! And anyway, you've always wanted me just like I've always wanted you."

There was no stopping us now – words couldn't part us and my only movements were slight, gentle loving thrusts of my penis into my mother's delicious depths. The warmth of her love surrounded me now; not just her arms and legs were around me but the delicious slippery flesh of her vagina too. I pressed my cock deeper and began moving in and out, stimulating both my mother and myself while Mum's warm, natural and sexy perfume drifted up between us. She raised her upper body until her lips found mine and we kissed at length, our lips hot and wet and our tongues busy everywhere.

Our kissing was highly arousing and Mum was responding both to my lips and to my penis while her vagina was busy too, caressing my cock with waves of delight and sudden squeezing contractions.

She was now lying almost horizontally on the seat as we made love together and in turn I was above her, my body resting on hers, my hips pressing downwards with every stroke. Her luscious breasts had spread beneath me so that they rubbed against my arms as I supported myself but her nipples now seemed bigger and riper than I'd seen them before. I leaned down and managed to snare one with my lips – it tasted ambrosial and sent a powerful wave of new energy to my cock.

"Yesss," hissed Mum as I thrust harder, "Ohh darling, keep going, keep going."

That Mum was enjoying our love-making was very evident. She had a broad smile on her face and although her eyes were shut I could tell that she was not just happy but ecstatic. More than that it soon also became apparent that she was nearing her climax too and her plea for me to keep going wasn't just because it was good, it was because she apparently needed just that little bit more to power her up and over the top. I pumped my eager cock more powerfully again and her hips became busier, lifting to accommodate me, as if to absorb more of me inside her. Her hands were holding my hips, pulling me into her with each stroke while inside her body her vaginal muscles were busy too.

Delicious fluttering waves of energy were sliding over my penis, movements that were becoming more and more evident with every thrust. Mum was panting too, her wonderfully splayed breasts swaying with every breath and at that moment I wished I had more than one set of hands. Suddenly I wanted to hold her and caress her breasts and play with her nipples and stroke her happy glowing face and her lovely hair. Then suddenly I realised that Mum was about to climax.

With a frantic exuberant cry she was there – suddenly convulsing powerfully on the end of my penis. In moments she changed from being a soft loving creature into a wild cat as her nails scored my back and buttocks; as her pussy gripped my cock strongly and as her face contorted with ecstatic pleasure.

"Yessss!" she cried loudly, "You've done it – oh darling – oh Chris, oh Chris!"

Her body was doing a fast and exciting horizontal dance beneath me as she crashed through the climactic barrier.

"Ohhhh yesss!" she cried again, "Oh it's wonderful! You're brilliant! Oh yesss!"

The suction she seemed to be applying to my cock felt enough to tear it from me but instead of letting her do that I just kept pumping my penis into her hole as steadily as I could while my darling mother enjoyed her orgasm to the full until finally her body began to relax and I slowed then stopped my movements.

Silence reigned as we paused, broken only by her heavy breathing until at last her eyes opened, she shook her head and smiled at me.

"Goodness me," she said happily, "That was absolutely super darling! I just knew you'd be good!"

I was sold now on the idea of incest – completely sold over by my wicked mother. It was way too late to cancel the idea anyway – the deed was done, so I might as well enjoy her to the full, in whatever way she wanted me. All of a sudden my reticence died and was replaced just as quickly by an eagerness to make the most of my mother's willing and enthusiastic body.

"You were hot," I said, as I stroked her soft sweet skin, "Fantastic – you make a great lover."

"And you darling," she replied softly, "Thank you for that."

She paused and wiped sweat from her brow with her hand then looked at me again.

"Did you cum?" she asked and as she spoke I felt her vagina contract around my cock.

She shook her head just as I shook mine.

"No you didn't," she said, "You're still as hard as before and I'm hardly leaking either, am I?"

I shook my head as I agreed with her only to get a grimace by return.

"Well, that's not fair," she said, "I always like to leave my man satisfied."

"I'll be ok," I said, not wishing to push things too fast, considering the newness of our sexual adventure and her age, "That was really good – I don't want to wear you out either."

"Wear me out!" gasped Mum, "You're joking! I've only just started!"

"You want more do you?" I asked as I flexed my penis inside her, "Plenty more lead in my pencil yet!"

"There won't be by the time I've finished with you!" said Mum with a big smile, "But I'll tell you what – let's go upstairs and use the bed."

"Will be more comfy, won't it," I agreed as I raised myself from my almost supine position, "Ok if I take it out then?"





Mum didn't answer but instead she slid her hands between us and pushed me away and with a parting thrust I let my cock slide from her wonderful vagina. I looked down at it and saw that it was liberally covered in shiny, wet, slippery juices and knew that few of them were mine.

"My goodness, I am wet!" said Mum with her hand at her pussy and her eyes on my cock, "Do you know, I thought I might be a bit dry after doing without for so long but look what you've done to me!"

I shook my head as if to show surprise.

"You're terrible!" I said as I helped Mum to stand up, "Insatiable!"

"I'll show you insatiable!" Mum retorted as she took my hand, "Come on – up we go."

As she dragged me up the stairs, with me following eagerly she spoke of her frustrated life.

"Do you know what," she said conversationally, "It must be at least ten years since I had a man – inside me, I mean. Your poor old dad, he was good early on but then that accident just killed off his ability, well, his everything."

She paused on the stairs and turned towards me, her swaying tits right on eye level to me.

"I used to wonder about finding a bit on the side but I suppose I never had time really," she continued, "But all the time I had a man at home – a growing man in the next bedroom and how it was I didn't come and make use of you I don't know!"

"Huh, I was busy too," I answered, "My job and my girlfriend and looking after dad..."

"And you were growing up," said Mum as she smiled down at me, "I used to play with myself at night thinking about you but now I don't have to just dream, do I!"

She bent forwards and with her hands on my shoulders she kissed me.

"And you were so hard and strong for me just now," she added, "Ohh Chris, come on, I need you! I've such a lot of catching up to do!"

With that she turned quickly and almost scampered up the stairs, her cute little arse wobbling most deliciously as she moved.

More slowly I followed and when I arrived at the master bedroom doorway she was there busy straightening the bed and plumping up the pillows.

"Come on lover boy," she said eagerly, "Bring that lovely body of yours over here!"

As I stepped across the room Mum straightened up and turned to me, stretching our her arms in welcome. I moved within her reach and as her arms enfolded me we clung together, our bodies pressing urgently against each other. I immediately felt my penis rising into stiffness, my erection having faltered as we'd moved from room to room but now it was back and Mum relaxed her legs slightly to trap my cock between her hot thighs.

"That feels so good," she breathed, her lips grazing mine, her nipples pressing into my chest, "Do you know what I want to do first – I want to ride on your lovely penis; I want to feel it right up inside me, as far as it'll go!"

"Sounds good," I answered feeling my penis jerking with excitement as I pulled Mum's arse closer with both hands, "And then?"

"And then when you've made me cum like that we can change places and you can have me any way you like!" she said, "That is, if you're still capable!"

She grinned wickedly at me from a few inches away, then kissed me and tore herself from my grasp.

"Come on, get on the bed darling," she said, "I can't wait!"

Reluctantly leaving her standing there I centred myself on the wide double bed and clasped my cock, stroking it gently.

"You leave that to me!" said Mum as she climbed over my body and batted my hand away, "I don't want you to waste even one little bit of that lovely penis!"

I thought that she was going to simply climb aboard but instead she took hold of my erection with both hands and just held it.

"It's lovely," she said gently as she gazed at my cock, "So strong, so hard, so smooth."

She let her hands slide up and down my length for a few moments before looking at me intently.

"Can you be mine?" she asked, as she pushed my foreskin right back, "I mean, just mine? I need you Chris, I really do."

At this moment she was definitely the only woman in my life and I nodded enthusiastically. Her needy pussy was going to be more than just a bit of fun.

"Yeah sure Mum," I answered, "You're my number one lady and if you want it you can have it!"

"Ohhh, I going to have it!" she replied, "Let me just make sure it's ready."

With that she slid her body down my legs until she lay as good as flat out on them and I just knew what was coming next and I was right because as soon as she'd made herself comfy she just lowered her mouth over my cock.

"Ahhhh!" I gasped as the anticipated yet unexpected pleasure of her oral assault absorbed me, "Yesss ohhh Mum, ohhh wowww!"

From our earlier activities and from our kisses I already knew that her mouth was just made for loving and now I was discovering even more of her skills as her lips massaged my penis and her tongue teased my knob. I felt my penis throbbing with excitement as she worked on it, her mouth now sliding up and down almost all of my length. I could feel my knob hitting the back of her mouth each time she sank down on me and each time that happened my hips jerked upwards, driving my penis further into her mouth.

She came up for air and looked at me, then licked her lips seductively.

"Nice?" she asked, "Do you want more?"

"Yeahhh!" I breathed eagerly, "Brilliant, yes, more!"

I was far from ready to explode but Mum's mouth was certainly exciting me enormously.

I shut my eyes to prepare for the next instalment but instead I felt Mum's body moving and realised that she was working her way up my legs again. A few moments later and she was astride my hips again, her pussy just a few inches from my cock.

"If you're getting that excited I don't want to waste anything," she said a she lifted her body higher, "I want you to fill my pussy before you fill my mouth again!"

Mum was now poised above me on her knees, one hand on my cock and the other between her legs. Her eyes were closed as she prepared herself, then she opened them and grinned at me.

"I'm still nice and wet and slippery," she said, "Time for a ride!"

Slowly she let her body close in on my upheld penis; then there was the warmth of flesh pressing against my tip; then the pressure of her vaginal lips around my knob – and then the heat of her body as Mum sank down onto my erection.

"Ooooooh!" she sighed as my cock penetrated up inside her, "Ohhh Chris – that's wonderful!"

Mum had been so deliciously wet and slippery that she'd just oozed down onto me and I'd slid inside without so much as a hiccup and yet she felt remarkably tight around my cock.

Experimentally I lifted my hips upwards, only to meet Mum's pussy descending onto me!

"Uhhh!" she grunted, "Bloody hell Chris – that went ALL the way up I think!"

"Sorry Mum, didn't mean to," I said as I let my hips stay solidly on the bed, "Sort of wondered how much you could take."

"Every inch!" Mum said, "I just wasn't ready right then."

She immediately demonstrated by sinking down on me until her warm arse was wriggling firmly on me but I noticed that she closed her eyes as my cock penetrated into her. She stayed there, rolling her hips slowly and letting her internal muscles work on me, pulling, squeezing, caressing and pushing at my cock until finally she stopped and lifted up somewhat.

"Had to stop, that was too nice!" she said, "I want you to cum first, not me."

"You'll need to do more than just sit there then," I said and Mum answered by squeezing my cock so hard that it almost hurt.

"Give me a bloomin' chance!" she said as she began to move, "I was just enjoying you, feeling you up inside me."

She paused and breathed deeply then smiled at me.

"It feels so good," she said gently, "I've been so long without a cock and now you're here – my own son right inside me!"

"Wicked, Mum!" I said, loving the way she was enjoying my penis, "Never thought I'd be doing this either."

Her body moved more energetically now, rising and falling steadily on my erection, her thighs gripping my hips just as her vagina was gripping my cock. The steady motion was deliciously erotic, especially as I was able to watch Mum's proud swollen breasts swaying and bouncing just above me.

I suddenly realised that the rest of me was doing nothing so I reached up and cupped her breasts, holding them comfortably while allowing my thumbs to rub over her nipples.

"Oh Chris, I almost thought you'd forgotten them!" hissed Mum as she pressed her breasts forwards against my hands, "Keep doing that, it's lovely!"

I adjusted my hands until I was able to use fingers and thumbs to work on her nipples and as soon as I did that her vagina clamped more firmly around my cock.

She hissed a hardly spoken "yessss!" and her hips began working faster and with more energy, working on my cock with every internal muscle available to her.

"Ohhh Chris, you'd better cum soon," she gasped, her hips working steadily, "I'll get there first otherwise."

"Come on then," I enthused, now starting to drive my cock up at her aroused pussy, "If you cum I'll probably cum too."

"Oh yess, yess, I'll do that," she breathed, her own hips now working harder and seemingly rotating her vagina around and over my cock, "Ohh God, won't be long though."

I'd done all I could to prolong my release but her increased movements were now definitely affecting my level of arousal and I could now feel the beginnings of an orgasm forming inside me. Each thrust of my hips, each squeeze of her vaginal muscles was another quick step towards my climax as we built our loving way to fulfilment and it wasn't so much a matter of if but when as the action ramped up.

The effort of pumping my penis up at Mum's descending vagina was considerable even if the result was delightful and my brow and my chest were now bathed in sweat. Mum too was heating nicely; her own brow was shining with moisture and her bountiful bouncing breasts bloomed with tiny droplets too.

Where our bodies were united was even wetter; Mum's arousal was causing her to lubricate copiously now and the result was a steady splattering of sexual droplets and resounding slapping sounds as our bodies came together every few seconds.

"Ohhh darling," gasped Mum as she bounced up and down on my cock, "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh – getting close! Ohh darling, so close...nearly...nearly!"

Her imminent climax was sending messages to my own climactic core and I knew too that I'd soon have the release we'd been waiting for.

"Here it cums!" gasped Mum, bouncing so hard that I needed to release her breasts and hold her arms instead, "Yes...yesss – ahhhhhh! Cumming!"

In a flurry of wild action Mum seemed to pull herself down onto my rigid penis until it felt to me as if I'd penetrated far beyond her vagina.

She screamed once, an animalistic howl of excessive pleasure and emotion that did nothing to cool my ardour – far from it because it was accompanied by sudden spasms within her vagina that gripped my cock powerfully.

Immediately I felt my own orgasm arrive – that sudden second of sharp cramping – and then release.

"Ohhhh Mum!" I grunted as I pumped my penis upwards once again, "Yeahh! Oooh yeahhh!"

It felt as if my spunk was squeezed past a bottleneck, such was Mum's internal grip on me – then a moment later it was released to flow freely, flooded from my cock to fill and overfull her welcoming cavity.

"Oh Chris!" Mum gasped as my first eruption began to pump into her body, "Oh darling!"

"Oh Mum!" I cried as a second powerful eruption and then another one took place, "Oh fuck, oh fuck!"

Our words dissolved into gasps and cries that said nothing but meant everything – that meant that we'd committed the ultimate act of incest. Not only was my penis inside my mother's vagina but I was inseminating her womb with my sperm and my sweet mother was loving it.

She slumped now, all her wild emotions drained and all our dreams fulfilled and I held onto her as she leaned forward until eventually she was lying right on top of me, her legs still folded and my penis still in place but resting her body on mine.

I held her gently now, caressing her steadily moving shoulders as she filled her lungs with needed oxygen and I kissed her cheek softly.

"So good," I breathed, "You were wonderful Mum, absolutely incredible!"

"And you darling," panted Mum without moving from her position, "And you."

We stayed there as we recovered until I felt the stiffness begin to fade from my penis and realised that it would probably soon slide from it's love nest so I gently patted Mum's back.

"Going to slip out if we're not careful," I said, "Could do with a towel or something I think."

"Oh, oh, oh what?" mumbled Mum, "Oh goodness – oh darling, I was drifting off!"

Her sudden awakening must have made her vagina spasm and in an instant I felt my penis being ejected; then equally quickly I felt the wetness of our juices as they flooded from her hole.

"Oh ooops!" she giggled as another dollop of cum slid down over my flaccid penis, "Oh uhhh!"

She chuckled as she lifted her body from mine, then dropped down beside me on the bed to lie on her side, her breasts against my arm and one leg still resting on mine.

"I'd forgotten about all that!" she said as her gaze focused on my groin, "So long since anyone filled me like that – not that I'm complaining though."

Her hand slid over my body and into the puddles of cum that now adorned my abdomen, then her fingers traced wet patterns over my lower body. She chuckled as she did so and smiled deliciously at me.

"So much," she said, "And so thick too."

She dabbled her fingers in a puddle and brought them to her face where she inhaled deeply.

"It's a lovely smell, it's such a sexy smell too," she said, "And I've missed it so much!"

She pushed her cum-laden fingers into her mouth and made some wet and erotic sounds as she cleaned them, before collecting another load and repeating the actions.

"You're tasty!" she said as she licked her lips, "And that's another thing I've been missing."

She actually sounded as if she was about to burst into tears and my arm automatically pulled her tighter to me. The movement caused her hand to drop and press against my penis and she immediately grasped it with her still-sticky fingers.

"I'm alright really darling," she said as her hand now stroked my cock, "Now that I've got you."

My penis reacted to her touch by starting to fill up with turgid blood once again and Mum's smile widened.

"More?" she asked, "Honestly?"

My penis answered for me by turning into a rod of iron under her touch and Mum leaned in and kissed me.

"Oh darling yess!" she breathed as she stroked my renewed erection, "Twice in one night – oh that would be wonderful!"

I could hardly turn her down because much as I enjoyed my ration of sleep I too had been short of sex until now and whatever I thought, my penis thought otherwise.

"Let me mop this up first," I said as I pointed to the remnants of my cum on my abdomen.

I groped for something to use and a moment later Mum stretched across me then dropped a small towel onto my body.

"It was behind you. I always keep one on the chair," she said, "You never know when it'll be useful for something or other."

A little while later I was dried, hard and alert again. I had to be – Mum was already on her back with one hand between her legs, her fingers already working away.

"Do you know what darling, I thought I might be a bit sore but I'm not," she said as she pulled me by the penis as she urged me to climb aboard, "And you've made me so wet that I'm ready for you again right now!"

Truthfully I was now as eager to fuck her again as she was to receive me but nevertheless I was entirely amazed at how things had happened in the last day or so.

It had all started with an ill-fitting swimsuit and a prize holiday and instead the swimsuit was replaced, the holiday was yet to happen and my mother and I were having sex together.

My whole world had rotated hugely from it's normal axis in the space of just a few hours. I shook my head in wonderment, then gazed anew at my lovely lover.

Mum was spreadeagled on the bed now with her busy fingers making her hips buck and tremble with excited animation. Her other hand was at her breast, her fingers teasing her nipple as I watched while her tongue kept licking and moistening her luscious lips. There was only one thing I could do and that was to quickly settle my knees between her legs and dive in, cock first!

No sooner thought than done and immediately Mum pulled her hand to one side, opening her slippery wet pussy to me as I aimed my penis at her hole.

"Ahhh! Put it in darling!" she said eagerly, "I want you right now; I need you!"

"You wouldn't like me to use my tongue on you first?" I asked but Mum shook her head.

"No darling, not yet – I want that lovely cock back in me again," she said as my tip touched her lips, "Don't muck about – just stick it in!"

She was so eager that it was as if she'd just discovered sex, just discovered how good it was and I beamed happily.

"Ok, no problem," I said quickly, "Here it comes then."

I drove my cock into her wet pussy – there was a slight catch as I stretched her vaginal opening, then I just slid inside until my entire length was buried once again, until my belly pressed against Mum's.

"Ahhhhh!" she breathed happily, "Thank you darling, ohhh, that's what I wanted!"

Deeply embedded in my loving mother's body I paused now, just gently rotating my hips to move my cock around inside her.

"Just before we get on with this," my infuriatingly uptight mind asked, "Are you sure that I'm what you want?"

Mum nodded furiously but said nothing so I carried on.

"What I mean is that we're son and mother – we shouldn't be doing this, should we?" I asked, "And obviously you should have a husband and I should be looking for a wife."

I felt her vaginal walls stirring, tightening and arousing me even as I spoke but I ignored the feelings, or at least I tried to ignore them as I attempted to explain my thoughts.

"What I mean is that what we're doing is incest so we can't very well tell everyone, can we," I added, "And then there's the age difference and so on."

I moved my cock in and out of her hole, sliding sweetly through her exciting flesh, the increase in pleasure as good as cancelling out any adverse feelings, but I continued with my explanation.

"So I'm not really your cup of tea, am I?" I said as I attempted to provoke her, "You need someone your own kind of age to settle down with."

"I do not!" said Mum her voice hard for once, "Why should I conform? Why should I be stuck with someone who can't keep up with me?"

She paused and let her pussy do the talking as it smoothed my troubled mind and caressed my erection.

"Aren't I any good as a lover then?" she asked, her voice much softer and sweeter now.

"You're wonderful," I said, feeling her body excite me all through and causing me to thrust my cock into her repeatedly, "Bloody brilliant actually."

"Well then, just enjoy it!" she said as she continued to raise my desire, "I'm living the dream!"

She bucked her hips powerfully up at me, causing my cock to penetrate deeply. She hissed her pleasure at the stretching of her vagina then squeezed my cock in a python's grip and grinned at me.

"My wonderful son who's been so supportive is right here in bed with me and what better place to show him that I love him?" she said languidly, her body and voice now caressing me, "And the very least I can do is to repay some of your love, in the best way possible."

Her words seemed to power me into action and we began rutting now, making love strongly, our bodies moving from head to toe in a delicious unity and union. We kissed at length, wet sloppy kisses with lots of tongue and warm breathing and loving noises.





"Ohhh Chris, fuck me, fuck me," intoned Mum, her body writhing constantly with her extreme arousal, "Keep going – keep doing that!"

I could swear that she'd have swallowed me alive into her vagina had she been able to – it certainly felt as if she was trying to absorb me; combine me with her flesh in a symbiotic union.

Her arms and legs and lips seemed to be everywhere around me while her lively pussy ate my cock alive and I knew immediately that if we kept this pace up I wouldn't last a lot longer.

"You'll make me cum again if you're not careful," I warned but Mum merely kissed me while her body continued to squirm and move sexily.

"Good, good," she answered, her breath coming quicker now, "Cos I'm not going to last much longer either!"

There was nothing to hold me back now and with long and energetic strokes I pistoned my cock in and out again and again while Mum responded with her own luscious movements. She seemed to have turned liquid around me, flowing everywhere at once – if it wasn't her fingers raking me then it was her heels pulling me into her; if it wasn't her pussy caressing and sucking at me then it was her lips and everything she did was powerfully erotic and very stimulating.

A few more strokes and I'd be on the brink of filling her again and I warned her that the end was close.

"Gonna cum," I said, feeling the advance warning twinges, "Not long now!"

"Yes, darling, good!" said Mum again as her body tightened around me, "Do it – fill me – fuck me!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" I intoned as I slammed my cock hard and fast into her hungry pussy, "Get ready – it's cumming, it's cumming!"

"Yeahhhhh!" yelled Mum, her voice seeming to echo around the room, "Let it go – I'm with you!"

And then I was gushing, gasping and groaning as I unloaded another orgasmic load of hot cum into my mother's welcoming body and she was crying randomly while her body did it's very best to suck me inside her to join my fluid offering.

"Ohh darling – I can feel it!" cried Mum, "Ohhh that's lovely – that's wonderful – oh that's so good!"

"Uhhh yeahhh!" I grunted as my final squirt of cum left my penis, "Ohh, bloody hell, that was incredible!"

We slumped together, still united in many ways it seemed, clinging together wetly; seminal fluids splattered at our groins; sweat covering my chest and Mum's heaving breasts and saliva mingling in our sloppily kissing mouths. But we had to lift and separate – we both needed air – lots of air.

I knelt more upright now with my penis still buried inside Mum's twitching hole and looked lovingly down at her as she too panted deeply.

"That was good Mum," I said as my breathing recovered, "God, you're hot stuff!"

"I know I am!" she replied with a big wide grin, "And that's another reason why I need you! I told you I need a young man who can keep up with me and just as importantly I need someone who can love all of me."

"So not someone to marry and all that?" I asked but Mum shook her head.

"No, I'm not worried about the marriage bit; I just want you darling, not anyone else," she said softly, "If you'll have me, that is."

"I just have, haven't I!" I replied as I grinned too, "So you really want me and not just any young guy?"

"Just you and I'll love you forever," she said soothingly, "And I'm fit, so no health problems to slow me down – and I'm always horny!"

We laughed together as her vagina squeezed me and caused my cock to regain some of it's hardness, then we leaned together for a warm and loving kiss.

"Mmmmm darling," she hummed into my mouth, "You're perfect!"

"You're not so bad yourself," I answered as I flexed my cock inside her, "Certainly good in bed!"

She blew me a final wet kiss as our lips and mouths parted.

"We can move if you like," said Mum and thinking that she'd had enough I began to lift myself away from her but she held me in place.

"No, I meant we – you and I; we could always move, you know, sell up and move and I'll change my name and we can start afresh," she said in a rush, "You'll be my lover rather than my son and no-one will know and we can live together and..."

She stopped talking and looked at me expectantly while I considered her words.

It certainly wasn't a bad idea; a new home would be for her and me, leaving all the unhappy memories of dad behind and it would save me the hassle of house-hunting for myself too. It would also save me having a lonely mum – one who would probably then keep asking me to visit her anyway. Everything added up; my darling Mum was so young to look at, so vivacious, so pretty – and so sexy and when I remembered to include the fantastic sex we'd been having that there was only one thing I could say.

"Ok – you're on!" I said suddenly and eagerly, "Let's go for it!"

"Honestly?" she asked, her warm face glowing with excitement, "You really would stay with me?"

I nodded happily as I felt her exciting vagina come alive again around my penis, squeezing me hard while another set of internal muscles seemed to stroke and caress my instrument.

"Why not?" I countered, "We get on well together and we think alike and..."

"...and we make love together so well!" added Mum, interrupting quickly.

"Yeah, twice in succession!" I said, "Not bad for a old woman!"

"Owwww!" I gasped as her internal muscles tried to crush the life out of my cock, "That hurt."

"Well, you hurt me when you said that, so there," said Mum grinning and adding a more friendly squeeze, "So – you're willing to give it a go?"

"Sure," I answered, "We'll make a good team."

"No darling, not a good team, a good couple," she added, "A good loving couple too."

I bent and kissed her, Mum's lips warm and soft against mine and we clung together in love, our bodies soft against each other until finally we'd unwound the tension of our discussions, then, with the usual mess of seminal fluids and applications of towels we rearranged ourselves on the bed, side by side.

"I'll put the house on the market tomorrow," said Mum, eager to please, "I don't suppose it'll take all that long to find a buyer and..."

"Whoa," I said as I grabbed Mum's hand and held it, "There's no panic."

"But I want us to be proper lovers as soon as we can," said Mum.

I laughed while caressing her fingers.

"I'm happy enough as we are for now; we don't have to move," I said, "It's not as if we're having sex out in front of the house; it's all in private, isn't it?"

Mum nodded and smiled.

"Just so long as we behave when we're out and about," I said, "But what we do indoors is another matter altogether!"

"Will you sleep with me?" asked Mum as her own fingers responded to mine, "Here in my nice big bed, please?"

"Course I will," I answered happily, "I wonder how much sleep I'll get though!"

"Mmmm, not a lot if I have my way!" Mum answered as her other hand moved to her groin, "Ohhh darling, I'm sure I could do it all over again!"

"Tomorrow," I suggested, feeling totally relaxed now, "Anyway, before we even think of moving we've got that holiday to enjoy."

"So we have, I'd almost forgotten about it!" exclaimed Mum, suddenly animated, "Now that's going to be fun, isn't it!"

"Certainly be enjoyable," I said, "All that relaxing and lazing about..."

"You won't have time for that!" said Mum with a giggle, "Don't forget, I'll be there with you!"

"Oh and in your new swimsuit of course," I added and Mum blew me a kiss.

"It's all thanks to that swimsuit, isn't it?" asked Mum as we reclined again, "If my old one had have fitted me none of this would have happened."

There was a small silence as we contemplated our words, then Mum spoke again.

"Oh I tell a lie," she said, "It was going to happen one day, wasn't it. The holiday and the swimsuit just happened to came along at the right time."

"Was it?" I queried, "Were you that certain we'd be in bed together?"

"It wasn't just me, was it?" replied Mum as her hand stroked lazily over my abdomen, "I used to watch you watching me but you were so straight-laced once."

She stopped and reaching over she put her fingers around my cock, which immediately began to respond.

"And then we found this thing, didn't we!" she said as she stroked me deliciously, "Perfect timing!"

"Hey, speaking of timing, my rugby!" I said but Mum held me down.

"That must have finished ages ago," she said, her hand now stroking my erection, "So how about we start another game?"

"Mummies and daddies?" I suggested wickedly and Mum laughed happily.

"Come on then," she said as she rolled over, kissed my cock and sat up, "Who wants to be on top!"

I didn't care – I was on top of the world anyway.

My wonderful Mum and I were a couple now and things could only get even better.





Why Should I Leave Home Ch. 02





Do I honestly want to leave home?


This is the second and final part of this story; one that started with the slow demise of my father, the needs and love of my mother and my descent into debauchery in her arms.

It's a sordid story of lust, love and incest that takes time to brew and develop and ideally you'll need to read Chapter 1 to get the feel of things.

In a nutshell, Mum and I had battled our way through life without Dad and only slowly had we prospered but then I won a luxury holiday – a week of being pampered at a coastal villa...and without a girlfriend, who else could I invite along but my mother.

As a result of our celebrating Mum and I became lovers and soon became a couple – a couple of ardent lovers.

So this is the story of that holiday – a week of unbridled lust and fun.

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Now that Mum and I had become lovers, nothing held us back. Sure Mum still worked part-time and I had to work too but as soon as I was home Mum was there to feed me, love me and above all to relax me. We slept together and almost every night cries of happiness and lust would ring out as we fucked energetically while Mum became a real connoisseur of my cock.

I was now 21 and in the prime of my health and was so damn horny that it was all I could do not to jerk one off each lunchtime despite Mum's lusty pussy each night. Spunk seemed to be produced by the gallon and I wish I'd been able to keep count of the number of hours that my cock was erect!

But Mum quite understood my eagerness and not only helped me keep fit but ensured that we both ate well. We agreed that any money saved thanks to the 'free' week away would go toward our own small gym and if anything was left thereafter, it would be used to pay for health club memberships. Times were changing and our lives were changing too.

Mum seemed to have acquired a knack of knowing just what I needed in the way of sex, perhaps because we always spoke briefly on the phone as I left the office, so she was able to understand my mood. Heck, I was seldom moody but Mum could sense when I was feeling frivolous or irritated; happy or tired, grumpy or buoyant and in the few minutes we were on the phone she'd be able to plan her reception.

One evening therefore she might be dressed mysteriously, then leading me through unexpected mental or even physical exercises as she teased me into arousal. Perhaps she'd be demure and motherly or another time she'd go the opposite way and be there waiting for me in the lounge stark naked while playing with herself with a large vibrator. We bought that instrument at Mum's request, as she said she needed something for when I wasn't there and the one we chose was remarkably similar in size and shape to my own instrument.

"I don't want it to heal over while you're at work!" she said with a giggle when we ordered the vibrator, "Anyway, just in case you decide not to come back I'll have something to remember you by."

And on the rare days when work had been arduous, she'd be there to massage me into a relaxed state of mind; then I'd usually return the compliment and a sweet evening of softness and love would ensue.

To be honest, there was little chance that I'd stray; Mum was more than enough for me, what with work as well and the few girls who worked in the office seemed to leave a lot to be desired, especially when compared to my sexy mother.

You see, Mum had all that I desired in a woman. A sensible maturity – no silly vapours or fits of pique. An innate intelligence that worked perfectly in conjunction with mine. A broad interest in just about everything and a desire to expand both her knowledge and mine. Knowledge, I might add, not just of the world about us but of sexual expression and experience. An incredible body with curves in all the right places and speaking of those curves, within weeks of our first get-together she lost a fair bit of spare fat and now seemed to fit that swimming costume absolutely perfectly. Somehow her bust remained loaded while her waist, arse and thighs had all trimmed down and tightened up, so now she was even more exciting for me, a true tit-lover!

She was my ideal woman and it seemed that I was her ideal man.

The day after our very first sexual union started off somewhat tensely because neither of us knew what to say or how to act. We, mother and son, had committed the ultimate sin of incest but we'd absolutely loved it and had every intention of continuing our tryst. But nevertheless we both felt shy the next day.

I'd woken early, quickly observed my sleeping mother there beside me and although I had my inevitable 'morning wood' I felt no desire to make use of it, in fact I slid noiselessly from our bed, crept to the toilet, gathered my clothes then washed and dressed downstairs.

I sat quietly having my breakfast while I considered the situation but I could come up with no alternative ideas. I'd already agreed to take Mum with me for our luxury week away; I'd already agreed to sleep in her bed and we'd already made love. There was precious little I could come up with to make any form of amends to society.

It was Sunday though, so at least I didn't have to go to work today but that also meant that I could probably look forward to some delicious sex and I hardly knew what to do next. I didn't want to interrupt Mum's beauty sleep but as I sat there I found my mind slipping back to review our activities and the second that I did, I felt my cock begin to gather strength and knew that any resolve to stop our incestuous activity was lost.

My mind's eye saw Mum as she undressed; as her fabulous tits appeared before me; as she displayed her deliciously scented pussy and as she wrapped her warm and loving arms around me and pulled me to her for a wild and wanton kiss.

"Ohhh fuck!" I muttered as I pushed my growing penis into a more comfy position, "Fuckin' gorgeous!"

I massaged my cock gently as more memories slid past my eyes and felt my pelvis thrusting my cock forward as if to penetrate deep into my mother's firm and hot body.

"Yeahhh!" I breathed as my cock jerked in my fist, "I did enjoy that!"

"Mmmm, so did I!" came a voice from right behind me and there was Mum smiling over my shoulder.

"Damn!" I said with a chuckle, "I was wondering if I should come and wake you up – I was just getting ready."

"So I see, and that looks nice," she said as she slid around my shoulder, her firm breasts pressing deliciously against my arm, "Hope it's all for me!"

"Who else?" I countered, "Of course it is Mum – and good morning since you're down now!"

"And to you lover," said Mum as she stretched down and softly stroked her fingers over my erection.

"Ohhh, breakfast first Mum," I said as I flexed my hips then lifted my face to kiss her gently, "There's some coffee there; shall I make you a cuppa?"

"Mmmm, yes please darling," she answered as she sat in the chair beside mine, "Did you sleep well?"

"Think so," I answered, my mind occupied with filling her cup, "And you?"

"Like a log!" she replied, "But errr, how come you got up and left me there on my own?"

I delayed my reply while I finished her coffee and placed it on the table and then I sat back down.

"I suppose I wanted time to think," I said carefully, "Time to sort of chew over things."

"Like what?" asked Mum.

"Oh I don't know," I said vaguely, "Just things."

Our faltering conversation died as we both attacked our coffees and we sat silently together for several minutes before Mum banged down her empty mug and stood up.

"Come on Chris," she said firmly, "We can't have this – we're either lovers or we're not. So what is it?"

"Oh I don't know," I said, "I suppose I'm just not used to the idea. I mean, fucking my mother of all things!"

"But you've always wanted me, haven't you?" she replied as she leaned forward towards me, "And I think I've always wanted you too."

I lifted my eyes and was immediately met by a large expanse of exposed breast as Mum's gown fell open and in an instant my mind was reconnected.

How could I possibly reject my dream – how could I not want to make love to this woman! I knew exactly what I wanted!

"Yessss!" I hissed as my mind cleared and my cock rose again, "Yes, I do want you!"

"Ohhh darling, that's what I wanted to hear!" said Mum as she moved quickly and perched herself on the table beside me, "Now, soon or later?"

With that she swept her gown open to reveal that she was entirely naked underneath.

"Now I think, right now!" I said, suddenly well and truly aroused.

I drew in a deep breath and then, in a flurry of activity I undressed and moved so that I knelt between Mum's legs while Mum just sat there on the edge of the table smiling and waiting.

"I love you Mum," I said softly, "And I want you and I want to make love to you always!"

"Ohhh yess! Now was that always or all ways?" asked Mum with a wink, "Let's see, there's still so many ways we haven't tried yet, aren't there!"

"Are we going to try some of them then?" I asked with a returned wink, "What are you up for then?"

"Anything!" breathed Mum softly, "Whatever you like!"

I could have made some rude suggestions but since I was kneeling facing my mother's pussy there was only one place to start.

I let my gaze settle on her groin and with my face on a level with Mum's tummy and my hands now resting on her thighs I could hardly avoid staring at her lovely pussy.

She must have preened her pubes because they seemed to glisten and shine as they tried to hide her lovely charms and from where I was it needed only a slight movement for me to be able to slide my thumbs over her bush and to part her hairs while my fingers caressed her abdomen.

"Ohhh darling!" Mum breathed, as her body squirmed under my touch, "So gentle – that's lovely."

She was panting already but I'd hardly started.

With a quick adjustment of my posture I moved until my face was just inches from her groin while above me Mum's hands came and rested on my head, her fingers stroking my scalp sensuously. I breathed deeply, happily absorbing the delicious sleep-warmed scent of her womanly charms. I felt my penis jerking eagerly as the erotic smell infiltrated my brain and knew that without a doubt we'd be fucking again before long but first I leaned closer and closer, then stuck out my tongue. I felt it touch the springiness of her wiry pubes, then I used my thumbs to part them and just let my open mouth rest softly between her lips.

"Ahhhh!" sighed Mum, her fingers moving slowly against my scalp, "Use your tongue darling, yes, your tongue!"

I formed it into a hard point and explored her lips, feeling the slippery texture of her flesh, then finding her vagina itself. Mum gasped anew as I stuck my tongue into her hole and then her fingers tightened on my scalp as I probed as far into her hole as I could.

"Ahhh yesss!" she hissed, "Ohhh Chris!"

I withdrew and slid my tongue up and over her clit.

"Ohhh!" she gasped, "Ohhh darling, yesss!"

Her clitoris stood erect already, a miniature penis and one that loved attention. This was the first time I'd ever used my tongue on it though and I'd obviously been depriving Mum of some powerful pleasure.

"Ahhhh!" gasped Mum again, but this time more loudly, "Ohhh darling; super, ohhh, ohhh yesss – do that – ahhh, yes, like that!"

I flicked my tongue back and forward over my mother's clit, occasionally ignoring it for long seconds to tease her. Each time I did that Mum held her breath and each time I returned to her sensitive clit she gasped anew, then let her breath out gently.

I pressed my mouth over her protruding flesh and sucked, my actions causing Mum's hips to buck so hard that I thought she'd end up in my lap but somehow she remained perched on the table but already she was very excited.

"Don't tease me," she groaned as her hands pressed my face hard into her pussy, "Ohhh Chris, that's so good, I love it!"

With my nose pressed against her flesh I could hardly breathe but my tongue continued to flick and caress her clit even as my mouth remained clamped over it and I gently nipped her flesh with my teeth.

"Ahhh!" cried Mum, her body quivering all over, "Ohh darling – do it again – yesss again!"

With pleasure I did so, knowing full well that Mum was now nearing an orgasm and I added to her excitement by reaching up with one hand to hold her breast. It took me a few moments to locate and capture her nipple and now I squeezed and gently pinched it in time with my ministrations at her pussy.

Mum's legs came up and gripped my waist as I excited her – she was breathing fast now and her whole body seemed to be in motion. Waves of orgasmic excitement made her tremble and jerk and each movement seemed stronger and more uncontrolled. My cock was responding too as my own hips rolled and squirmed, pushing my erection upwards. I felt something happening down there and I didn't even need to glance to know that my foreskin had just rolled back from my knob. I concentrated on Mum again, leaving her clit for a little while as I delved back down her pussy to find her hole again. It was wetter now, slippery with her juices and I lapped my tongue through them, tasting her ambrosial nectar, loving the sexy aroma too.

"Ohhh darling, don't stop!" gasped Mum, her fingers pressing into my scalp, "Here it cums – here it cums!"

In an instant she froze for a moment or two; a moment in which I moved back to her clit and sucked it into my tight mouth.

"Yesss!" screamed Mum, "Cumming! Oh Chris – oh darling – I'm cumming!"

I suddenly had an out-of-control female body before me; almost on top of me; one that was now writhing and jerking furiously, shaking the table and rattling the mugs with her orgasm; one that was driving itself against my lips and flooding my mouth with delicious juice. A great stream of fluid filled my mouth and overflowed onto my lap as Mum climaxed wildly, noisily and thoroughly. I swallowed quickly as Mum's cum juice squirted once again.

"Oh my God!" she wailed, "I can't stop!"

But stop she did eventually; her body became soft and pliable and her grip on my scalp and my waist relaxed. Every so often she would spasm, a sudden jerking and quivering as she slowly came down from her apex and then she was still, as good as motionless now except for her breathing. I lifted my head away from her groin to survey the wreckage, discovering that Mum looked fine, that her pussy was a wet mess, that my face was in much the same condition and that my entire front was wetted by her juices.

"You made me squirt!" she said between breaths, "I've only ever done that once before!"

"Fun!" I said with a smile as my tongue licked my slightly flavoured lips, "You really let loose, didn't you!"

"I couldn't help it darling," said Mum as she put her hand over her pussy, "Oh gosh, that was so good, incredible."

"Was hot wasn't it," I agreed, "And so wet!"

"Look at you!" said Mum as she leaned forward and gazed at my body, "I nearly drowned you, didn't I?"

"Wonderful," I said, as I stretched out, snagged a towel from the side and began wiping my body, "There's not many women who can do that."

"Can we do it again?" asked Mum, "You will, won't you – you'll make me do that again?"

"Now, soon or later?" I asked, repeating my question with a grin, "Or shall we go back to bed?"

Mum's eyes weren't looking at mine though; she was still looking downwards – then she lifted her eyes and smiled.

"Almost forgot your lovely penis," she said, "Look at you – all hard and eager!"

"I can wait Mum," I said but Mum shook her head.

"No darling, I'm all hot and ready – let me make use of that lovely erection right now!" she said, "I'll stay right here for you and maybe you'll make me do it again."

With that she leaned back and then let her body flatten onto the table top with her legs splayed and with a brief wriggle she was ready for me, her arse almost over the edge of the table. I stood up and as I did so my erection slid up between her cheeks and almost lodged into her vagina immediately.

"Perfect!" Mum said as she felt my cock against her, "Come on darling, please put it in – all of it!"

It was only a matter of aligning my penis with her hole, shuffling forward and pressing my cock into her body and it just slid in with barely any resistance.

"You make me so wet," said Mum as her body welcomed me, "No, not just squirting wet but so slippery wet too; it's amazing."

"I said it was fun!" I added as I pressed forward, "Makes me even harder when you do that."

"That's not possible," she replied as she squeezed my cock with her vaginal muscles, "Anyway you feel quite hard enough to me."

I felt Mum starting to respond to my thrusts while her hands moved to slide over her breasts until her fingers found her nipples but I left her to get on with it while I teased her clit. I had the distinct feeling that the combination of strong penile thrusts and quick stimulation of her clit combined would set her off again and I was eager to see her impressions of a fountain again.

I was obviously having some fair effect because Mum was pulling at her nipples with considerable strength now, stretching them some distance and causing herself to squeak with painful pleasure. I thrust even harder – then stopping as my balls slammed against the edge of the table – and calmed down again but the semi-delicious pain in both of our bodies had stirred things up.

She released her nipples and grabbed my arms as I supported myself, pulling her body towards me so that my cock was driven deeply inside her.

"It's lovely, you're stretching me in there," she breathed, "I love it when it hurts a little bit like that."

"It's the only pain you'll get from me," I answered, feeling soft and loving, "I don't want to hurt you."

"You're so sweet," she murmured as her movements became faster, "Do you know what darling – it's wonderful to be fucked, you know, really fucked, but it's just as nice sometimes just to be loved gently."

"Best of both worlds, eh, Mum?" I said and Mum hummed and nodded.

"And I'm going to be in the next world if you keep doing that!" she said, her body tighter around me now, "I think I'm getting close again."

"Do you want to see if we can do that again? You know, squirt?" I asked and Mum nodded vigorously.

"You might have to so some cleaning up if I do!" she said, "Grab my nip – just one and use your other hand down there – and fuck me, harder, faster!"

Quickly I complied, two fingers and a thumb of one hand twisting her nipple while I managed to slide my other hand down over her clit and all the while I tried to keep sliding my cock in and out. To use both hands in different places and to keep banging away steadily felt remarkably complicated but it seemed as if it was going to be worth it as Mum's body began to respond more strongly.

That she was already excited was clear but it was also apparent that when Mum really had a good orgasm then she'd go right over the top – and that I wanted to see.

Things were coming to the boil now because not only Mum was getting close. I was now feeling those delicious shudders and contractions inside me as my inner muscles prepared for the big blow off and I tried hard to reach every part of Mum's erotic anatomy.

"Ohhh Chris!" said Mum suddenly, "Ohhh darling, don't stop now! Harder – harder! I'm going to cum!"

I leaned back to give myself as much access to her clit as I could obtain and strummed my fingers over it as I slammed my very rigid penis into her time and time again.

"Oooooh!" gasped Mum, "Here it cums!"

Suddenly she was bucking under me; throwing her hips up to reach me; her arse leaving the table completely as she arched her back in her ecstasy.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried quickly, "Here it comes!"

I dragged my cock from her hole and whipped my hand away from her clit just as a genuine fountain of fluid squirted high into the air. It fell back over her belly just as another long fountain erupted, the jet not so perfectly formed this time and this one splattering it's contents back over our groins.





"Wow Mum!" I exclaimed, "Incredible!"

Mum's amazing display was somehow sending waves of energy into my body and despite my cock not being in any way near her it still felt as if it was about to explode. Quickly I slammed my cock back where it belonged, discovering that Mum's vagina seemed to have tightened and now was about to strip me of my spunk.

"Mum – cumming!" I cried as I pushed my pulsating penis deeply into her.

Her body seemed to come alive in an instant and as I fought to control Mum's rampaging body so my cock jerked mightily and blasted jet after jet of hot cum deep into my mother's vagina and womb.

"Ahhhh!" I cried as air was forced from my lungs by the muscular contractions that emanated from my groin, "Ahhh Mum – yessss, oh yeah!"

"Oh Chris – oh Chris!" she panted as her body shuddered and shook; as her hands tried to crush my arms; as her arse bounced on the table, "Oh God – I can't stop!"

But stop she did – eventually. The crescendo had been reached and now came the long slow descent from the peak, a gradual decline, interspersed by occasional twitches and contractions. Mum's vagina still had a good grip on my cock though and I moved it slowly in and out, just pleasuring myself with the erotic friction of our incestuous activity. Small streams of sweat and other liquids were dripping and running down my body as I stood there panting while on the table Mum too was bathed in liquids but she was bathed in smiles too and her vagina still held me firmly.

I moved my penis around and felt the warm wet spunk as it bathed my knob and Mum's vagina. I pressed inwards and a gush of white spunk squeezed out and gathered between Mum's lips but I was too knackered for now to do anything with it. Instead I merely regained my breath and allowed my body to cool back down while Mum apparently did the same.

"That was so wild!" she said, breaking into my reverie, "I don't think I've been so wet since I last had a shower...and speaking of showers, I think we ought to have one now, don't you?"

I nodded my agreement, too exhausted temporarily to do much else at that moment.

"Well, come on then, we can't have a shower here, can we?" said Mum and I shook my head as I returned to the land of the living.

"Yeah," I said, my mind still swirling with sexy memories, "No, sorry – no, not here – I'd better move then."

"No, no, don't start that again!" said Mum, playing on my words, "The only moves you're going to make will be on me!"

I laughed, then reached for the towel, pressed it over Mum's pussy and slowly slid my cock from it's happy home.

"Ugghhh!" said Mum, as she held the towel in place, "I felt that!"

I pulled her upright and then lifted her off the table and into my arms whereupon we kissed warmly and tenderly. Mum's delicious breasts squashed against me and I felt a quiver of excitement moving through my cock, one that Mum apparently felt too as we clung together.

"No you don't!" she said, "Shower time."

I could now tell you all about how we showered together, caressed and stroked and loved each other – but I won't. Then I could fill you in with our energetic love-making as we grew closer and more attune with each other. And I could load this story with chatter about our daily lives. But I won't.

Because this is supposed to be the story of our week away so I'm going to skip a few weeks – right forward actually to the day we headed down south, to our home from home for the week. In the weeks beforehand we intentionally avoided any research into the place, knowing only that it was a top class hotel, specifically set up to cater for breaks for those from the cream of commerce so whatever happened, the accommodation was going to be good.

And so it was. We drove down since we wanted our own freedom to explore if we had time and arrived safely early in the afternoon, finding ourselves sweeping into a wide expanse of gardens and paths with a big red brick mansion beckoning to us in the warmth of the afternoon sun.

Everything then seemed to happen so quickly – we arrived and were met by several liveried staff; the car was driven away out of sight; we were booked in quickly and then were taken to our suite wherein our bags had somehow already been deposited. In the suite too were arrays of flowers fit for a queen and more champagne than I'd ever seen in one place at once and Mum was awhirl with excitement.

Hardly had the door closed behind us than she was leaping into my arms, for all the world as if she'd cast off some twenty years or more, smothering the life out of me as she held me tightly and kissed me madly.

"I can't believe it!" she breathed huskily into my ear, "Oh Chris, how on earth did you manage it?"

I felt as if she'd asked me how I'd managed to set the place up so perfectly all on my own but I knew that her words were just the exuberant expression of a woman in love; a woman excited beyond anything that her normal life had allowed.

"You like it?" I asked, as if indeed I had organised the room, "Suitable for madam?"

"Oh, you know what I mean," said Mum as she kissed her way back to my mouth, "I'm just so thrilled, so happy...come on, put me down lover boy!"

She drifted away from me as she checked the room's features, standing eventually at the open doors to the balcony, then she turned and beckoned me to join her outside.

"Look, there's a pool and a Jacuzzi and, and...there's the beach!" she exclaimed excitedly, "Oh darling – it's perfect!"

She spun around again and plastered herself against me, kissing me energetically and rubbing herself deliciously against me and I immediately felt my body responding.

"Have we got time?" she breathed as she stroked my rising penis through my trousers, "I'm sure we have – damn, I'm going make sure we have!"

In the few moments she'd been pressing against me she'd managed to undo my trousers and now she pushed them down my legs and began undoing her dress. To be honest, she hardly needed to remove her dress anyway since her delicious breasts had been generously on show and she'd already shown me that all she was wearing underneath were some very skimpy knickers but the symbolic undressing (and deflowering of course) was a necessary rite of passage as we consummated our love in our new home from home.

Knowing full well that Mum would get her way I removed the rest of my clothes – just moments before Mum was throwing herself full length onto the bed, to sprawl there with arms and legs spread for me.

I quickly joined her and reclined beside her, then rolled over so that we could kiss.

"Mmmmmm," she hummed as we smooched and devoured each other, "Ohhh darling, come on, come here, do me!"

There was no finesse, just an urgent desire to be united and even as I lifted myself on top of her, Mum's hand was guiding my erection into her slippery slit.

"I'm so ready for you!" she sighed as her hips lifted towards my down-pointing penis, "Just a nice quickie; I just want to feel – ohhh – you're in!"

She was so slippery wet that once again I slid inside her lovely vagina with hardly a hitch; she was designed to accommodate me perfectly and no sooner than I was embedded than she was working her hips up and down my penis, her lively pussy insatiably active.

"Don't cum inside me," she pleaded as her vaginal walls squeezed my cock powerfully, "I'll be sticky and horrible all afternoon, I'll finish you off with my mouth instead, please."

While it was always an incredible sensation to pump my spunk back into the hole I'd come from, my penis was less discerning, merely being content with being emptied every so often so her suggestion was fine with me and actually made sense but nevertheless I continued to thrust my rampant cock into my mother's hole with unabated eagerness.

"Yes daring," said Mum, proving that my intent was the right one, "Like that – fast – hard – quick!"

I was pounding her pussy now, driving her back down onto the bed but she still responded as if she'd never been fucked like this before, filling the air with ecstatic cries and gasps of delight.

"Wonderful!" she cried, "My goodness, I'm going to cum!"

I thought that that was the general idea but it was the speed of the arrival of her orgasm that was surprising her but her responses were very much in tune. Her legs kept tightening around my hips, her hands were pulling me down to her and her lips were reaching up to me eagerly.

"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmmmm!" she hummed into my mouth as she began to climax, "Ohhhhhh!"

Our mouths parted just as Mum reached the top of her frantic orgasm and she cried out like a wild creature with noises you'd hardly expect to come from a woman, then cut them off with a shocked look on her face.

"Oh darling, whatever will they think?" she asked, "I couldn't stop – I just had to let it go!"

"They'll think you were enjoying yourself," I said softly, as I stroked my cock in and out of her pulsating, quivering hole with measured calmness, "Isn't that what we came down here for anyway?"

"But I'm a grown woman!" she said, as if grown women weren't supposed to enjoy themselves, "And I'm your mother for that matter!"

I pressed my cock firmly and deeply into Mum's hole and held it there.

"I know that and so do you, but they don't, do they?" I said, "You're supposed to be my girlfriend and anyway, you don't look old enough to be my mother – you could easily be my girl."

I could see by the way Mum's face brightened even more that I'd paid her the ultimate compliment but it was true – she certainly didn't act or look her age. Sure, she was obviously somewhat older than me but not by a whole generation. Not only that, her pussy had been as good as unused for the past ten years or more and it certainly worked perfectly now even to the point that I found myself having to distract my mind or risk shooting off. Fortunately Mum seemed to recognise the signals and patted me gently on the shoulder.

"Come on, lift up darling," she said, "Lie on your back and I'll finish you off."

I eased my penis from her loving vagina, her slippery juices forming a glistening thread between our two sex organs for a few moments and then shortly afterwards I was lying there; Mum had rolled onto her hip and one elbow and her hand was now around my cock.

"He's a lovely thing," she said as she eased my foreskin up and down, "So hard and yet so soft."

She smiled benevolently at me then moved down the bed until I could feel her warm breath and her soft hair on my abdomen.

"Ahhh!" I gasped as her mouth began exploring, "Oh yesss Mum, yesss!"

Mum looked up from my groin and waved a finger at me.

"I think you'd better call me Paula while we're down here," she said with a smile, "We don't want them to think we're up to anything!"

"Bit late for that!" I said, "I bet they heard you down town!"

"I told you, I couldn't help it," said Mum as she pulled a face, "I won't be in trouble will I?"

"We're here to enjoy ourselves, aren't we?" I said, "And I think we'd be a strange couple if we didn't enjoy some good earthy sex while we're here, so just let it go."

"You think so?" asked Mum, still reticent, "I'm sure I'll blush like anything when we go downstairs."

"Don't be silly," I said as I stroked her back, "Relax and smile, that's all you need to do!"

"I can't smile when I've got this thing in my mouth!" she said with a wink, "I've got the message – now let me get the spunk to go with it!"

Then it was my turn to gasp anew as her skilful mouth and active tongue stroked, caressed, stretched and squeezed my cock until, aided by her hand on my shaft I found myself about to explode.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum Paula," I gasped, as my hips shook and jerked, "I can feel it!"

"Let it go – I'm ready!" she answered quickly before her mouth descended once again to strip me of my essence.

"Yes, yesss!" I gasped urgently, "Here it cums!"

"Oooo!" breathed Mum, "Bloody hell!"

She lifted away and cleared her throat then settled back over my cock to let me finish off.

"Haaaa," I gasped as my jumping, spastic hips and cock settled back, "Oh Mum, that was good!"

"Say Paula or I won't do it again!" said Mum sociably, "That was a big load, wasn't it?"

"Sorry Paula. I don't know – it just felt good from here," I answered and Mum hummed her response.

"Felt like a lot from here," she said as she wiped her lips, "Had to swallow twice."

"You're good, you know," I said as Mum sat up, "And I can't believe how sexy you've become."

She climbed off the bed and stood there licking her lips erotically.

"Wouldn't be the same without you," she answered as she crossed the room towards the en suite bathroom, "Won't be long."

With that she disappeared into the bathroom and eventually I joined her for a quick clean up.

She was brushing her teeth as I entered and she paused and took the brush from her mouth.

"First time I've tasted myself," she said, "Interesting taste too combined with the taste of you and your cum."

She rinsed off and dried herself before slapping my arse as she left me to finish off.

"I wasn't complaining about the taste," she said, "But I didn't want to come over as being too much of a slut!"

She laughed happily as she walked away from me, rolling her hips provocatively, then began to dress and I noticed that she put her new swimsuit on under her light floral summer dress. Soon I was dressing too, neither of us entirely certain that we were dressing correctly, but we were on holiday – off duty – so we chose to dress very casually although to be honest, Mum still looked perfect to me.

"Ok, so what's happening now we're here?" she asked and all I could do was to shrug and hold my hands out.

"No idea – but if we go downstairs we can find out what there is to do. Are you hungry yet?" I asked as I wondered if I could find something to eat.

"I've just had lunch!" said Mum with a big grin, "We'd better top you up before too long though – you'll need the energy more than me!"

Downstairs there were plenty of staff to guide us and boards showing all the various activities available, the hotel having extensive grounds and facilities for just about everything from horse riding to playing chess. There was such a huge selection of things to do that we were spoilt for choice and we dithered for ages as we perused the options before eventually choosing to enjoy a combination activity – canoeing down a small river to the beach followed by a barbequed meal on the beach and some relaxation on the sand.

A golf buggy took us to the headwater of the stream and our clothes were taken away to be delivered to the beach, leaving us in our swim wear and soon we were fitted out with flotation jackets and helmets. I loved the look on the guy's face as he fitted the jacket over Mum's buxom charms – then we were off.

It wasn't long before our skills were tested as we gathered speed and skittered through some small rapids – which brought out happy and excited cries from us both – not to mention some cries of alarm every so often. It was obviously an engineered rapids, designed for fun and relative safety so there were no sharp or hidden dangers and before long we were paddling like professionals and yelling with excitement. But before it became arduous we found ourselves sliding into the lower reaches where the water was calmer and more relaxing. It had only been about a twenty minute canoe ride to the beach but it was time enough to enjoy without becoming boring.

"Fun!" exclaimed Mum as we grounded our canoes at the small landing stage, "Made me all squirmy inside!"

"Huh!" I said, "What doesn't!"

Mum's eyes crinkled with happiness and amusement and I watched as she scanned my body, then licked her lips.

"Everything about you does," she added quietly, "You're making me feel so young again, you're giving me a whole new lease of life."

She blew me a sloppy looking kiss which I returned, then we removed our flotation gear, quickly noticing that dispensers of big fluffy towels were scattered around. We helped ourselves to several and dried off, then walked to a kiosk that was well decked out with assorted barbeque foods and once having loaded ourselves with food and drink we moved to some loungers and spread ourselves out.

A few other couples were there already and we exchanged waves and smiles and greetings before settling to demolish our fare. The food was deliciously tasty; the beach a real pleasure and the warm sun toasted us perfectly and I was about to mention sunburn when Mum delved into her bag and handed me a tube of sun cream.

"Thought we might need this," she said, "Come on, you can do me first."

She lay down on her tummy on the lounger and slipped her shoulder straps off, then peeled her suit down to her waist while I squeezed some lotion onto my hand then waited while it warmed somewhat.

"Ready?" I asked and as Mum hummed her approval I began stroking the lotion down her shoulders and back.

It spread nicely and it wasn't long before I'd reached the limits of her exposure, so I stopped.

"What's up?" Mum asked so I explained.

"No problem," she said as she slid her costume even further, "You can do my bottom now then."

I was blushing mildly as I rubbed the lotion into her perfect globes, feeling my arousal rising steadily. I tried to think of other things but failed.

"You've finished, have you?" asked Mum, then she sat up, turned around and lay down on her back, "Ok, you can do my front now!"

Her lovely breasts seemed to fill out as they found the sunshine, seemingly rising and reaching out towards me, her nipples warm soft protrusions while the bunched up costume only just covered her pubes.

"Put it away!" I hissed but Mum just smiled.

"Why should I when she's got hers out – and her – and her!" she said as she directed my gaze.

And she was right – quite a few other women were bare to the waist – and more than one was entirely naked! I felt my cock begin to fill out as I admired the delicious flesh and then gaped open-mouthed as Mum slid her costume right off too.

"Might as well join in," she said, "Anyway no way do I want to get lotion all over my nice new costume."

She lay back and held up the tube of lotion to me and quickly understanding that we were here to enjoy ourselves I squirted some more cream into my hands and reached down to Mum's lovely breasts. She thrust her breasts up at my hands, arching her back deliciously as I stroked the creamy stuff all over her warm, sleek and soft skin.

"Ohhh lovely," moaned Mum, "Ohh, you could do that all day!"

"Ahh – not if you do that!" I exclaimed with a start, because Mum's hand had found and was now holding my penis through my shorts.

"Tit for tat!" she said, "Anyway, you're making me horny with your lovely touch!"

"What, again!" I exclaimed, "You're insatiable!"

"Only insatiable for you darling," said Mum softly as her fingers curled around my hardened penis, "Come on, get your togs off too – we're going to have some fun soon!"

"I can't!" I gasped, shocked that Mum wanted us both naked in public but once again she pointed to one side.

"Why ever not?" she said, "They're at it already – isn't that the kind of thing we've come for!"

My eyes bugged out as I glanced around now. To one side of us a young couple were energetically fucking, doggy style and as I cast my eyes around further I spotted several other pairs hard at it in various poses. I had no excuses left but to get some pleasure too but instead of pausing to remove my shorts, all I had to do was to stay still then lift each leg in turn because Mum's hands were busy stripping me until we were as naked as the others.

"Ohh darling, your cock looks so good out here!" said Mum as she caressed my stiff flesh, "And it's going to feel so perfect once it's inside me."





"Do you want any more cream on you?" I asked but Mum shook her head.

She grabbed the tube, squirted some onto her own tummy and quickly spread it up and down over her thighs and torso, then lay back again on the lounger, her legs hanging on each side.

"The only cream I really want is yours!" she breathed as she pointed at her freely exposed pussy, "I want it up inside me and I want it all over me too!"

She pulled me by the cock towards her and emboldened by her eagerness I was quickly between her widespread legs as she lay back. It was a little bit precarious to be kneeling on the lounger but Mum's legs steadied us and I worried no longer.

"Yessss!" Mum hissed as I adjusted myself until my erection was poised just above her opening, "Come on darling, give it to me!"

There were cries of pleasure now rising from several sources around us and they hardened my desire and my cock and with my hand guiding me I plunged quickly in.

"Ohhh – yesss!" gasped Mum as I penetrated her, "Oooh, thank heavens I was nice and wet inside!"

She had indeed been wonderfully wet, I immediately discovered. As soon as my penis had pressed her lips apart, pushing them inwards as I drove into her, I'd found her lubricating juices copiously filling her pussy and bathing my cock. Any resistance immediately ceased and my cock almost instantly slid right inside her, deep into my mother's wonderful hole.

"Beast!" she said, but there was no malice in her voice or her face and the fact that her body was responding eagerly to my movements told me that she'd enjoyed that sudden thrust.

"It's your fault," I said as I thrust my cock deeply and steadily into her, "Beast – animal – whatever; you make me like this!"

"Stallion – bull, I don't care!" replied Mum, as she tightened her vagina round my cock, "But animal or not, the only pussy we need around here is the one you're inside!"

It was a happy fuck; we enjoyed every moment as we showed off our moves to the others nearby; as we let the warmth of the sun and our love surround us; as we gradually brought one another towards our climaxes. Because we were so aroused it was never going to be a long fuck but it was good, thrilling and a pleasurable release and despite the relatively brief activity it seemed that Mum reached several exciting, twitching, gasping climaxes before I felt my own orgasm rising.

I began to move faster and to drive my cock in and out faster, my strokes less deep now and Mum recognised the signs.

"Come on then, let it go!" she gasped, her own hips moving faster too, "Fill me – finish me off too!"

"Soon!" I gasped as I began to lose tight control of my movements, "Ohhh Mum – Paula – here it cums...any minute now!"

"Do it – fuck me – fill me!" gasped Mum as we rutted hard and fast now, "Ohhhh, let it rip darling!"

Then I lost control altogether as my hips drove my penis hard and deep into my mother's vagina and blasted a strong load of cum into her – I felt the sensation of my spunk seeming to stretch my penis, then bathing my overheated knob in it's soothing wetness.

"Ahhhh!" I gasped as another spasm unloaded another cockful of cum, "Ohh, yeahhh!"

Amid all of our excitement I remembered that Mum had wanted my cum on her as well and with an impulsive move I hauled my cock from her pussy and sprayed two long ribbons of glistening white cum right up her body. Having anointed her I thrust my cock back into her convulsing pussy to finish off what I'd started.

Mum had gasped as I'd withdrawn my cock but now she cried out loudly as she climaxed; her hands tearing at my arms, her legs trembling and shaking wildly, her mouth frantically seeking mine. We kissed deeply, our lips slippery and wet and passionate, our tongues busy everywhere, then we parted to draw breaths as our passion unwound.

My Mum looked wonderful as she lay back and relaxed. Her face was a bit red but her smile was lovely; her hair was dishevelled but beautifully while her nipples stood proudly atop her breasts, breasts that thanks to her firm body remained remarkably upright. Her thighs, abdomen and torso were glistening with assorted juices, as was my groin and her splattered breasts rose and fell as she drew deep breaths until finally she'd recovered sufficiently to look at me.

"You're getting so good at that," she said softly, "You make me cum so easily, so strongly."

Her eyes were full of love and happiness as she spoke.

"It's just the way you respond to me," I answered, pushing my cock in and out of her wet hole, "It's only this thing going in and out, in and out."

"But it's the way you do it darling," said Mum as her vagina squeezed my penis, "Ohhh, I could do that all over again!"

"Not yet you don't!" I said, feeling my penis beginning to soften, "We ought to clean up a bit anyway."

"Oh! Towel then please," said Mum, waving one hand around and I reached down and lifted one up to her.

"Ta," she said as she pressed it around my cock, "Out you come."

I swear there was a kind of sticky oozing sound at the moment my cock slid from her pussy and Mum giggled sexily.

"You don't half fill me up," she said as she swabbed her pussy and watched me as I dried my penis, "Every time – makes me wonder how you makes so much."

"Good food – good living I guess," I said, "And now some good exercise. Fancy coming for a swim?"

I pulled Mum upright and we embraced fondly and with a loving kiss, then held hands as we sauntered over the hot sand to the water but although the air was warm, the sea was still quite chilly so after we'd had a dip and a quick swim we headed back towards the refreshment kiosk for some more drinks and then back to our towels and loungers.

"Hey, we're naked!" said Mum rather belatedly, "I've never walked across a beach in the nude before, especially with other people around."

"Me neither but there's a first time for everything I guess," I said, "Anyway, it's not as if we're the only ones undressed."

Indeed, now that the afternoon had progressed somewhat more and more people were naked and a fair number of them were busy in various sexual activities. The open displays began to make me aroused again and it wasn't long before my penis stood once more, proudly showing my masculinity but I was just one of many with erections.

"Makes me a bit shy, to be honest," said Mum as we settled down again, "All this lovely sex everywhere. Makes me horny too, just like you."

"Huh – you, shy?" I asked with a wink.

Her hand slid down over her pussy but she dragged it away again quickly.

"Ohhh, no, you said I mustn't!" she hissed, "I'll be wanting to do it all over again!"

"That was earlier when I said that," I asked as I held my erection up towards her, "But I'm ready now if you are!"

"Do you think we could?" breathed Mum excitedly, "Doggy style so they can see us better!"

In a moment or two she was on her knees on the towel, wiggling her arse around in an eager display of wanton sexuality and I had no choice but to join in.

"A quick one then?" I asked, indicating my intent, "Hard and fast eh?"

"Ohhh yess," said Mum as she pushed her arse and eager pussy towards me, "Oh God, put it in right now darling, I'm going to cum the moment you poke it in me!"

Her delicious rump was a glorious sight as I lined myself up; her cheeks wonderfully rounded, her little crinkled arsehole brown and inviting, the lips of her eager pussy split and glistening with signs of her arousal. I used my hand to guide my cock into her slippery pussy, gathering glistening gelid juices on my knob, then I pressed my cock into her hole.

"Yesss!" hissed Mum as I slid deliciously into her vagina, "Ohh, ohh, oh Chris, I'm cumming – oh my God, I'm cumming!"

True to her word she began to climax at once, her whole body shuddering and shaking powerfully while cries of abandonment filled the air around her. Inside her the muscles of her vagina rippled amazingly up and down my cock, variously squeezing, sucking and pulling at me somehow. Every so often an extra strong convulsion shook her and her internal workings crushed my penis but her extreme arousal at least made her as wet as any swamp and I was still able to move my cock in and out of her delightful pussy. Such was my own excitement however that I could feel my own orgasm rising quickly.

The additional stimulation was compounded as I looked around and realised that many couples had paused their own love-making to watch us and I patted Mum's side to catch her attention.

"Oh no, they mustn't watch!" she exclaimed, "Oh Chris, keep going, I'm going to cum again – I can feel it!"

Instead of causing her to freeze, the attention was actually lifting her arousal even higher and with loud screams of frantic pleasure Mum powered into a wild and very wanton orgasm, her body writhing and twisting under me. The excitement of her powerful orgasm was more than enough to drive me to mine and now it was my turn to go mad.

"Gonna cum, Mum," I said urgently as I slammed my cock into her vagina time and time again, "Ohhh yess, gonna cum any moment now!"

My thighs slapped noisily against her buttocks as I thrust wildly and quickly, my hands pulling Mum's hips against me.

"Yes darling, fuck me, fill me, do it!" yelled Mum, still squirming in the throes of her own climax.

"Yes, yess, yesss!" I grunted as I powered into a final crescendo of action, "Ohhh fuck – here it cums!"

Then it was my turn to explode as what felt like torrents of cum squirted from my penis. In moments it was overflowing from Mum's hole and slippery wet strands of cum began sliding back and down over my balls, to drip onto the towel beneath us.

A couple more deep thrusts and I was done – emptied and exhausted...at least for a little while, at which point I now heard clapping and cheering from those around us. I felt my cheeks glowing and not from the sun but from the attention because like Mum I was unused to having an audience. Having people around us as we made love was shocking and yet it had been a stimulation too, but now I felt really embarrassed.

"Nice one!" someone yelled out while someone else called out, "Now that's what I call a fuck!"

I managed to wave acknowledgement of their approval but as Mum knelt more upright she gasped.

"I didn't realise there were so many people watching," she said, as she reached round behind herself to hold me against her.

"Not to worry," I said, "At least you're worth looking at!"

"I don't know!" said Mum, shaking her head, "The things you make me do!"

"Hah!" I answered, "I think it was you who wanted me to do it. Was it good, by the way?"

"Brilliant!" said Mum, "Super! Such a good orgasm; so strong and so quick."

With a quick twist Mum pulled herself from my cock and turned around, now plastering herself against my front and against my sticky half-roused penis. I felt her pubic mound pressing against my cock but the feeling was quickly submerged as her warm belly and firm breasts squashed against me too. And then we were kissing, our lips slippery and excited, warm and loving while our tongues explored each other's mouths. Our embrace went on for long seconds before Mum pushed me away suddenly.

"No more," she panted, "You'll get me going again if you're not careful!"

"I thought you were embarrassed about doing it out here?" I asked but Mum smiled back.

"I don't care if I am now," she said as she kissed me again, "Just so long as I've got your wonderful cock to keep me company."

We shared a towel as we dried off, then we both lay back in the sun to recover and to top up our tans. Every so often our hands would find each other and we'd play together, intertwining our fingers, stroking our palms, teasing and loving. Then I realised what else was missing – something to drink. We'd finished our drinks ages ago so now I rose and sauntered to the refreshment tent and soon returned with long cool drinks for us both, then we settled quietly – and ended up watching several other couples as they screwed themselves silly.

"I didn't realise this was going to be a sex club break," said Mum conversationally, "I certainly had no idea that your boss thought that way."

"I'm not sure he did," I answered, as we lay there naked together, "But then again he never does anything without good reason and without good planning."

"It definitely makes me so pleased that you won the competition," said Mum as she stroked my chest, "What a way to bring us together."

"I wonder if we'd ever have come together the way we have?" I mused and Mum laughed.

"You'd have been too shy – just as well my old swim suit didn't fit," she said as she tweaked my nipple playfully.

I thought about doing the same to her but I knew that we'd only start all over again so I changed my mind; we both deserved a bit of a rest.

The afternoon drifted along easily now and by the time the evening was arriving and our bellies were beginning to rumble we were glowing from the rays of the sun and we gratefully climbed onto one of the beach buggies for the ride back to the hotel.

Back in our rooms we showered and applied after-sun lotion then dressed for dinner. Casual wear was the order of the day but even so Mum looked absolutely radiant and perfect, not to mention very sexy. I even suggested that we ask for room service so we could enjoy more time in bed together but Mum batted the idea away.

"Don't you want to be seen with me?" she said lasciviously and with a wink, "Or are you scared I'll find another man?"

"No, I just want to have as much time as possible to be able to make love to you," I said, feeling my penis moving as my arousal stirred within me, "You're so bloody gorgeous Mum!"

"You're not so bad yourself," she said as she rubbed herself against me sexily, "But come on, I want to get something inside me."

"Like my cock?" I whispered in her ear, but Mum merely chuckled and ignored my desires.

The food was quite as delicious as we could ever want and while we were free to come back for 'seconds' we both felt that moderation was sensible and that applied to alcohol too, so we loitered over our meal then we enjoyed a floor show but eventually we'd had enough.

It didn't help that Mum's foot was sliding up and down my leg as we ate and then, after we rearranged the chairs it was her hand that kept stroking me.

"Stop it," I hissed under my breath, "You're making me horny."

It was the wrong thing to say because Mum's hand immediately moved until she found my penis, and she now rubbed her fingers up and down my length.

"So you are," she said as she squeezed my already stiff penis, "I know what I'm having for afters then!"

I ignored her comment as I tried to concentrate on the entertainment but it was obvious that Mum was ready for some action so I took hold of her hand and held it firmly as it caressed my cock.

"You want some of this, do you?" I asked teasingly and Mum nodded enthusiastically.

"Of course I do," she breathed, her voice warm and needy, "I can hardly wait!"

A few minutes later and we were back in our rooms with Mum already busy unzipping her dress. A moment or two later and she was standing there in her matching bra and knickers with self-supporting stockings and nothing else except a smile. I took my time instead, wanting to tease her somewhat and by the time I'd taken my shoes, trousers and shirt off Mum had already had a quick wash and brush up and was waiting, sitting on the bed.

"I guess we're not going to sleep right now, so do you want a drink?" I asked but Mum was in urgent need of my cock.

"Go on then, yes please dear," she answered, "But hurry up, for heaven's sake!"

Her hand was cupping her pussy as I looked at her so she was obviously priming herself for some action. I shook my head as I wondered just how frustrated she must have been over the past few years...

I opened the little fridge to see if there was any wine left and discovered instead a full bottle of bubbly that hadn't been there before.

'Compliments of the management', said a little label and I showed it to Mum.

"Ohh goody, how nice of them!" she exclaimed, "You'd better open it though, after last time!"

Gosh – it had been almost a month ago when Mum had opened a bottle of bubbly and knocked herself out – an action that had set us firmly on the road to incest.

I smiled inside as I remembered, smiled all over as the cork popped off and then laughed happily as I carried the glasses to the bed.

"Cheers darling," said Mum as she raised her glass, "What are you laughing about?"

"Just thinking back; if it hadn't been for this prize I'd never have bought that champagne and we might never have ended up in bed together," I said, "And speaking of that, what are we wearing to bed tonight?"

"Nothing!" said Mum as she emptied her glass and put it down, "Absolutely nothing except a big smile!"

With that she stood up and inside a few moments she was naked, beckoning me to her side. I dropped my underpants and stepped towards her, my already poker-stiff cock leading the way and Mum dropped her hands to reach for it.

"Ohhh yes," I hissed as her hands closed around my penis, "Oooh Mum!"

I was about to explore her body when Mum dropped slowly to her knees, her delicious body sliding down mine and a few seconds later she was sliding my cock into her mouth, slurping loudly as she did so.

She sucked me ardently for a while then pulled my cock from her mouth and looked up at me, wiping her lips with her tongue.

"I've been waiting for this," she said, "I've practically been drooling!"

With that she pulled my cock back into her mouth where her frantic tongue began to explore my knob.

"Ahhh!" I gasped as she applied strong suction, "Bloody hell Mum, that's lovely!"

"Mmmmm!" agreed Mum as she worked me over, her hand, her lips and her tongue all busy.

"Oooo!" I gasped, "Ahhhh Mum!"

She was already an expert at stimulating me and even more expert at bringing me to a plateau...and holding me there for ages but today she seemed eager for me to reach my climax.

"Ohhhh Mum! Ohhh fuck, you're good," I sighed as she thrilled me, "I'll cum so quickly if you keep doing that!"

With her hand still working on me Mum pulled away and looked up at me.

"Yes darling, that's what I want," she said, "I want a mouthful of that lovely stuff, a big mouthful!"

She returned my cock to it's rightful place and I bent down to stroke her lovely breasts, discovering immediately that her delicious nipples were roused and stiff too. I tweaked each of them, rolling the extended flesh between my fingers while my fingertips rippled over the crinkled skin of her aureoles.

"Stop it!" said Mum around a mouthful of stiff cock, "I'm horny enough as it is!"

I chuckled at her words and continued with my actions but doing so gave me wonderful feedback – additional stimulation to go with Mum's attention to my cock. The result was delivered tenfold to my orgasmic core and unintentionally I thrust my hips forward, driving my cock deep into Mum's mouth but instead of complaining, all Mum did was to pull me even closer until her lips met the root of my cock and the additional stimulation as my knob slid down her tight gullet was too much for me.

"Ahhhh!" I grunted as my buttocks clenched tight and my hips thrust one more time, "Ohh Mum – gonna cum!"

She pulled away until just the tip of my cock was between her lips and held it there as a huge gusher of cum burst from my penis. Most of it squirted into her mouth but such was the pressure of my blast that a fair bit also hit her lips and sprayed everywhere.

She pulled away further and my next squirt shot up her face, splattering one side from her mouth to her hair – the third eruption followed the same path, then she guided my penis downwards so that the remainder of my orgasm splattered over her breasts – then she let go of my penis and smiled up at me.





"Was that good?" she asked before swallowing the contents of her mouth, "I loved it, it was super tasty!"

"Bloody hell Mum, " I panted as I shook the last of my cum over her speckled breasts, "You're damn good you know."

"I'm still a bit out of practice darling," she said as she collected and swallowed the big globs of cum from her face, "But that's cooled you down somewhat – you'll last longer now."

"Your turn is it?" I asked, "So what do you want?"

"You – all of you!" she answered as she stood up and plastered herself against me, "Horizontally of course!"

We clung together for a while with Mum's sticky, sexy lips exploring mine ardently, her equally sticky tits rubbing firmly over my chest and her cushiony pubic mound re-arousing my cock until she pushed us apart and took my hand.

"Come on darling, on the bed," she said, "Give me a good working over."

I was more than eager to do just that because I really did want to worship my darling lover-mother completely and utterly. She was without a doubt the very best thing that had ever happened to me; her loving skills easily surpassing those of my few girlfriends and I knew I'd have no problems with having her as my partner for life. I already loved my Mum with a child's natural feelings and now I was able to love her as an adult, in very adult ways!

As soon as Mum was settled on the bed I went and knelt between her legs, then I lifted one of her legs until her foot was close to me. I bent and kissed her toes, one by one – then sucked her big toe into my mouth, twisting and turning my tongue around it's creases and bends.

Mum sighed and gasped as I explored, sucking in her breath occasionally as I found especially erotic places, and gasping as I worked my way from her toes to her ankle. She let out a slow moan as I placed her foot back down but then gasped anew as I started on her other foot.

Already she had a hand pressed over her pussy, quite obviously feeling well aroused horny. I smiled as I worked on her foot and then, having given both feet a good share of my time I slowly began moving up her firm calves, this time using my hands more than my lips but on reaching her knees I bent down and by lifting her legs high and turning my head I was able to tease the erogenous areas at the back of her knees, an action that caused Mum to moan loudly and to vibrate her hand hard against her pussy.

"Turning you on, am I?" I asked playfully, delighting in getting my own back, "Going to cum for me then?"

"Soon," she breathed, her voice stuttering with emotion and excitement, "Ohhh darling, the moment you reach my clit I'll explode – I know I will!"

I began kissing my way up one deliciously firm, smooth and scented thigh and as I neared her groin Mum removed her hand, revealing her very wet and excited pussy to me. I lifted my head and blew on her heated pussy, an action that brought forth a gasp of pleasure, then I moved away to leave Mum hanging there, waiting for me and returned to her other knee which I explored with my tongue.

Her hand came and held my hair but I resisted her pull – this seduction tonight would be at my pace, not hers, however desperate she was.

Unable to tease her for too long however I began working my way up the inner skin of her other thigh and Mum obviously realised that, with no other impediment, my next stop would be her pussy itself.

"Hurry up darling!" she hissed, her breathing quick and shallow, "I'm frantic up here!"

"I'm coming," I said, my breath on her thigh making her squirm even more, "Be patient."

"I can't – I need you!" she gasped, "I want to feel you inside me, right inside."

"I'll be there soon," I added, "There's just this last few inches of you I want to explore."

I was almost as worked up as Mum was, to be honest. My penis had been rubbing against the soft sheet for ages it seemed and as I glanced down between my legs I could see that I was leaving a damp trail up the bed as I moved. Not only that, the friction was arousing me considerably and if I wasn't careful I'd waste a load of cum on the bed. It was just as well that Mum's blow job had taken the edge off my desire but I still needed to get busy – there was only so much stimulation a cock could take!

I was within reach of her pussy now and I moved my hands so that they rested on her abdomen, where I let my fingers palpate her body, reaching through her flesh to titivate her ovaries themselves. It was hard to make out their existence but Mum could feel the pressure of my fingers on her sensitive organs and now discovered that I'd found yet another erogenous zone.

"Darling, darling stop it , stop it!" she panted, her hips and abdomen squirming deliciously, "It's too nice!"

I chuckled inwardly, knowing that her words weren't really aimed at putting me off. I knew too that my efforts weren't in vain and knew that Mum would in all probability now have an orgasm even before I touched her clit or penetrated her with my cock.

This was going to be a proper work-up – an orgasm for all time!

I wriggled a little further up the bed now, until I was looking right down at her sweet pussy, spread out as it was. The combination of her fingers within her cleft and my lips and tongue on her limbs had already prepared her vaginal region for some seriously sexy activity and the sight before me was truly cock-inspiring. Her lips seemed to glow with a sheen of slippery juices and were swollen with a redness of blood. Her little clit stood proudly and stickily above her juice-filled crevice and her vaginal opening appeared both visibly ready for action and filled with her slippery sexy gelid secretions. If she wasn't ready to explode into orgasm now, she never would be!

I decided to put her out of her misery because a good orgasm wouldn't do any harm however much I wanted Mum to be kept on tenterhooks – what was more important to me now was that she was satisfied.

I looked up at Mum's face, noting that she was motionless with her mouth open as she anticipated my next move.

"Here I come," I said as I took a deep breath, "Get ready!"

With open mouth and my tongue held back I dropped my head and clamped my lips over her clit.

"Ahhhh!" Mum gasped loudly at that instant, "Oh darling, oh God yesss!"

And even before I'd begun to stroke her clit with my tongue she was off on a frantic orgasmic ride, her body bucking and twisting, jerking and shuddering furiously.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Oh Chrisssss!" she cried as her hands mashed my face down onto her body, "Don't stop – please don't stop!"

Hell, I'd hardly started and I now applied some suction to my lips as they tightened around her clit. It seemed to tremble in my mouth and when I sucked harder and swiped my tongue over her flesh Mum's body bucked frantically once again and her fingers dug into my head.

"Ahhh, oh darling!" she cried, "It's wonderful! It's super! Oh darling, keep going, yesss, yesss, keep going!"

I held her clit more lightly now but instead I made my tongue harder as I swirled it around her clit, pushing her little mound from one side to the other and back. Every so often I sucked or blew on it instead and with each new action Mum gasped and shook and set off on another climactic escapade but eventually I took pity on her and lifted away, to watch her body as it unwound from it's non-stop orgasms. Shudders and spasms rolled like aftershocks through her body and it took a minute or more before her body finally relaxed sufficiently for Mum to return to the world of now and of reality.

"Ohhh darling!" she gasped, her voice very quivery, "I thought I'd never stop cumming, it just wouldn't stop."

"You always cum well the first time," I answered as I stroked her flanks tenderly, "Not that your orgasms are any less exciting afterwards for that matter. Was it good?"

"You don't know how good," she said, her face beaming with happiness, "It was absolutely fantastic – but you're not finished yet, are you?"

"I've hardly started!" I exclaimed happily, "I haven't even used this thing!"

I lifted my body high enough for Mum to be able to see my erection as it swung below me, my foreskin pulled well back, my knob positively glowing with arousal. There was a small drip at the tip as well and I shook my cock around until the drip flew off, leaving an extended thread of sticky fluid hanging from my penis that I eventually swiped off against the sheet.

"I know you haven't, sweetheart but I want it," said Mum, pleadingly, "I want to be filled."

I settled again with my mouth poised above Mum's pussy but she pushed me away.

"No, no darling, please use your lovely cock now," she said, her hands reaching out for my penis, "Put it in me, please!"

I relented. My taste buds were already laden with Mum's sweet essences and to gather more would simply be greedy. Not only that, my cock was raring to be put to use, tingling with anticipation and eagerness. I was going to need to exercise a fair degree of self-control if I was to last more than a few minutes despite her earlier care.

"Ok Mum, how do you want it?" I asked.

"I don't care – just put the damn thing in me! Slowly to start then let it go!" she answered, "I know you won't last long this time."

"You know me so well," I chuckled as I settled myself comfortably, "Ok, I'll try to do that."

"Ahhh!" gasped Mum as my sticky end met her even stickier pussy, "At last!"

I slid my knob up and down her wet slit until I was satisfied that my cock was nicely lubricated, then I aimed it at her little vaginal opening and pushed downwards.

"Ooooooh, that's what I needed!" she breathed as I slid smoothly inside her, "Oh that's lovely, darling!"

It was lovely, I had to agree – that deliciously exciting feeling of living, pulsating flesh being all around your cock was the epitome of pleasure and a thrill that never ceased to amaze me. The thrill was still new enough to me to drive me up the wall; to be a pleasure that I found I needed more and more.

I slowly drove my penis into Mum's welcoming until I felt our bodies meet and my pubes pressed firmly against her lips. I bent down and kissed Mum's other welcoming lips and our tongues intertwined sensually but the delicious sensation only enhanced my arousal and I had to pull away quickly to avoid blowing my load instantly.

"Fuuuuck!" I gasped, as I regained control of my senses, "Ooh sorry Mum – it was almost too much!"

"Not a problem," she answered, "We're fucking – simple! It was the right word."

"Ohh yeah, we definitely are," I said as I started to move my cock in and out of her slippery vagina, "I'd better do some work then!"

What I meant was that if I just let my cock bathe in Mum's wonderfully active hole she'd bring me off without me doing anything much else. I needed to become more active if only to take my mind off the pleasure.

I pushed hard into her, eliciting a grunt from us both, then I settled to a steadier action of nice long slow strokes.

"Wonderful!" breathed Mum as her hands stroked my hips, guiding me up and down at her speed, "I can feel every little vein on you, all the ridges and even feel the shape of your knob."

I knew she could – because I could feel the way her tight vaginal walls were holding my penis, her internal muscles gripping me, stroking me, arousing me but I didn't really have time to talk.

Already my orgasm was rising within me as evidenced by sudden unintentional spasms and jerks of my hips and Mum knew exactly how close I was to climaxing.

"Faster, faster," she implored, her hands guiding me again, ""I'll try and cum with you."

I really had no option but to move faster; my internal orgasmic guidance system was setting my pace for me, jerking my hips and my cock to gain further feedback.

"Ohh, it's coming," I panted as I worked my hips and my cock harder and faster, "Getting there, getting there!"

"Let it go darling," panted Mum, "You'll send me over the top any moment now!"

"Won't be able to stop," I said breathlessly as my cock hammered in and out of her squelchy wet hole, "Very close now!"

"Come on then – cum for me, cum for me!" gasped Mum as her nails clawed at my back, "I'm right with you!"

The rapidly rising crescendo of action was unstoppable now and Mum was well aware.

"Yes, yes!" she gasped urgently, "I'm cumming darling – I'm cumming!"

Then so was I – my hips froze for a second then powered my penis deep into Mum's cavity, spewing copious quantities of spunk into her, time and time again.

"Ahhhh!" I cried as I erupted with uncontrollable power, "Ooh Mum, ooh Mum, ooh fuck!"

I felt as if I was turning inside out; as if the entire contents of my body were being emptied through the little hole in my cock and Mum felt it too.

"You're flooding me!" she panted, "So much – I can feel it inside me!"

It had all happened quickly though; my orgasm had arrived fast, my eruptions were sudden and my depletion was complete. Suddenly I was an empty shell, bereft of energy and spunk although I still managed to move my penis in and out to some extent but my orgasm had been profound and strong – and powerfully quick.

Mum too seemed to have become exhausted for a moment or two although now she opened her eyes and smiled broadly at me.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" she asked, and I nodded eagerly.

"So did I!" she added, "Quick and delicious and so satisfying!"

"Like a five star meal that was full of wonderful tasty recipes," I added and Mum winked at me.

"Are you full then?" asked Mum and I shook my head.

"Almost, but not quite," I said, continuing the dining theme of our conversation, "Room for just a little bit more!"

"Ohh goody!" said Mum as she patted her abdomen just above her pussy, "Come and finish your meal then!"

For a second or two I know that I looked aghast at the idea but then I remonstrated with myself. If I could eat my own cum, which I often did when I jerked off and also loved the taste of Mum's pussy then why not combine the two?

"Yeah, love to!" I answered as I rearranged myself, slipping my cock from her hole amid a flood of our juices.

"Oh darling, oh yuck!" husked Mum, as she bent over and peered at her pussy, "Look at it all – there's so much! It's getting everywhere – hurry up!"

A veritable tidal wave of our combined juices had indeed leaked and was still leaking from her vagina and suddenly I could hardly wait to get down there and enjoy it.

Mum was watching me, her mouth slightly open as she awaited my touch and, not wanting to disappoint her I lowered my mouth to her flooded hole. She gasped loudly and her body jerked, then her hands settled on the back of my head, grinding my face into her pussy.

"Darling – oh yess!" she gasped, "Lovely, don't stop!"

But I did, lifting my wetted face from her pussy to glance up at her face over her slightly rounded belly and the twin mounds of her breasts.

I breathed in deeply, inhaling the erotic scents of our love-making; the strong oceanic smell of cum and the hot tangy smell of Mum's own juices. They blended wonderfully with the perfume that Mum must have used, a warm oriental musky scent and I was immediately captivated and aroused again. I felt my tired penis gathering strength once again as it rubbed against the bed sheet as the heady mixture of scents filled my olfactory organs.

"Get back there, please!" urged Mum, "Don't leave me hanging!"

I smiled happily, knowing that Mum was enjoying every moment and now I stretched my tongue out and began lapping up our juices again. Immediately I felt a sudden spasm reach my groin as I absorbed the wonderful cocktail and with renewed desire I found myself vacuuming up every trace of our love-making, my tongue ardently searching for spilled nectar.

Mum too was far from idle. I could feel her body moving as she pushed her sticky pussy against my face, a face held firmly in place by her hands. Her legs had lifted too so that her quivering thighs were against the sides of my head and it was all I could do to breathe for a little while, then Mum relented.

"Sorry darling," she breathed as her grip on my head eased, "That was nice, so nice that I couldn't help it."

"Mmmm," I agreed as I licked my lips and breathed deeply, "Was, wasn't it?"

"More?" she asked, her hands applying pressure to my head again, "Bit more – just bring me off and that'll do me for now."

Happily now I reengaged my lips with her pussy, then slid my tongue down into the still slippery crevice, quickly finding her vaginal entrance. I pushed my tongue into her oozing hole and sucked more of our juices out causing Mum to gasp anew and to hump her pussy up at me, grinding herself against my mouth.

"Oh God yess!" she cried happily, "Ooooh darling, you're so good, but now come and work on my clit!"

"I thought you'd have had enough by now," I asked, but Mum shook her head quickly.

"You're joking darling," she said, "I don't know what you've done but I can't stop wanting you! Come on lover, come back here!"

She reached her hands to her pussy and held her lips apart to display her clit.

"Here lover," she said as she thrust her clit up at me, "Your lips, here!"

I found myself chuckling as I heard her request, chuckling because she was so exuberant about sex now – so rejuvenated and happy to enjoy our relationship and I wasn't about to let her down.

In seconds I had the elevated button of her sensory flesh between my lips, tightening my lips around her clit to suck and masticate it and to absorb the texture of that excitable little erection.

Mum was immediately into powerful spasms of pleasure that sent her body squirming and rolling around until I had to hold her hips still or be thrown from her pussy.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" she gasped, her voice squeaky with emotion, "Keep going, please, please don't stop!"

Already she was on the verge of her orgasm and no way was it going to be a little spark, a cheap firework – no, this was to be an orgasm to remember, I hoped.

I brought one hand into play and slid my ring finger into her hole, which immediately tightened around it as more delicious spasms rocked her panting, writhing body and now I began attacking her sex organs on two levels at once.

Her gasps and cries continued unabated and as Mum's arousal rose so her body gave off waves of delicious fragrances, scents of perfume and of sex, of lust and pleasure. They surrounded me and became absorbed as I breathed, to the extent that even my un-needed penis began to stiffen once again. He'd had his fun for the night though – we'd need some rest after this but I hadn't quite finished with Mum.

With my other hand I reached up her body and located her breast where I quickly found her nipple once again. I pinched it firmly just as I began thrusting my finger repeatedly into her vagina and sucked hard on her clit and Mum's body nearly left the bed as she arched her back in ecstasy.

"Ahhhh darling," she cried, "You're going to make me cum, you're making me cum!"

"Hope so!" I said as I lifted my head from her groin for a moment, "Enjoy it!"

Another series of finger thrusts into her vagina, a quick squeeze of her nipple and a fast assault on her clit was more than enough and with a shrill scream of exultation, a cry of passion and moans of sexual delight that only made me work even harder to excite her, she topped out.

"No – no – can't stop!" she cried, her body thrashing around madly, "Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!"

Even as she lost control of her senses I found that she was still in control of her body as her hands squashed my face into her pussy, driving my nose against her clit and my mouth deep between her wet-again pussy lips. I stuck my tongue out and lapped at her copious juices and Mum cried out again and her body jerked upwards, her back arching, her pussy thrusting against my mouth. As she did so there was a sudden gush of wetness that sprayed everywhere, then another, both accompanied by wails of excitement and more cries of pleasure – and then she was pushing me away and out of contact with her sexual parts.





"No more, oh God, no more!" she gasped and truthfully I too needed a break.

My face was drenched with her juices, her female juices that had squirted from her. I wiped it from my eyes and nose and knew that she'd just ejaculated madly – blasted me with her cum!

"I'm so sorry darling!" Mum said as she lifted her body more upright, "You're soaked!"

"It's ok Mum, it was fantastic!" I said as I licked my lips, "That was so unexpected – that's twice you've done it now!"

"It doesn't happen very often," said Mum more calmly now, "Last week and now tonight though – I think you've found the way to get my body to do it. It's amazing – no, you're amazing!

"It's so exciting," I answered, feeling a glow of contentment, "You know it isn't nasty and I know it isn't piss because it doesn't sting my eyes and it's a sure sign you're enjoying yourself!"

"Too right!" she said happily, "Oh darling, I certainly enjoyed myself. You're getting to be quite good at making love to me, aren't you?"

I wormed my way up the bed until I could lay beside her, resting my arm on her breasts and finding her lips with mine. We kissed softly and contentedly while my erect penis rubbed against her hip until Mum's hand found it.

"You're still hard," she said and I hummed my reply.

"Do you want some more?" asked Mum as she stroked my cock languidly but I shook my head.

"No, it's ok," I said, "We've got all week, anyway, haven't you had enough yet?"

"I think I have actually," said Mum with a chuckle, "We could always try though..."

It had to be quite late by now and it seemed silly to try to overdo things just for the heck of it so I declined her offer.

"No Mum, let's leave it for now," I said, "And more importantly, let's use the other bed now – this one's just a bit damp!"

I could feel there was a waterproof mattress protector in place so the bed wouldn't be damaged if we just left the juices to dry so I pulled Mum up off the bed and we moved to the other one, finding it to be pleasantly cool and wonderfully dry.

"That's better," I said as we settled down, "Now, let's get some sleep."

"Quick shower first?" asked Mum but I held her down, the soft and sensual bedding already soothing me.

"No – you know what'll happen if we shower!" I answered, "We'll have one first thing – I don't mind if you pong a little bit tonight!"

Mum's hand squeezed my cock hard but she laughed as well.

"You do too," she said as she stroked my penis once again, "But I'll let you off."

I was too tired to care and almost too tired to answer as the comfy bed applied it's soporific effects to my brain and my body but I did manage a mumbled and quiet response.

"Good night my lover," I muttered and was given a kiss on the end of my nose in exchange.

It was time to sleep.

I woke relaxed and refreshed as the light of the early sun flittered though the leaves of a tree outside our window but it was something else that woke me. The sensation of a mouth on my cock and I immediately knew what was happening.

Mum was there, her warm breasts squashing against my thigh as she moved up and down, her hair hiding most of the action. I didn't need to see to know what was happening but Mum seemed to quickly become aware that I was awake and she lifted her head from my groin.

"Hello darling," she said softly, "I just fancied some breakfast in bed!"

I laughed as I reached out and stroked her cheek lovingly.

"How could you," I said, "I needed a shower first; I must have smelled terrible."

"How could you smell terrible?" Mum replied, "You smell all warm and musky – really sexy actually. And anyway, you were all hard and needy so I thought I'd make the most of your erection."

"Well, don't stop then!" I chided her with a chuckle, "Finish the job!"

Mum raised one hand as if to slap me, then changed her mind and ducked her head instead. Her warm, loving, pliable mouth immediately began working on my penis again, lifting my sense of arousal steadily. I lay back to enjoy the sensations, allowing my mind to concentrate on the delicious blow job.

Mum was undeniably good, however rusty she may have been and she applied a wicked combination of suction, adhesion, caresses and squeezes that soon sent my mind spinning.

"Ohhhhh!" I gasped with a shudder, "Bloody hell Mum, I'm almost there!"

"Mmmmm!" she hummed back but she didn't stop her actions at all and instead she brought her hand into play too, stroking my shaft steadily.

The pleasure was intensifying steadily now and I felt my body tense up as my hips lifted to thrust my cock forward.

"Come on then, do it!" said Mum through a mouthful of cock, "Just let it go!"

"Any minute!" I gasped as my hips began to shudder rapidly, "Nearly there!"

Suddenly Mum took her hand away and a moment or two later and her nose was pressed against my body and I felt my cock sliding deep into her throat.

"Ahhhh!" I gasped as the sensation became too much for me, "Here it cums!"

She lifted her head until only my knob was inside her mouth and used her tongue to thrill me – not that I needed any more encouragement to erupt.

"Yeahhh!" I grunted loudly as I felt the first jet of cum spurt into her mouth, "Ohh fuck, ohh fuck!"

I could hear Mum swallowing and felt her suctioning up my spunk and it wasn't until I'd stopped erupting that she lifted her head and then knelt upright.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled broadly.

"That was nice!" she said, an understatement if ever there was one, "Good and tasty!"

She smiled even more widely, then shuffled up the bed until she could lay beside me, her body draped against mine, her arm over my chest.

"Thank you darling," she said softly, "It's so wonderful to have a man again and even better that he's my own son. You make such a super lover."

"And you do too," I answered as I found her lips and kissed her.

We just kissed for a few minutes, with her tongue imparting the taste of my sperm and my cock and I felt my cock stirring gently as I enjoyed the very intimate moments.

But there was something more urgent now – I needed to empty my bladder.

"Sorry Mum, I don't want to spoil the moment but I do need a wee," I said and Mum quickly lifted her arm away.

"Oh darling, I wasn't thinking about you – of course you need a piss – go on, off you go," she said.

I climbed over her supine body and in a different mood I'd have lowered myself on top of her but right now water pressure was demanding an outcome. Soon I was relieving the build-up of urine and as I did so I saw Mum come into the bathroom too, still deliciously naked.

"Shower time," she said as she turned the water on, "You going to join me?"

"Yeah ok," I said as I shook off the last few drops, "Then breakfast eh?"

"Had mine!" said Mum with a grin, "Although I could do with some coffee as well."

I gently slapped her bare bum and she wriggled it at me wickedly, then backed towards me, bent over somewhat as she moved.

"Come on then," she said, as she held her arse cheeks apart, "You can have me!"

"What? Where, there?" I asked as I stared at her little brown arsehole, "You want me up there? You don't, surely you don't?"

"And why not?" said Mum as she looked over her shoulder, "Use some of that conditioner and take it easy – at first anyway."

She reached up and turned the water off again then bent over again and raised her arse.

Her dirty enthusiasm seemed to be reaching into my arousal centre and I immediately felt my cock beginning to rise again. One stroke of my fist, pulling my foreskin back as I did so was enough to bring my penis to another solid erection. I'm sure that my penile reaction was assisted by the unexpected idea of bum-fucking my mother, an idea that had never really entered my mind before.

"Are you sure?" I asked as I put my hand on Mum's lower back to hold her away from me, "It'll hurt, you know it. You don't have to."

"I do!" said Mum firmly, "I want you to have all of me, not just some of me – I want us to be completely at ease with each other."

Somehow the idea of anal sex was both incredibly exciting and very scary too – it wasn't something I was used to doing. In truth only one girlfriend had let me do it – and it was at her insistence just so she could experience it once, so I wasn't really acclimatized to that form of sex. On the other hand I often stuck a vibrator that I'd 'purloined' from a previous girlfriend in my arse as I jerked my cock and the extra dimension of excitement always set me off quickly. Perhaps Mum would enjoy it as much and with a real live cock the thrill might be that much greater.

Mum had remained bent over while I'd been thinking and my other hand had already reached the tube of conditioner that she had had pointed out so now I squeezed a worm of the creamy stuff onto my fingers and replaced the tube. I lowered my hand between Mum's cheeks and touched the cream and my fingers to her arsehole. She shuddered as the intimate touch shocked her but then pressed her arse back again.

"Push some inside," she hissed, "And put some on your cock too."

"It'll hurt when I put it in you," I warned her but she just sighed.

"Of course it'll hurt a bit," she said, "But the pain just makes everything more thrilling somehow – it's not a huge pain anyway and I know you'll take it easy darling."

"You've done it before?" I asked and Mum nodded.

"With your dad, early on," she said, still wriggling her arse in my direction, "Ages ago and it's your turn now."

I pressed my finger into her little opening, feeling the muscular flesh give way, then feeling the muscles tight around my finger. Mum squeezed hard then relaxed and I realised immediately just how exciting and excited she was. I slid my finger in and out a few times, probing around inside for a while before I withdrew it. I squeezed another blob of conditioner onto my rock hard cock and rubbed it all over and felt my erection throbbing as the moment drew nearer.

"Come on darling," said Mum impatiently, "I'm waiting."

I edged closer and closer until the tip of my cock pressed gently where my finger had been and as I did so I heard Mum breathe in deeply and felt her pushing backwards at me.

"Here it comes," I warned her as I applied more pressure.

Slowly my knob began to press her hole open and I felt the tension in her muscles as I stretched her arse.

"Relax," I offered, "I'm nearly there."

"I am," said Mum, her voice shuddering, "But you're quite big – don't give up though."

Then suddenly I was in; my knob suddenly reached the other side of her sphincter muscles and I had to hold myself stiffly to avoid driving my cock deep into her arse.

"Ahhhh!" gasped Mum, "Ohhh, that's better."

She looked round at me over her shoulder and smiled.

"It was just a matter of getting used to you," she said, "It was super when I did it with your dad – I hope you're as good as he was."

"With you, how could I not be good!" I exclaimed, "Let's get started then – ok if I push?"

"Yes darling, I'm all ready now," said Mum, "Make me feel good all through – drive that cock into me, fill me darling, fuck my arse!"

"Yeah!" I replied eagerly, "Definitely going to do that!"

Already I was beginning to enjoy this new form of fucking, enjoying the way her hole squeezed me so tightly. I found I could also enjoy her hanging breasts as I leaned over her, lifting their weight and gently squeezing her lovely nipples.

I pressed my cock slowly in, sliding through her sphincter steadily until I felt my body pressing against her rump. I was all the way inside my mother's arsehole, deep into her bowels.

"You still ok?" I asked again and Mum just hummed her reply and pressed her arse back at me harder.

I'd got the message so now I began to move in and out, sliding the full length of my shaft into her body then withdrawing until just the knob remained inside. Briefly I pulled entirely out of her, saw her cute arsehole pulsating and stretched open, then plunged my cock back inside, pushing the breath from Mum's lungs.

"Yesss!" she hissed, "That was good, do it again!"

I did, repeating my withdrawal and long deep thrust several times before I settled to fuck her arse more conventionally. It was easy to pick up a good rhythm, one that sent waves of pleasure deep into my own body, stirring my juices. I could already feel that it wasn't going to take me all that long to cum, but I drove on, steadily pounding away at her hole.

In the meanwhile I moved my hands from her tits to her pussy, discovering one of her hands to be already there. She moved it aside as I began to stroke her clit and then her hand came and rested on mine to guide me to her favoured places, to press me more firmly against her flesh.

The combination of sensations was raising my level of arousal and I now discovered that I was pumping her arse faster and faster while sweat was beginning to break out on my forehead. I shook my head to dispel some of the annoying droplets but instead of letting my sweat become an issue I found my attention diverted back to Mum.

"Ohh darling, I'm getting there, oh Chris, keep going," she breathed, her arse moving around in thrusting squirming circles, "This is lovely, it's perfect, it's wonderful!"

Her increasingly erotic movements were also reaching me and with her arsehole and internal muscles all working on my cock I found that I was suddenly very close to a climax. I was panting now as I slammed my cock in and out rapidly and twiddled her clit at the same speed and I knew that I was on the final run in.

"Gonna cum soon," I advised Mum hurriedly, "How about you?"

I could feel my sap rising more quickly now and had only a few more thrusts left before I knew I'd be exploding.

"Oh Chris, oh darling," panted Mum in return, "Just a little more and I won't be able to stop either!"

"Quick Mum, quick," I panted as I slapped my cock into her, fast and furiously, "Ahhh, here it cums!"

I managed a brief flurry of stabbing thrusts before I drove deep into her and let loose. I felt the power of my spunk as it rocketed from my cock; two, three, four squirts, each causing me to pause, grunt, shudder and thrust again.

Suddenly I realised that I'd stopped playing with Mum's clit and I moved my finger back onto her quivering protrusion of flesh and one touch did it.

"Darling, darling, cumming!" she cried, "Oh my God, yesss, yesss, wonderful!"

It was just as well that my hand was underneath her because her shuddering, convulsing body was in the process of collapsing to the shower floor as she climaxed and now I held her against my still throbbing and well-embedded penis until she showed signs of recovery from her orgasm.

Slowly I took my hand away from her wet and slippery pussy and then, as Mum stood more upright I carefully pulled my cock from her arsehole.

"Ahhh!" Mum gasped, "Ohhh, I feel empty now!"

"No, you're full," I said, "Full of cum, loads of it!"

"Gosh, I'm going to leak like anything now, won't I?" she answered as she turned around and pressed her delicious breasts against my chest, "Think I'd better go and sit on the pot while you get the shower going again."

"Was that good though?" I asked and Mum reached up and kissed me hard.

"Perfect!" she said, her words breathed into my mouth, "Absolutely perfect darling."

We clung together for a minute or so, then Mum pushed me away and stepped out of the shower, giving me a parting view of her pert glowing arse. I felt my cock surge with excitement but I knew that the fun was over for now – now it really was time for a clean-up and then time for some proper breakfast if we weren't too late.

Before long Mum was back with me and we lathered each other happily and playfully, grabbing quick feels of each other and kisses whenever we came face to face. Then we were rinsing off, drying down, dressing up and heading downstairs to the dining room. We were indeed rather late but we were informed that breakfast was served all day – this place was designed around relaxation and pleasure rather than rules so we settled down and began filling our bellies. Before long we were replete and ready for action.

"So what are we doing today?" Mum asked as we now stood in the big entrance hall, but I could only shrug my shoulders.

"Don't know, what do you fancy?" I asked and Mum smiled broadly.

"You!" she said, "Lots more of you!"

We laughed together playfully, then noticed a board showing all the activities that were available today, so we paused to study it.

There were so many assorted activities to choose from that it was hard to pick something that seemed more interesting and enjoyable than anything else on offer. Eventually we decided that as we'd only just arrived and since the sun continued to shine, then the sandy beach, along with the refreshing waters of the sea seemed an eminently sensible option.

But then we spotted another option – that of a day out at a small island nature reserve full of seabirds. With a shared delight in wildlife we unanimously picked that as a starting point and soon we were booked onto the boat for the thirty minute ride, taking with us nothing more than the few clothes we wore and our towels.

We'd be almost on our own – just three couples were booked to go and a little while later we were saying hello to our fellow travellers on a small portable jetty and then clambering into the open boat to join the skipper.

He, a tanned young man dressed only in shorts, filled us in on the history of the island and the rules which were few. Any birds and animals would be relatively tame so could be approached but not caught; there were some basic toilets where we'd land, some fresh water too and a small supply of dry towels just in case they were needed. Clothing was optional on the island, as it was on the beach, his only warning being that the sun would be strong, so sun lotion was recommended and was also available for those without their own supply.

A couple of minutes later and the boat was puttering through the waves and as we went the skipper handed out lunch boxes, boxes full of assorted goodies to keep our bellies from rumbling and then almost before we knew it we were landing at a small jetty, then clambering up the steep path to the top of the island where we all stood and watched as the boat pulled away.

"We're on our own," said Mum as she held my hand tightly, "Well, almost."

The island was sufficiently large enough for us all to have peace and after a quick discussion we each chose areas of the island to explore, then Mum and I headed off across the short rabbit-cropped turf towards our chosen space. Ours looked as if it contained a small beach, a rocky cliff full of sea birds, a small wooded area and an extent of grass too. Before long we were pointing out unusual plants, baby bunnies and the occasional bird nest and then we plunged downwards towards the beach.

"Look, there's a cave!" said Mum, pointing to one side, "Let's have a look inside."

The cave was not far above sea level and seemed pretty dry but dark as we moved inside. Cautiously we explored, discovering eventually that there was a big bank of fine sand at the back but relatively little else. The cave meandered deeper into the island but half buried in a sandy drift was a large flat slab of rock which Mum now sat on to gaze around.

"Helloooo!" I called out and an answering echo returned my call from deeper in the cave.

Even after our eyes had become used to the gloom it was still quite dark in there and slightly eerie but with Mum there too I felt calm and relaxed – until she put her hand on my thigh and made me jump.

"Rather romantic, isn't it?" she said as her hand stroked me into relaxation again, "I've never had sex in a cave before!"

"Didn't know we were going to," I said as her hand began moving softly and erotically up my thigh, "Are we?"





"Depends on what comes up," said Mum as her hand reached my shorts, "Oh yess, I think we are!"

The touch of her hand had aroused me immediately and as her hand slid over my shorts it quickly encountered the stiffening bulge of my rising penis and I knew that we'd soon be fucking again.

I reached out to slide my hand inside Mum's top, a cropped towelling top that merely held her bounteous tits in place and as my fingers slid up and over her breast Mum's breath shuddered from her.

"Yessss!" she hissed as her hand began working to undo my shorts, "Ohhh darling, I want you!"

Mum may have been short of recent practice but she was a dab hand at undoing clothing it seemed, because I very quickly felt the cool air on my exposed erection and the warmth of Mum's hand around it.

I breathed in sharply as she pulled my foreskin back, then let it all out again as the pleasure settled in my brain.

"Nice!" I hissed as her fingers aroused me further, "Let me help."

"No, you stay there," said Mum with a sexy chuckle.

Briefly I moved to let Mum push my shorts down, then she moved from the rock to stand beside me; pushed me around until my bare arse met the cool rock and made me sit where she'd been.

Then I gasped anew as she silenced us both by diving down to take my cock into her warm mouth. Each time she lowered her head I felt the warm softness of her breasts on my thigh, a sensation that served to raise my enthusiasm even higher but in the shady darkness I could still see that Mum was still clothed.

"Get 'em off Mum," I said as I pushed her from my cock and raised myself upright and shortly after that we both stood there naked and ready.

"What do you want?" she asked as she stroked her pussy with one hand and my cock with the other, "Tell me darling."

"I just want you," I breathed, unable to think of anything more profound to say with her hand around my penis.

I just plain wanted to fuck her, to love her, to enjoy her body and to satisfy my eager cock and I quickly realised that if Mum lay on the rock slab with her legs over the edge I could stand there and penetrate her perfectly. But it also made sense to make it comfy for Mum.

Wordlessly I moved our clothes aside, spread the towels on the slab and then gently pulled and pushed Mum into position and she quickly understood. A few moments later and she was there, her calves and feet dangling, her pussy just inches from the edge of the rock.

I moved and stood between her legs and Mum spread her lips for me, holding them open until my cock was lodged against her vaginal opening. She was already well and truly wet and after quickly slipping my cock through her juices I pressed inwards bringing out a long moan of pleasure from Mum.

"Lovely!" she breathed, "You go so deep, don't you darling."

"Just slid in," I answered, "You're very wet."

"Can't help it darling, it's you," she replied, "I only have to think of your cock and I get wet!"

Instead of answering I began to move in and out, pulling Mum a little closer to the edge now as I worked up my speed. I didn't mind my balls slapping against the rock but I didn't want to crush them!

Steadily now I pumped in and out, enjoying the tightness of my mother's vagina, the scent of her arousal, the strangely sexy ambience and the feel of my cock being sucked into her delightful hole. Each stroke was a huge pleasure, every little inch of movement was a thrill and every moment brought me closer to what was becoming both an erotic and a quick fuck.

Unintentionally my thrusting intensified as my desire rose and Mum's body answered by lifting up at my driving cock and seemingly tightening around me too.

"Ohhh darling," breathed Mum, "Lovely, oh it's wonderful! It's going to be quick though; I'm almost there already!"

Her delicious pussy was squeezing my cock all over; somehow her internal muscles were tightening around my knob with each stroke while fingers of pleasure seemed to stroke my shaft.

My climax wasn't far away either.

"Ohhhh, ohhhh!" groaned Mum, "Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, it's coming, it's coming!"

I was pounding away at her pussy now, slamming my cock into her welcoming hole and wet squelching noises were quickly becoming louder than the sounds of our heavy breathing.

"Yeah, yeah!" I grunted as I pumped hard, "Oh Mum, you're perfect – you're so hot!"

Making love to my mother had become the supreme delight of my life – every time we fucked seemed better and better and seemed to provide both of us with more and more love and pleasure – and each time we united I found myself wanting to cum so very quickly.

Today was no exception; whereas I'd have expected to last for perhaps ten minutes or more, here I was after just two or three minutes right on the brink of an orgasm.

"Darling, cum, cum – cum with me!" gasped Mum urgently, "I'm cumming so hard!"

Suddenly her body was convulsing, shaking, jerking, quivering and as the sensations increased I knew I couldn't hold back either.

"Oh yes, oh love, oh darling!" gasped Mum, her words tumbling out amid gasps of orgasmic pleasure, "Keep going – fuck me, fuck me hard, harder!"

"Yeah Mum, yeah," I grunted as I slammed into her ever wetter pussy, "Here it cums!"

For a second or two, or it may have been for ten seconds there was silence, then we both let loose.

"Fuck!" I cried as I felt the pressure unleash.

"Yessss!" cried Mum exuberantly, "Cum – cum for me!"

"Ahhhh!" I cried as I felt my spunk jetting into my mother's depths.

"Oh yesss!" cried Mum, her body sucking hard at my cock.

"Oh Mum, oh Mum!" I breathed as the last of what must have been at least four squirts of cum had left my body, "Oh bloody hell!"

Apart from our heavy breathing as we recovered there was silence now and we let our strange surroundings take over as we smiled contentedly at each other. And it was in that relative silence that we heard something that sent us into complete silence. A brief smattering of applause!

The sound echoed around the cave and we both peered about in the gloom to find where the sound was coming from when suddenly, from around a rocky wall came two faces.

"That sounded really hot!" said the male face, "Sorry and all that – it wasn't until you started that we realised you were there."

He stepped from around the rocks, pulling a young girl with him and it was immediately evident that he at least had enjoyed our energetic sex. His tight swim shorts revealed his penis to be both lengthy and very distended; thoroughly aroused.

They'd been on the boat with us but had headed off to a different area of the island.

"We found a cave in our patch so we explored," said the guy, his distended erection still very evident, "And it apparently cuts across the island to this cave."

"We couldn't help it," said the girl, "We'd come into the cave for ahhhh..."

She paused to consider her words, then continued, "Yeah, for a bit of fun, like you."

She looked at her partner and he smiled at her reassuringly, so she continued.

"And we were looking for a comfy spot," she said, "And we were about to do the same as you did when we heard you."

"But we didn't want to come out right in the middle of your pleasure," said the guy, "So we stayed where we were."

"And we couldn't help but listen of course," added the girl, "And you sounded so hot – you really enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"Errrr yeah, we did," I managed to say, "It was good, really good."

"We'd never had an audience before, well, not before we came to this place," said Mum, "But now I think I'm getting quite used to it! Makes everything that much more wicked actually."

I was relieved that Mum wasn't upset, in fact, judging from the way her vagina was squeezing my cock she was actually enjoying the situation. I felt my cock filling out once more and growing quickly stiffer inside her.

The couple moved closer to where we were and linked arms lovingly. Her naked perky breasts stood young and fresh, topped with deliciously small nipples while, even in the gloom it was easy to see that the gusset of her bikini bottom was wet. The cheeks of both the man and girl glowed with aroused excitement and my eyes wandered downwards to notice that his penis was leaking considerably and had discoloured his shorts. They obviously hadn't had time to enjoy their own sexual union.

Mum broke my thoughts as she gently stroked my arm.

"Just a thought darling," she said to me, "Are you going to take that thing out of me or are we going to have another round?"

"Errr, ummm, ahhh – I don't know," I spluttered, suddenly realising that we were still together, "Oh fuck!"

I began to pull away but Mum held me against her.

"Well, do you think we could, you know, do it again that is? We could, couldn't we," said Mum, her pussy in motion around my cock, "Just so long as these two would join us!"

"You sure?" asked the guy, his hand now over his erection, "I wouldn't want to impose any more than we've done."

"I think it would be so much fun if you'd do it too," said Mum as she patted the large slab of rock, "Come on, join in!"

"Wow yess!" said the girl enthusiastically, "Come on Pete, come and screw me!"

A moment later and her bikini bottom slid off, revealing that she'd shaved entirely, that she was well and truly aroused and that she was almost dripping wet.

"I've always wanted to do it with another couple," said the girl as she seated herself on the rock right next to where Mum was, "Come on Pete, I'm all ready! And this rock's a bit chilly so I need warming up!"

Mum smiled broadly and winked at Pete.

"It's ok young man, get them off, I want to see what you've got there!" she said.

Mum's vagina was very much awake now and it now felt as if she was masturbating me even as I was inside her. She was obviously enjoying the additional excitement alongside us.

"I guess I don't mind either," I added to help Pete overcome any shyness, "Let's make the girls happy!"

With a sudden rush Pete slid his shorts down and his erection sprang up before him. It remained partially hidden under his t-shirt though until he lifted that off his head too, revealing that his penis was uncut and was at least as substantial as mine if not bigger and as he stood there his foreskin slid deliciously back from his knob.

"You don't mind?" he asked as he looked at us and as his hand protectively wrapped itself around his shaft but Mum especially was very much in favour.

"Of course not!" she said gently, "Nice penis, isn't it? That looks so good."

She licked her lips suggestively and reached out a hand towards him.

"Come on then, get on with it or put it away!" said Mum, "Or come over here!"

"No way – he's not putting it away!" said the girl as she spread her legs wider, "The only place he's going to put it is in here – he's mine!"

Her words seemed to defuse his concerns and after a couple of quick jerks on his cock he stepped towards his girl, moving until the end of his erection was only a few inches from her pussy.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yeah, just hurry up!" the girl answered quickly, "I need you!"

Her arms reached to his biceps and pulled him closer and with a couple of small steps he was there, sliding his cock into her welcoming hole.

"Oh yesss!" she hissed happily, "Ohhh, that's better!"

"Oh yesss!" he sighed, echoing her exclamation, "You're wonderful!"

Beside them Mum's pussy had most definitely reawakened and was now massaging my cock firmly, her deliciously active internal muscles stirring my penis into rigid solidity and I too pressed forward, feeling the wetness of her already fucked and filled hole surrounding my cock. I pushed in further and felt warm cum squeezing out around my cock and sliding down over my balls.

"Ohhh darling," breathed Mum, "I felt that; all dripping wet and so sexy!"

Her vagina quivered energetically and sucked at my cock and I started moving too, long slow steady strokes from just inside her hole to deep inside her body and out again.

Alongside us the other pair were now hard at it, catching up on their delayed delights, their bodies slamming together with energetic enthusiasm. The girl was gasping now as his cock stirred her juices, her emotions and her mind and amid the quiet of the cave, her cries of pleasure rang loudly around us. I just had to pick up the pace, now moving in and out of Mum's hole in time with the strong fucking movements of the other guy. We turned and smiled at each other almost as if we were in competition, then concentrated on our actions.

The excitement of having another couple fucking right there beside us was very arousing and even though I'd climaxed not long before I could already feel the sap rising again. I slowed down once again and Mum understood.

"You're not going to cum again are you?" she asked as her pussy tightened around my cock even more, "Ohhh, that'll be lovely – all that lovely cum inside me!"

"Ohhh Mum, don't!" I said, feeling her actions serving to arouse me further, "Careful Mum, I'm trying to hold it back."

There was a moment when everything seemed to go quiet and I realised that both the other two were looking at us intently, the girl with her mouth open.

"You're mother and son are you?" she asked incredulously, "You said 'Mum', didn't you?"

"Darling, you've done it now," said Mum as she looked straight into my eyes, "Oh damn!"

"No, no, it's ok," said the girl, her hand reaching up to hold Mum's, "We don't mind – honestly!"

"Yeah but, but..." spluttered Mum, her pussy releasing it's grip on my cock, "We're committing incest – we shouldn't, should we?"

"I said it's ok," said the girl again, then she paused as if for dramatic effect.

"You see, this man is my brother!" she added, then she leaned forward and kissed him.

It was our turn to stare open-mouthed at them; our turn to look shocked but Mum seemed less concerned than I did.

"Oh that's wonderful!" she said and as she spoke her pussy gripped my cock once again, almost squeezing the life out of it and yet also squeezing life back into it!

"So we've all got secrets," said Mum, her pussy suddenly very active again, "And of course you're right – he is my son and I love him so much!"

"And I love my brother too," said the girl, "And he's got the most wonderful cock!"

"Mmmm, so has my son!" said Mum with a huge smile and a squeeze of her vaginal muscles.

We all laughed as the tension was defused and a few moments later we were all back at it, us two guys thrusting hard into our ladies, grunting and gasping as we built up the action again. The girls were participating eagerly now, adding their own happy cries and gasps to the medley of sounds.

"God, oh Chris, you're so deep in here!" gasped Mum as I found the right angle to reach her cervix, "Ohhh, I won't be able to stop soon!"

"I'm nearly there too!" cried the girl, her voice quivering to the same beat her pussy was probably doing, "Oh Pete, don't stop, don't stop!"

The excitement of sharing our love-making was obviously creating some strong feedback in our systems, driving us all quickly towards our orgasms. Each time I glanced at the couple beside us, watching his strong and eager cock disappear and reappear, watching her tits tremble and sway and watching Mum's own body responding too, I felt another surge in my excitement – another spasm of incipient climax. I wanted to get Mum to her own climax soon and I knew that thankfully she was already on the brink.

Her pussy was overheating now, full already with my cum from earlier, stimulated past caring, aroused beyond our average fuck and almost out of control. Her body was writhing urgently on my penis as I pumped quickly and even in the still air of the cave her sexual scent reached my nose and drove me on.

Then the moment of truth arrived – that instant in which you know that your orgasm is there, unstoppable and urgent; strong and determined.

"Ahhh!" I gasped, "Mum, Mum, I'm going to cum, gonna cum!"

Instead of Mum responding as I thought she might it was the girl who seemed to answer.

"And me, I'm cumming, oh Pete, I'm cumming!" she cried amid grunts of expended energy from both us men – and then Mum joined in.

"Oh darling yesss," she breathed between panted breaths, "Do it, do it – cum for me!"

"Can't stop anyway!" I managed to gasp as my thrusts became ragged and jerky, "Here it cums Mum – gonna fill you again!"

There was a happy squeal from beside us as the girl reached her climax and as she did so I felt the first eruption of spunk leave my balls, slide up my shaft and squirt energetically into Mum's vagina.

"Ohhh fuck!" I grunted, "Oooh God! Ooooh yeahhh!"

Beside us Pete opened up too, albeit in less noisy terms.

"Here you are – here it cums!" he hissed, his buttocks slamming his cock into his sister's pussy, "Oh yesss, yesss, oh Suzy yesss!"

The whole cave seemed to echo with assorted cries as if a whole phalanx of lovers were reaching their united climaxes. The sounds of love-making were a powerful aphrodisiac that made our orgasms that much more enjoyable, more powerful and more intense. I felt Mum's delightful vagina sucking the spunk from me, her internal fingers seemingly stroking my cock to extract every bit of essence from me while her legs had come up behind me to hold me firmly in place.

"That was lovely," she said softly, still holding me in place with her legs, "I felt every little spurt – and the big ones!"

"You too?" asked the girl, "So did I – it was incredibly intense. Best ever!"

"This is only our fourth time though," said Pete, "We only started having – you know – sex a few days ago. I don't know why we waited so long though."

"Takes a while for things like that to be acceptable to the other person sometimes," said Mum, "And anyway, all the best love affairs take time to build up."

She paused and as she did so I felt her pussy still caressing my cock inside her but I was unable to make my penis respond.

"Look at us," said Mum, continuing her story, "I'd have taken my son to bed years ago if I'd known what a wonderful lover he'd be but now we've been loving together for some five months. It took Chris twenty years to build up his love for me though!"

We laughed together at Mum's definition of our love affair although I felt my cheeks glowing with an embarrassed shyness. Of course I'd loved my mother for all of my life – what son didn't.

"Chris was a bit reluctant I think, well, shy actually at first," said Mum as she covered my silence, "But now we make a perfect couple."

I heard myself chuckling gently and Mum looked at me quizzically.

"You said 'loving' together," I said, "Sexy little slip there."

"No, I meant it," Mum replied, "We've been living together all our lives but now we're loving together. There's a big difference."

I couldn't think of anything to say right then but Mum was still busy explaining.

"You see," she said now addressing the other two people, "Chris is now 22 and he's at the right kind of age to leave home and I wouldn't try to stop him if that's what he wanted. But I'm kind of hoping that he might settle down with me as a sort of husband now that we're loving together and not just living together."

It was my turn to feel bemused again but then I suddenly realised what she was on about. I had indeed been considering finding my own place; settling down; finding a girlfriend; running my own life. But only now was I beginning to understand that if I did I'd not only lose all the loving that Mum and I were sharing and enjoying but I'd lose the lovely home and all the comforts that went with it.

"You've gone quiet," said Mum her pussy massaging my still fairly stiff penis, "Best to be honest with each other."

"Ahhh, ummm, no, I wasn't trying to hide any feelings," I answered, "I just didn't know what to say but you're right."





I felt her pussy squeeze me firmly now as if to remind me what I might be losing.

"Come on Chris – tell her you'll stay with her!" said Pete, smiling at me, "Suzy and I have made vows to each other – nothing's going to split us up if we can help it."

"I hadn't really even thought about it," I said, "Well, not in detail but yeah, I suppose I had thought about leaving."

I felt Mum stiffen somewhat and I looked at her lovingly to reassure her.

"No, no Mum, I couldn't leave you," I said, "I'd looked around but perhaps that's why I'm still with you – because there was just no way I wanted to lose you."

She leaned closer and kissed me now as her sexy pussy massaged my cock gently and her firm breasts warming my chest.

"I think it was the mind of a growing man – just wanting his own place," I said, "Without thinking about what else would happen."

"I know what you mean," said Pete, adding his own view on the subject, "And actually that's what Suzy and I were doing – we were both looking around for places so we could leave home."

"And then we realised that not only did we love each other but we wanted each other too," added Suzy, "So why didn't we share a home and live together."

"We were getting away from our parents – which we were glad to do," Pete added, "And then everything else began to make sense. We were in love, properly, so why not make a home together."

"And I love my Mum dearly," I said as I wrapped my arms around my sexy mother, "And it all makes sense now – so no, I'm not going to leave home."

"Oh darling," said Mum as her lips sought mine avidly, "I was never in doubt but you were always free to make up your own mind and I'm so glad you have."

"That's better," said Pete, "That's how it should be – you stand by the one you love."

"Or lie down on top of your lover!" said Suzy as she squirmed all over her brother, "Come on Pete, one more time, please!"

Everything now seemed tension free and suddenly I felt aroused again, immediately finding my cock stiffening once more. I pushed my penis deeper into Mum's warm pussy and felt her body responding deliciously while our lips played softly over each other's face. We were off again!

Some while later we were all purring contentedly, tiredly and happily as we stepped from the cave and into the sunshine again. We promised to exchange phone numbers once back at the hotel, as one does, and then headed back into the world outside, finding that we'd all built up appetites. We chose a small patch of short-cropped grass just above the beach, spread out our towels and settled to relax, feed, sunbathe and talk about our backgrounds and history in general. No sexy words or additional revelations were needed – enough in the way of discoveries had been made, as well as plenty of love, goodwill and honesty – but so much for exploring our little island! We'd certainly explored each other though.

Reluctant somehow to start love-making out in the open, as a foursome group we now meandered over the small coves, the rocky promontories and the little patches of grass, scattering birds and rabbits wholesale as we went. Every so often we'd explore in more detail or pause for a quick dip in the water followed by a bit more sunbathing and then we all pulled our clothes back on, just in time it seemed. Because after we clambered over another small jutting headland suddenly we found ourselves back at the landing place with the small boat already bobbing beside it and the third couple already seated in the boat, chatting with the skipper.

We'd circumnavigated our small island – our own little round-the-world trip!

"Hey, look at that!" Suzy called out as she led the way over the rocks, "We're back!"

"And that's some good timing too," Pete said, speaking for all of us, "I think I'm looking forward to dinner."

"And me," I added, "But that was a wonderful day."

"Perfect," said Mum as I helped her into the boat, "Don't think I've ever had so much fun before. Our own little sexy adventure."

It had certainly been an adventure and it was one that spiced up our lives nicely, coming on top of all the other pleasure of the past few days. Nevertheless I remained aware that this was merely a hedonistic week of fun and that we'd be returning to our more normal lives in a few days. I wasn't entirely sure which I preferred because although the luxury hotel was fantastic it wasn't something I could get to appreciate all the time. Home, complete with my loving mother was sounding perfect now and I was already imagining some of her home cooking, along with the comforts of home.

Back in our small suite we peeled down together ready to take a shower and to change our clothes. Neither of us was now in any way bashful of revealing our bodies to each other and even when Mum came and hugged me, instead of feeling completely embarrassed I just felt a warm and happy arousal. Her hand reached down between us and softly surrounded my cock, her fingers teasingly gentle but more than sufficient to begin to arouse me again.

"Haven't we come a long way," said Mum quietly as her fingers teased my knob, "It's been what, a month or so since we started making love and here we are now, treating it as something quite normal."

Her warm body rubbed erotically against me, her thighs pressing firmly against mine while her delicious breasts pressed more gently against my chest.

"It is normal," I agreed as her lovely fingers caressed my quickly stiffening penis, "Well, normal to me."

"And to me," Mum replied, her lips finding mine, "Even if the rest of the world wouldn't think so."

We paused in our ruminating for some sloppy tongue and spit swapping before Mum pushed me away, prising my hands from around her arse.

"Come on, let's get that nice fresh shower, then dinner," she said as she gave my now stiff cock a quick pat, "And we'll deal with this thing later on!"

A couple of hours later, after our shower, a change of clothes, a delicious and languidly eaten meal and a bottle of wine we were back in our suite again and stripping down again but this time there was nothing to stop us – no meals, other people or other distractions. But our skin seemed to glow after a warm day in the sun and Mum was adamant that she wasn't going to go to bed until she'd had some after-sun lotion rubbed in.

"Come on darling," she said with a hint of a promise in her voice, "Rub some all over me, then I'll do the same for you and then perhaps..."

Her dangling words left me in no doubt of what was to come so I climbed onto the bed beside her just as Mum rolled over onto her tummy. Her cute arse rose to meet me and her legs spread apart as I settled between them. The small curls of pubic hair and the dainty lips of her pussy seemed to smile at me and my cock rose to greet her sex...but first, the lotion.

"Where is it?" I asked, not seeing the after-sun lotion anywhere, "How am I supposed to...?"

"It's in the bag," said Mum, her hand waving in the direction of the bedside table and I understood.

"Ok, hang on," I said as I stretched over, my hand soon returning with a tube, "Ok, got it."

I was about to open the tube and squirt some of the contents into my hand when I noticed the label. 'KY Lubricating Jelly' it read.

"Oh oops, wrong stuff!" I grumbled, "Anyway, what's this for – you never need lubricating!"

Mum peered over her shoulder then chuckled.

"Oh that, oh, I brought it with me just in case," she said as she squirmed around to get comfy again, "The lotion's in there somewhere though."

"In case of what?" I asked, curious and ignoring the sun lotion, "It's not as if I even need it either."

Mum seemed to lift her arse upwards, arching her back somewhat and as she did so she opened her legs a little wider.

"It was in case you want to try something else," she said softly, "I wouldn't mind if you did do it again."

Suddenly I understood – Mum was offering me her arsehole once more and the KY would be perfect.

"Wow – really?" I said, feeling my penis swelling and lifting, "You want me inside you, inside your arse again?"

"Mmmmm," hummed Mum as she buried her face in the pillow and lifted her arse higher, "It was fun doing it in the shower but now I want to try it in bed. Make sure you're gentle though."

Her actions caused her cheeks to spread apart and that in turn exposed her little brown opening to my gaze. The crinkling of her flesh made a perfect star pattern but this was no astronomical feature and the central disc was no black hole! Instead it was a vaguely pink-centred opening with puckered lips that expanded and contracted gently.

"Well come on then," said Mum, her voice muffled by the pillow, "Get in there – I'm all nice and clean for you."

"You'd better get up on your hands and knees," I suggested and Mum quickly drew her legs up under her body, lifting her arse considerably closer to my cock.

Beneath her body her superb breasts now dangled proudly and I reached down to tweak one nipple.

"Ahhh!" Mum gasped as I squeezed, "What're you doing? I thought you were down the back end?"

"Just checking!" I said, "I love your breasts, Mum."

"Well I want you to love my arse right now," she half-grumbled, "Not my tits!"

I'd never really considered anal sex as part of our love-making if only because Mum's breasts, her pussy, her mouth and her hands were more than enough for my pleasure and yet, why not? Certainly Mum and I had both enjoyed it during our impromptu anal fuck in the shower so why not make it part of our routine. It would certainly mean that we'd become intimate in every possible way and it would surely cement our love completely.

I dithered as I considered the subject and yet even as I procrastinated, my hands were undoing the tube and spreading a glistening worm of gel over my knob.

A few moments later and my fingers were at work to ensure that my entire knob was slippery and shiny, then I pressed another small dollop right on Mum's hole.

"Ohhh Chris," she gasped as she recoiled from my touch, "Ohh, I thought for a moment you were doing it!"

"In a moment," I said as I pressed my gel-laden finger into her arsehole, "Hang on – I'll be there, I promise."

There was no holding back in my mind now – I'd already decided to go along with her desires and at least part of me was definitely looking forward to extending our experience. My cock felt ramrod stiff as I dumped the tube, moved closer and as I prepared for docking I held my shiny cock and aligned it with her arsehole.

I pressed forward a few inches and let my penis push against her body, immediately feeling Mum pushing back. I watched too as her arsehole seemed to open a small way, like tightly pursed lips blowing a kiss. I pressed further, now starting to press my knob into her hole and watched intently as her anus began to expand around my knob.

I may have imagined that my cock was entirely rigid but while the shaft was indeed rock hard, my knob was soft and spongy and now began to squeeze into the little opening.

"Take it easy," murmured Mum, "It's ok so far though."

"I'll be careful," I said but despite my words and with a sudden rush my knob disappeared inside her body.

"Ahhh!" grunted Mum, "Ahhh, you said you'd be careful."

"I was but you were all slippery," I said, "I'll wait for you to get used to it."

At least I'd managed to stop the entire length of my cock from entering her but I could now feel that my penis was captured by her flesh, flesh that seemed to be rippling around my cock. I held myself firmly still now as I let Mum's anus began to loosen up, as her death grip eased and as her whole body seemed to soften.

"That's better," she exclaimed after a little while, "I was out of practice."

"What, even after we did it last night?" I asked.

"That was different – we were standing up and it wasn't the same," said Mum, "Anyway, that was only the first time with you."

"I hadn't thought about you doing it before," I said feeling slightly aggrieved for a moment.

"I told you that your dad liked doing it," said Mum as her body moved gently, "Just occasionally."

"Ah, so no-one else?" I asked and I saw Mum shake her head.

"No darling," said Mum softly, "Of course not. I don't go giving my arse away to anyone!"

The mood had lightened again and any tension had dispersed and I shuffled closer – but as I did so Mum wriggled her arse around and suddenly my penis was just absorbed into her body!

"Ohhh!" Mum gasped, "Ohh darling, yesss, yesss!"

The heat of her body now surrounded my penis and I felt the tightness of her sphincter muscles as they tried to become used to the thickness of my cock. I began to move in and out, small movements to stimulate the lubricating effect of the gel and as I did so I felt Mum's arse responding. I felt the way the muscles of her arse seemed to be flexing, almost sucking me into her now and I made my movements that bit more energetic.

"Ohhh yesss!" breathed Mum, as her body pressed back against mine, "This is so exciting!"

"Really?" I asked as I pushed deeply into her, "Do you mean that?"

"It's fun and it's incredibly exciting too!" she said, her arse squirming deliciously, "It takes me back all those years and it's so different. So much better than how I remember too."

"How d'you mean?" I asked as I began fucking her arse steadily, "Not better than me being in your pussy, I hope."

"No, better than when your dad used to do it," she said, her back end now moving in response to me, "He was a bit rough but you're, well, you're you and you're always gentle with me – I knew you'd always do it nicely!"

I leaned forward and cupped her hanging breasts, my action pressing my cock deeper into my mother's body and I felt her arch her back in appreciation of my actions.

"Nice," she hissed, "Ohhh yes darling, do that but don't forget my clit too!"

Without replying I took one hand back from her breast and slid it down her body until I reached her pussy, which I cupped, sliding my whole hand up and down her cleft. I could feel the way my cock was moving inside her, realising now that I was, in a way, massaging her vagina from an internal position. I could feel too just how wet and aroused she was and as soon as I touched her clit she spasmed strongly all over.

"Ahhh, yesss!" she breathed, her arse pressing back rhythmically against my driving cock, "Do that, I want you to make me cum."

I began strumming my fingers over her slippery clit, dipping them occasionally into her pussy to gather more lubrication while at the same time I tried to thrust my cock faster into her arsehole. Mum's body was responding all over now and her hand snaked round behind me to pull my body even closer to hers with each thrust.

"Darling, darling," said Mum, her voice soft and sexy, "Nearly there, oooh, nearly there!"

"Yess, cum for me," I said as I felt her arsehole tightening around my penis, "Do it – cum, cum!"

"Oh yes, I will, I can't stop it now," panted Mum as our bodies slammed together faster and harder, "Ohhh Chris, ohhh darling, it's cumming!"

"Let it go!" I said, now feeling her body quivering and shaking violently, "Come on then Mum – do it!"

"Ahhhhh!" she cried suddenly, "Yesssss!"

I felt her pussy suddenly become hotter and wetter; her breasts thrust hard against my cupped hand and her arse clamped down on my cock so hard that I had trouble moving for a few moments.

"Ahhhh!" she cried again as another spasm racked her body, "Super, wonderful – oh darling, incredible!"

At that moment she collapsed flat onto the bed, trapping my hands beneath her, both held in place by her shuddering, pulsating, quivering body and my own weight on top of her and we lay there for a few moments, just recovering from her powerful orgasm.

"Lift up darling," she eventually asked and I did so, sliding my hands from under her to support my body while my cock remained well and truly embedded inside her quivering arse.

She twisted her body around a bit and looked back over her shoulder, her face reddened with exertion and sweat.

"Wow!" she said, "You were good!"

"So were you Mum, but I haven't finished yet," I said, "Haven't cum, that is."

"Sorry darling but you'll have to take it out," she said, "That's enough of that for now – that was exhausting."

Slowly I slid my stiff penis from her gel-coated arsehole, then rolled over onto the bed beside her. We smiled broadly at each other, our faces hot and happy and Mum reached over and took hold of my cock.

"Go and clean yourself up and I'll suck you off," she said as she gave me a parting squeeze, "I think I can just about manage to do that!"

I rose and went to the bathroom where I rinsed my cock clean then dried off and returned to the bed where Mum still reposed on her side.

"Oh, you're back," she said as if I'd been gone for ages, "Sorry I was almost nodding off!"

She reached over again and stroked my cock, sliding my foreskin up and down, then spreading the small bubble of precum that formed over my knob. It glowed and shone with enthusiastic eagerness and Mum understood my need.

"Do you think we could do a 69?" she asked, "Have you still got enough energy to get on top of me?"

"Course I have," I answered, "You'll have to slide down the bed a bit first."

We moved around until Mum was laying flat on her back and I straddled her head just as Mum parted her legs. The warm musky scent of her perfect pussy rose into my face in the same instant that I felt my penis being pulled into position. The sudden touch made me breathe in quickly, absorbing another dose of her wonderful scent as I did so, then I settled my face just above her parted thighs.

"You ok?" I asked and was answered by a contented hum from Mum.

I bent closer and closer until her pussy filled my vision, then closed in on her clit and swiped my tongue over it's slippery surface.

"Ahhh!" Mum gasped, her breath brushing over my sensitive cock, "Ohhh darling, yesss please, right there!"

Instead of answering I simply closed my lips around her clit and used my tongue to caress it, flicking it from side to side. Each time I did so Mum's body responded by jerking upwards at me and I quickly rearranged my hands so that they held her thighs steady. Much as I wanted to excite her I wasn't eager to let my teeth crash against her delicate parts.

While I was starting to make love to her clit, Mum too was absorbing my cock into her mouth, her lips sliding wetly down my shaft until I felt my knob reach the back of her mouth. She pushed my upwards and now began to thrill me with her own wicked tongue just as I was doing to her.

The sounds of slurping mouths were all that could be heard as we worked together and now that we'd settled I was able to bring one of my hands into use, taking over from my mouth on her clit so I could probe into her hole with my tongue. Mum meanwhile was very busy sliding her lips up and down my cock and she too had now added a hand to the action, moving her fist steadily on my penis.

I wasn't going to last much longer at the rate she was going but just as I was about to ask her to slow down I felt her own body shudder violently as she edged towards her own orgasm. I redoubled my efforts on her clit and her hole and was rewarded with a gush of her delectable juices and a tightening of her mouth around my cock.

"Ohhhhh!" she breathed around my penis, "I'm getting there – you'll make me cum again darling!"

"And me," I answered, "Few minutes yet I think."

"You'd better hurry then!" Mum replied, "If you keep doing that I'll be cumming so quickly!"

Rather than reply I eased off, now just keeping her clit stimulated and that seemed to be enough.

"Yesss, that's so nice," she said, "How about you – tell me when you're really close please."

My excitement level was still rising as her hand and mouth continued to arouse me but I still needed a little more but it wasn't going to take long.





And then I felt Mum's hand on my arse, sliding over my buttock until her finger found my arsehole.

"You nearly there?" she asked again, "Lick my clit harder please and I know I'll cum!"

Her whole body was now quivering and jerking energetically under me as she neared her climax and I wondered if she'd beat me to an orgasm when suddenly I felt her finger press into my arsehole. With a bit of extra pressure she was inside me, her finger probing deeply into my anus, stroking me inside. In an instant I felt my orgasm arrive and it was all I could do not to drive my cock right into Mum's face.

"Ohhh fuck!" I gasped as her finger played in my hole, as her mouth sucked at my knob and as her hand stroked my shaft, "Here it cums!"

"Uhhhh!" I grunted as my salvos of cum splattered into her mouth, "Ohhh fuck, fuck, oh fuck!"

"Ugghhhh!" grunted Mum as my cum filled her mouth and as she too erupted, spraying my own mouth and then my face too with her juices.

The room became filled with grunts and gasps as we both climaxed powerfully until eventually we'd both expended our pent-up excitement and both now took a moment or two to draw much needed breaths.

I felt Mum slide my cock from her mouth so I lifted my mouth from her clit too and then her finger slid from my arsehole as well, leaving a strangely empty sensation.

"Phew!" I said, "That was a bit wild!"

"Fun though," answered Mum, her face all smiles, "And a bit different as well – and you made me squirt again too!"

"I know – that was fantastic! Nearly drowned me!" I said with a light laugh, "By the way, what on earth made you want to let me put my cock in your arse again?"

"You own me now, don't you," she replied as she leaned forward and kissed my nose, "All of me – every hole, so to speak."

"Ahh," I said, gradually understanding, "I think I see what you mean."

"And so you could say that I own you too now," said Mum continuing her theme and shaking the finger that she'd had in my arse in front of me, "Let's just say that we've bonded as lovers – all over."

"Ah yes, I get it," I said as I gently stroked her belly, "But you didn't need to have me do that, I think I was yours anyway."

Inside me I'd already decided by now that I'd stick by my mother and weather the complications of our relationship. She was more woman than I needed and instead of having to go hunting for a lover, Mum was at home waiting for me. No need for the uncertainties of searching for a girlfriend; no need for the hit and miss of finding a suitable partner – no need even to find myself a home. Everything I needed was already there – the home and especially the woman I loved.

There was a warm and easy atmosphere surrounding us as we recovered from our exertions and I knew at once that my decision was right. I was definitely and contentedly in love with my mother. We lay there, side by side, smiling occasionally and lovingly gazing into one another's eyes while Mum's hands caressed my body and while I too stroked her delightful curves.

There's something about having a naked body next to you that makes you need to seek out their erogenous places and it wasn't long before I felt Mum's hand sliding down to caress my penis. It immediately began to grow again and soon she was holding my erection, stroking it with gentle enthusiasm. I too had been exploring and having already stroked her lower back – an action that caused Mum to arch her back deliciously – I'd moved back to her breasts and was now working my way down her body. The warm and smooth softness of her belly beckoned me downwards and I let my hand wander until I realised that my fingers were sliding through her pubic hair but no way could I stop there! Her wonderfully sexy pussy beckoned me onwards.

"More?" asked Mum softly, "Do you think you could?"

"Mmmmm, of course I can!" I answered, just as softly, "I want you."

"And you darling," Mum breathed quietly, "Make love to me."

"Mmmmm, yess," I said, "I want to be inside you – I want to pump my seed inside you."

"In here?" asked Mum as her hand pressed mine into her belly and I nodded energetically.

"Yeah, in your pussy, in your womb," I said feeling my cock rigidly trembling with desire, "I want us to be a family."

"A baby, eh?" asked Mum, her eyebrows raised, "That might be a nice idea. Mind you, it's been over twenty years since I made one of those but it'll be fun trying, won't it."

I felt her hand tugging at my cock, pulling me towards her and as soon as I wriggled closer her leg lifted and settled over my hip.

Her warm and wet pussy pressed against my erection and with just a little effort my cock slid smoothly inside her.

"Ohhhh yess darling," she breathed as she wriggled around until I was embedded comfortably, "That was so nice and easy."

And we were off again, yet again! Sure Mum wouldn't get pregnant at once as she'd been taking her pill every day so far but as she said, it would be fun trying and I certainly intended to try!

As often as possible, that is – at least every day – preferably several times a day. Home life would never be the same again. I felt my penis swelling with it's eagerness to fulfil our dreams and her womb and I felt Mum's body reacting to the extra stiffness of my cock.

"I'm all ready darling," she sighed, as her lips kissed mine, "Come on, lover – fuck me, fuck me 'til I'm full!"





