The Sweet Smell of Heather (4.53)	Mom's holiday sex with son.  New  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	06/05/21


The Sweet Smell of Heather
by miss_D_mena ©

Heather raised her head and eased herself up onto her elbows as she glanced around. The forest and the heathlands were glorious at this time of year and it hadn't been hard in the thousands of acres to find a secluded spot. It was the first day of Tim's summer break from university and as the weather was nice, and he had nothing planned, Heather had suggested a picnic. She'd packed sandwiches and a dish of salad along with the usual selection of sausage rolls, meat pies and boiled eggs and as a final afterthought, she had put in a bottle of beer for Tim and a small bottle of wine for herself.

She had done the driving on the outward journey and her son was going to do the drive back, which was why she had gone slightly mad and had far too many glasses of wine. She glanced around once more as her bladder protested, and then turned to her son and told him she was going to spend a penny. He mumbled something, not even bothering to open his eyes as she glanced at his topless torso.

He seemed to have changed since he had been away, growing a little taller and certainly more muscular she had noticed when he had pulled his t-shirt off to sunbathe. At first, after they had eaten and he had stretched out, Heather found it disconcerting, constantly having to look away as her eyes seemed to be drawn to the bulge and the outline visible in the light-blue shorts he was wearing.

She got to her feet, her bladder now bursting as she walked away from him, she had no desire to be near enough that he would be able to hear her urinate and so walked a reasonable distance away and went behind a tree, quickly climbing out of her shorts and panties as she squatted down and pissed.

She had brought a packet of tissues and a small plastic bag with her in case of a situation like this, pulling one out as she wiped herself and feeling relieved now that her bladder was empty. Embarrassingly, that touch on her genitals ignited a fire in her belly as she softly touched herself again. It had been several years since she'd last had sex and while this was not something that she would ever have thought of doing, the wine had taken the edge off her inhibitions.

Heather had married young, to a Frenchman she had met on holiday one year with her parents. He had been older than her, tall and handsome and at first, they had been happy, but eventually, she came to recognise that he had a wandering eye and they had separated when Tim was five, leaving her alone, but at least, financially secure. Tim knew of his father and had met him many times, visiting each summer when he was younger, though that was becoming a little less frequent now that he had grown.

She leaned forward for a second, still able to see her son's feet in the same position that they were in previously as she leaned back against the tree, her fingers rubbing either side of her clitoris as the alcohol and the thrill of doing this outdoors increased the arousal of her masturbation.

It hadn't taken her very long, at one point closing her eyes as she imagined a cock about to pierce her fanny and then feeling disgusted as an image of her son's groin sprang into her mind. Heather rubbed frantically at her minge, alternating between her clit and thrusting fingers inside her passage, unable to dispel the thought of her son's manhood and especially when the image in her head became a naked throbbing erection and her climax exploded.

She found herself panting and feeling overly hot as the sensations finally subsided, the stroking of her fanny slowing until at last, she removed her hand. She kept her eyes closed for several minutes as she savoured her orgasm and got her breathing back under control before taking another tissue and wiping herself carefully. Popping them into the plastic bag, she retrieved her knickers and shorts and made herself decent as she ambled back to join Tim, still snoozing on the picnic blanket.

Heather settled down next to him as he raised his head slightly and peered at her.

'Everything ok mum?' he asked.

'Yes thanks, I'm fine now. I was bursting.'

She lay back and closed her eyes, momentarily feeling dirty, not because of what she had done, but because of the thoughts she'd had, again, when she'd returned, she couldn't help but notice the outline of her son's penis and the bulge that his testicles created. Thrusting it out of her mind, she pictured herself, she was reasonably attractive, although over the years she had put on a little bit of weight, a smidgen on her thighs and hips and a bit more on her waist and tummy, the majority seemed to have gone on her tits which were now quite a lot bigger than the reasonable perky breasts she's once had.

She didn't dislike her body, she just wished she could lose a bit of weight and return to the figure she'd had when she was Tim's age.

The afternoon wore on until at last, it was time to pack the stuff away and head for the car so that her son could drive them back to the apartment block where they were staying. Heather was down visiting her parents, she'd driven down alone, and Tim had come straight here from university for what was a planned two-week break before together, they headed back home. Her parents owned two apartments in the block, their own penthouse suite and another which was used by friends and family whenever anyone wanted to stay over.

Heather had asked her son on the way back what he wanted to do tomorrow. He'd shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he wasn't bothered. He had planned just to relax during this break and so was leaving it up to his mother if there were things she wanted to do.

'Why not spend the morning around the pool and then in the afternoon we can go into town and have a browse around the market and get our evening meal out.'

She nodded in agreement, 'That sounds like a plan,' she laughed.

They spent the evening with her parents, the four of them dining together and then chatting before returning to their own apartment and turning in for the night.

Tim was the first up and about the next morning, the sun already shining through the curtains. After her shower and breakfast, Heather pondered on which swimsuit to wear, opting for a navy-blue flower print costume. She packed some towels together along with several cans of drinks while Tim went to change into his swim shorts and flip flops. Like a true gentleman, once down at the pool, he pulled two loungers close together and offered to apply lotion to the parts of her back and shoulders she could not reach.

Yesterday had been forgotten, that was at least for the first hour and until Tim decided that he was too hot and was going in for a swim. She watched as he dived in, swimming half the length of the pool underwater before surfacing and then lazily doing several lengths before resting at the shallow end. Heather had been about to pick up a magazine to read as her son climbed out of the water and was glad, she was wearing sunglasses, his white swim shorts had turned translucent, and she could quite clearly see his cock.

With a quickening pulse, Heather's nipples had gone hard and the tingling in her fanny was intense, she was grateful for the dark material of her swimsuit because she could feel the spreading dampness between her thighs.

Despite several dips in the pool to cool off, Heather could not get the image out of her head, to the extent that she was feeling randy as hell and was considering whether to disappear up to the apartment on the pretext of getting more drinks, but in reality, to finger herself as the thought of masturbating while imagining Tim fucking her seemed to be ever-present in her mind.

'This is fucking ridiculous,' she thought to herself, before yesterday she would never have considered the thoughts presently going through her head. Not only was she acting like a schoolgirl with a crush, but she couldn't get away from the fact that she was now mentally undressing her son and fantasising about having sex with him, 'What the hell had come over her?'

That afternoon they went into town and wandered around the market stalls, as they passed a department store, Heather asked if Tim minded if she popped in to look for a couple more summer dresses. She was browsing the rails when he approached her without the slightest hint of embarrassment, proffering her a hanger that contained a yellow bikini.

'Go on, go and try it on, see what it looks like.'

Heather hesitated, she could not even remember the last time she had worn one, considering that her fuller figure would look ridiculous in a bikini nowadays.

'If it doesn't suit you, I'll say,' Tim told her earnestly, which made Heather all the more nervous, it meant that he wanted to see her wearing it.

He continued to press her until she gave in, taking the garment as she headed for the changing rooms and a cubicle. Once ensconced, she stripped off, pulling on the bikini bottoms first and looking at herself in the mirror. To Heather's eyes, all her faults stood out, her tummy wasn't flat enough and it made her bottom look big. She took the top and fastened it, pushing her ample bosom into the cups and looking in the mirror once more.

'Oh my God.' The bikini top certainly left nothing to the imagination as it displayed a lot of flesh and her ample cleavage, how could she wander from the changing rooms looking like this?

Tim must have got fed up with waiting as she continued to stare at herself in the mirror, suddenly hearing his voice as he called to her. Drawing back the curtain slightly, she popped her head out.

'You shouldn't be in here,' she hissed at him, 'These are the female changing rooms.'

He just gave her a mischievous grin as he came closer. 'Go on. Let's see what you look like.'

Pulling the curtain back further, she turned a complete circle. 'Well?' She felt embarrassed as he looked at her head to toe, before giving a low whistle.

'It suits you, mum, very sexy. You know what they say. If you've got it, flaunt it.' He grinned as he retreated from the changing rooms.

Heather closed the curtain and gazed at herself once more, his comment had bolstered her confidence as she tried to see herself through his eyes, turning this way and that.

'Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound,' she thought as she got dressed.

Having done a picnic and a morning around the pool, Tim suggested that today they may try the beach with Heather happily agreeing, it would give her a chance to wear her new bikini, she thought as she told her son that she knew the perfect spot. It was away from the main beach amongst the dunes and was a lot quieter than the part used by families.

They'd had a light breakfast and again she had packed some nibbles and drinks while Tim put towels and windbreaks in the car. It was only a short drive to reach the car park and the steps going down to the beach and then a couple of hundred yards to where the dunes began. She carried the bags while Tim forged ahead with the towels, blankets and other paraphernalia, turning to grin at her frequently.

With everything set up, she applied lotion to her front, asking Tim to do her back before stretching out on a towel and closing her eyes. Her legs and arms had already caught the sun, what she needed now was for the rest of her body to catch up, a nice tan would emphasise the new bikini she was wearing. She had purposefully laid on her front, that way her eyes would not constantly be drawn to his groin, but she was puzzled as to why he kept glancing across and grinning. She had just turned on to her back and was about to ask him when something happened.

A couple were walking along the beach close to the waterline, the sun was in her eyes despite the sunglasses and so she put her hand up to shade them and got a shock. She looked at Tim and then looked back to the couple just to reassure herself that she was not mistaken in what she saw.

Heather hissed at him through the side of her mouth, 'Tim! Look! That couple. They are naked!'

He propped himself up for a second and glanced in their direction before laying down once more. 'So?'

'What do you mean, can't you see, they are wearing no clothes.'

He raised himself again, resting on his elbows as he turned towards her and started laughing.

'Did you not see the sign?'

'What sign?' Heather enquired.

Tim was holding his sides now as he laughed uproariously, 'The one that said we were entering a naturist area.'

Heather looked around fearfully as though people were suddenly going to jump out wearing nothing but their birthday suits, the look on her face causing her son to laugh even louder. When he eventually quietened down, she busied herself, getting them both a drink, she felt foolish now, she hadn't noticed the sign and was acting like a maiden aunt.

Tim was still smirking and teasing her, 'I will if you will,' he joshed.

With a glass of wine inside her, she wanted to show her son that she wasn't a prude. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea she had ever come up with and she initially felt self-conscious, nevertheless, to prove her point, she reached behind her back, unfastened the bikini top and discarded it before lying back down.

She could feel Tim looking at her tits even though her eyes were closed, consciously she tried to control her breathing, worried that he would notice the rate at which her bosom was rising and falling.

'I know you are staring at me. Please don't, you're making me feel......'

She had purposefully not finished the sentence; she couldn't come out and say what he was making her feel like. Presently, she didn't want him to stare at her tits, she wanted him to touch them, she wanted him to caress her flesh, to tease her nipples and to then explore further down her body where an itch was growing.

Next to her, she felt rather than heard Tim shuffling about but took no notice as she continued to sunbathe, at least it didn't feel like he was looking at her bosom anymore. When she did eventually look in his direction, she was astonished, horrified and aroused to find that he had removed his swim shorts and was now lying next to her completely naked. Perhaps he had misconstrued what she meant when she had told him, 'he was making her feel......' Had he presumed she felt awkward having gone topless while in a way, he was still dressed.

Whatever the reason, she could not divert her gaze from his cock. Lying flat on his stomach, it was impressive even in its present flaccid state and she immediately wondered how it would look erect. Heather knew that there must be the start of a damp patch in her bikini bottoms, her temperature and arousal suddenly soaring as the urgency for sex or to masturbate became uncomfortable.

'I am going for a dip,' she quickly announced, surprised when Tim said he would join her, totally unabashed as he walked with her to the water's edge.

Tim splashed her and so she splashed him back as they frolicked in the sea, slowly moving outwards to where it was deeper until it came up to just above her boobs. He was messing around, swimming this way and that when he suddenly disappeared beneath the water. Heather spinning around the best she could, trying to see where he would surface. When he did, he took he by surprise, coming up directly in front of her as he lifted her partway out. As she slid back down his body, she just unconsciously wrapped her legs around his buttocks, her vagina pressed tightly against his penis.

Their eyes locked together although neither spoke, staying like that for what seemed an eternity to Heather as she felt his cock pushing against her fanny, her tits squashed against his chest. Surely, he must be able to feel her trembling she thought, aware that the water hadn't cooled her ardour, her present position only serving to increase it.

She felt it just before he released her and looked embarrassed, she had felt his shaft jerk against her several times, a sure sign that he had become aroused.

'It's getting cold. I'd better get out and dried,' she suddenly uttered as she turned and made for their towels.

It was several minutes before Tim joined her; his cock flaccid once more as he walked up the beach towards her. He seemed nervous as he dried off and then much to Heather's disappointment, he put his shorts back on.

Something to eat and a few drinks followed before Heather decided to put her top back on, constantly noticing her son secretly gazing at her tits when he thought she wasn't looking.

On the way home, they decided on a takeaway, Heather going to order it while Tim nipped into the off-licence and got himself a pack of beer and a couple of bottles of wine for his mother. It was troubling him, the way his body had begun to react when she had wrapped her legs around him. There was no denying she was attractive, and he'd always wondered why she had never found herself another partner.

The bikini was supposed to have been a bit of fun, but he had taken one look at her and realised that she actually looked sexy in it, her body whilst not slim anymore was still stimulating and erotic, and when she had gone topless that afternoon, he would have liked nothing more than to have been able to caress and kiss her tits.

During their meal, he had gone through two large cans of beer, his mother demolishing two glasses of wine. Afterwards, they had cleared the dishes away before retiring to the lounge to watch tv, his mother pouring another glass while he opened another can.

They had begun at each end of the large couch, but by the time she was pouring herself a fourth glass, her head rested in his lap.

'I don't think a bikini really suits me,' she had suddenly uttered.

With three and a half pints of beer inside him, his words were out of his mouth before he had processed what he had just said, stopping just in time. 'Rubbish! You look hot in it, good enough to fu......'

Her head swivelled from the tv as she looked at him, 'Good enough for what?'

Later, she would put it down to the alcohol she had consumed as she finished the sentence for him, 'Good enough to fuck?' She watched as her son's face suddenly went red and he refused to look at her.

'Is that what you were going to say, Tim?' Heather asked, as she sat up and swivelled around, nearly spilling her drink as she manoeuvred herself.

When at last he did look at her, she could see the intent in his eyes and on his face. 'Yes, you looked good enough to fuck. And yes, before you ask, yes I would.'

His statement had momentarily taken the wind from her sails as he professed his desire to have sex with her and had ignited that fire again in her belly.

Heather felt flustered, what the hell did she say to him, definitely not the truth of what she had been thinking over the last couple of days, there was no way she could admit to her son that she would have liked nothing more than to take him to bed and have him fuck her, she was his mother for god's sake.

Getting to her feet she blustered, 'It's getting late, and I feel tired. I'm going to bed.'

Quickly she disappeared from the lounge leaving Tim completely confused, glancing at the clock he saw that it was only approaching nine, far too early to be thinking of bed. What had come over his mother he wondered, over the last couple of days he had got the impression that what she had maybe been thinking wasn't what you may consider as a normal mother, son, relationship. He had seen her watching him constantly and had lost count of the number of times he had caught her gazing at his nether regions.

With the interest that she was paying in him, it was only time before he started to look at her more closely, she was still very pretty and despite the slight weight gain, she still had a very sexy figure. But it was her tits that captured his attention and he'd thought a couple of times what it may be like to lose himself in them.



When she had brought the subject up of her bikini, he had been taken aback at the thought of not seeing all that exposed flesh, the words out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

He regretted saying anything now as he settled back, finished his beer and got himself another can. Tim was bored, there was nothing on tv and he had finished all the beers which had left him feeling slightly tipsy as he decided to have an early night. It was only ten o'clock as he made for his bedroom, suddenly deciding to apologise to his mother for what had slipped out.

Not wishing to disturb her if she was asleep, he tapped gently on her bedroom door before opening it a little and peering in. The vision that he saw was seared into his brain before eventually she had screamed at him and he had retreated. His mum had been laid on her bed, completely naked with her legs slightly akimbo as her hand, which was between her thighs, rubbed seductively at her fanny. Tim couldn't believe what he was witnessing, his mother was masturbating.

In her bedroom, Heather had been troubled by what her son had just admitted, he had entertained the notion of having sex with her. She was a mature woman, Tim more than half her age and yet he had been flippant at first when he had nearly blurted out that he considered her fit enough to fuck.

Heather was confused, wasn't sex with him something she had been thinking about herself, hadn't she imagined what he may look like naked, his erection sinking into her flesh. Their conversation had been the perfect opportunity, all she had to do was admit that she had been feeling the same and then allow things to happen. Instead, she had acted as though she was still a virgin, flouncing off like a child who had just been told something they did not like.

Undressed and in bed, the thoughts had continued to rumble through her mind, the more she thought about her son the more intense the feeling in her fanny became until eventually she just had to scratch her itch as she lay back, closed her eyes and opened her legs. That first touch sent electric shocks through her, Heather's fingers gently massaging her clitoris, as in her mind she imagined Tim knelt between her thighs, his erection ready to penetrate her cunt.

She inserted one and then a second finger, her hand pumping them into her fanny rapidly, Tim above her as his cock was thrust into her quim. Her climax was close, her other hand abusing her tits as she twisted at her nipples, her hips starting to lift and arch as she sensed her orgasm begin.

Suddenly her bedroom door opened, her son stood open-mouthed as he watched her fingering herself, Heather unable to stop the sensations flooding her body, and then she screamed at him.

'Get out, get out, get out!' Her eyes filling with tears of embarrassment.

By the time Tim was up and about the next morning, his mother had already disappeared. Deciding to go down for a swim, he put on shorts and grabbed a towel, passing through the car park downstairs, he found no sign of their car, his mother must have gone out somewhere early. He saw nothing of her that day, wandering around aimlessly as he alternated between the pool and a walk into town. When she did return early evening, she said nothing to him, going straight to her room.

The following day was a repeat of the previous one and Tim had tired of her behaviour quickly, packing his bags before popping upstairs to tell his grandparents he was leaving early, using the excuse that he had assignments to get done as the reason for his sudden departure.

Heather noticed his bags packed when she entered the apartment, her stomach doing a flip when she realised that he was going. After what he had seen her doing, she had been too embarrassed to face him, what must he think of her. In the lounge, she poured herself a drink, hearing the key in the lock as he entered. He said very little to her other than, 'I'm going to head up home. I'll see you when you get back,' bending to pick up his bags.

'I'm sorry you had to see that. It can't have been a pleasant sight,' Heather said, still not wanting to look at him.

Perhaps it was the tone of his voice, sounding more like the parent and leaving her feeling like the child as he answered her back.

'You need to grow up mum. It was no big deal. So what, you were pleasing yourself, everyone's done it at some time or other. That's no reason to treat me like a child.'

She downed the glass of wine in one, pouring herself another, 'Can I ask you something?'

Tim nodded his head, 'Sure.'

'In the sea, at the beach. Was I arousing you?'

He gave her a shy smile, 'You noticed.' Now it was Heather's turn to nod.

'When you said I looked good enough to...... you know. Was that in general, or something that you had considered?'

He mulled her question over for a second before giving her a lascivious look, 'I suppose it is something I have considered. In that bikini and in particular, topless, you looked especially hot.'

This time Heather did not run away, instead, she gulped down her second glass of wine, Dutch courage for what she was about to suggest. 'Will you take me to bed?'

She allowed Tim to undress her, savouring his ever-changing expressions as he slowly unfastened her summer dress, his eyes bright as he opened it to gaze at lingerie, it was nothing special, just plain white, but it was lacy and transparent in places and she saw him struggling to keep his hands off her which made her chest swell.

She turned so that he could undo her bra and then turning back to him, eased her panties from her hips and let them slip down her legs, stepping out of them as they hit the floor and allowing him to gaze at her nudity.

And now it was her turn as with trembling hands and fingers she pulled his t-shirt over his head. His cut-off trousers were a little harder, Heather having to ease them and his briefs over his substantial erection, her eyes going wide as she saw it properly for the first time.

Always the gentleman, he eased her towards the bed and then before he lowered her to it, he kissed her as her breasts were squashed against his muscular chest and she felt his manhood thrusting against her mound.

Heather felt dizzy, the sensations presently surging through her body made her lightheaded as Tim helped her onto the bed. As much as she was loving his slow tender foreplay, what she needed presently was a good fucking as she opened her legs wide and pulled him between her thighs.

'You can be gentle later. I just want you to fuck me. I need to feel your cock abuse my fanny.'

When his shaft forced her passage to expand, she gasped, having forgotten what it felt like to have a penis inside her after such a long time. She could have used superlatives, instead, she allowed herself to be course, 'Your cock feels so big. Fuck me, fuck my cunt. Oh yes, that's so good. I love it when you thrust it into me.'

Tim's cock was hammering her fanny, his hands constantly on the move as he caressed her body and especially her tits, Heather unable to stop herself from crying out pleasurably as he sucked and teased her right nipple before changing to her left.

'This is fucking fantastic,' she had thought to herself momentarily before the constant thudding of his cock in her fanny brushed the thought away, her hips and bottom leaving the mattress as she rose to meet his thrust, his cock filling her as her passage expanded once again.

Heather was already struggling to hold on, her climax so close that she could taste it as she spurred him on with a greater urgency, his hips now pumping his shaft into her cunt ferociously, his own point of no return imminent.

'Yes, yes, yeesss!' She arched her back, her hands balling into fists as she scrabbled at the sheets, every nerve in her body released as she climaxed, her orgasm so strong that she couldn't breathe or speak properly and then that exquisite culmination as she heard her son call out and felt his hot cum hit the back of her quim.

'Holy shit!' That had been exquisite Heather thought as Tim slumped down next to her, his breathing still loud as he began to relax. Silently she scolded herself for not having let him have his way with her earlier. She felt so overwhelmingly happy, the thought that she had just had sex with her son, not even getting a look in as she watched him turn on his side to face her with a mischievous grin, his hand already heading for her tits again as he stroked the smooth soft ample flesh and she felt that first stirring in her fanny once more.

She had rolled on top of him, her head resting on his shoulder as he softly stroked her hair and then ran his fingers over her back and shoulders, teasing her frequently, as he rubbed the outside edge of her breasts, squashed against his chest.

Sitting upright, Heather straddled his upper thighs, at last, able to give her full attention to his presently flaccid cock, her juices beginning to dry on it. Pulling his foreskin back, she ran her fingers beneath its helmet, the lightest of touches as she teased him and felt his first stirrings as his shaft began to thicken and expand once more. As he got harder, she applied more pressure, sliding her hand and the skin up and down his shaft as she wanked him off, Tim raising his head to watch her.

His cock now was rigid and unyielding, pulsating in her hand as she slid it up and down the throbbing lump of meat.

'Are you going to play with it all day or are you going to let me fuck you?' Tim asked as he came upright for a second, grabbed her head and pulled her forward, kissing her passionately as his hand went to her dangling tits, pinching and twisting at her nipples as Heather tried to groan despite their mouths being glued together.

She could feel her body becoming excited once more, Tim's hand now between her thighs as he managed to insert several fingers into her cunt.

'Wouldn't you rather I do this mum, instead of doing it yourself?' As if to emphasise his point, he jammed them as far up her flue as possible and then wriggled them about inside her passage, his fingertips constantly hitting sensitive nerves which sent powerful signals to her brain.

Heather shook her head, 'Please, call me Heather. I have no quibbles about having sex with you, but it just sounds wrong when you call me mum.'

'Ok then, Heather,' he said as he pushed his cock upright and she felt that first pressure against her pussy, 'Which would you like, my fingers...... or my cock?' As his sentence ended, he rammed his hips upwards, his cock suddenly filling her cunt leaving her with no option but to cry out loudly, her pussy now full of his prick once more.

This time was a lot slower and more tender, Heather constantly leaning over his face, teasingly dangling her tits near his mouth and then pulling away quickly when he raised his head to suck on them. He retaliated by fucking her fast and hard and then stopping completely, her soaring arousal being allowed to slowly diminish while she gasped for breath.

Taking her to the edge and then bringing her back, Tim built his mother's arousal, watching her face keenly as her expressions constantly changed. Heather was hot to trot, her fanny in control of her body as she lowered herself once more onto her son's erection, the sensation as her cunt wrapped itself around his shaft, filled her with a sense of euphoria.

Heather was panting heavily, her constant bouncing on Tim's manhood had brought her nearly to the cusp of her climax. 'Please Tim, please fuck me my darling, fuck me as hard as you can.'

He raised her buttocks and using his feet to give him leverage, began ramming his cock into her fanny fast and hard again, building his momentum as he felt himself closing on his ejaculation. Heather had her eyes closed, her head hanging down and her face covered by her hair as she moaned and swore to herself, and then suddenly she threw herself upright and back, her eyes shooting open as she released a cry of triumph, Tim's shaft burying itself in her cunt every few seconds.

'Oh...... my...... fucking god,' she screeched, her body now shaking as pulsating waves of pleasure rippled through her internally, her quim alive to the slightest touch as her son continued to pound it until with a loud groan, he unleashed a hot spurt of cum inside her, followed by another spurt seconds later, his manhood jerking repeatedly inside her fanny as his hips continued to thrust it deep inside her.

Sweat covered their bodies as they sprawled next to each other on the bed. Heather had her eyes closed as she drifted into a realm somewhere between being awake and asleep, her body and mind exhausted after their lovemaking. She remembered a time when it had been like that with Tim's father before he began to cheat on her, and their relationship had turned sour.

Over the years there had been no one else, she'd had a couple of short liaisons but none of them had felt right and eventually she became accustomed to going without or to using one of her toys which she kept discreetly hidden.

When at last she could move and speak, she felt the need to ask. 'I didn't disappoint, did I?'

Tim turned on his side, his hand stroking her belly and inching lower until she placed her hand on his and stopped his exploring. 'Fucking hell, Heather. You're a great shag.' She laughed at his turn of phrase, asking what he wanted to do for the rest of their holidays and then blushing profusely and laughing louder, his whispered reply leaving her in no doubt as to the things he wanted to do to her for the rest of their stay with her parents.

They had spent the night together, curled around each other as they slept, Heather not wanting to release him from her bed now she had finally got him into it.

For the rest of their break, they had found plenty of opportunities to have sex, Tim never short of ideas and much to her surprise, she had been unfazed about some of the places he had talked her into letting him fuck her. Heather felt like she was twenty again, each day full of anticipation as to when and where he would slide his cock into her cunt.

And then the summer was over, and it was time for Tim to return to university. From the moment they had arrived home, their relationship had flourished, they knew they had to be careful, nevertheless, they found plenty of time, Tim's bedroom getting very little use as most if not all nights they slept together. All this sex hadn't done Heather any harm either, she had lost a few pounds though her bust was still as large as ever, much to her son's delight.

As she ran him down to the station to catch his train back, Heather felt despondent. Tim besides being her son had become her lover and for the next two months, she was going to miss him terribly. If truth be told, she was feeling a little jealous, at university he would be surrounded by young women and a sudden feeling of inadequacy as she compared herself to them had her close to tears.

In the car park, he had glanced around, making sure no one could see them as he leant across and kissed her. Heather didn't want to release him, knowing she was being stupid and then surprised as she felt his hand slide beneath the hem of her dress and then run up the inside of her thigh before he gently rubbed her fanny.

'You keep this warm and ready for me. I'll be back before you know it.'

Tim's next term had seemed to last forever, but at last, they were in December and he would be back home in another week. Heather counting down the days and surprised when she received a call from him one evening.

'Hi, mum. I need to ask a favour of you.'

Heather suddenly felt apprehensive, was he phoning to say he wasn't coming home for Christmas.

'I have a friend at uni, unfortunately, his mum and dad have just separated, and it looks like he and his mother will be spending Christmas in a hotel room. Would you mind awfully if they came to us for Christmas day and boxing day?'

She was so relieved that she was still going to see her son that Heather said 'Yes,' it was only two days, and then she would have Tim all to herself again. Normally they would go down to her parents or they would come up to her, but this year they were going abroad for Christmas so it would only have been her and Tim.

'You realise that he will have to share your bedroom,' she told him, Tim telling her it was no problem and that he would see her soon.

He arrived home the following week, his friend in tow. Stefan was the same age as Tim, a very handsome young man with blond hair and who looked like he may have some Danish or Swedish ancestry somewhere along the line. Heather couldn't help but smile as the two of them teased each other after Stefan had shaken her hand, having kept hold of it for longer than normal as he appraised her with his piercing blue eyes.

The plan was that Stefan was going to stay with them for the next few days and then he and Tim would drive across and pick his mother up on Christmas Eve.

He was no trouble at all, during the day he and Tim would pop out down to the local pub after which they would spend the evening with Heather.

The only thing that troubled Heather at times was the way that Stefan looked at her as though mentally undressing her. He had come into the kitchen one evening while she was washing the dishes after tea, offering to dry while she washed. Standing very close to her, his eyes continually watched her bosom which only made it rise and fall faster, Heather getting quite heated under his constant gaze.

'Has anyone told you that you are a very beautiful woman,' he suddenly said, taking her by surprise as she began to blush.

When she got her son alone later, she told him, Tim laughing as he told her that Stefan fancied her. 'He's got the hots for you mum. You'll have to be careful, or he'll be after getting you into bed.' He didn't seem overly bothered that his friend thought of his mother sexually.

Heather dismissed it as a young man's flight of fancy, the only person she was after bedding at the moment was Tim and she was finding it difficult with another presence in the house.

The day before Christmas eve, Tim and Stefan invited Heather out for a drink that evening. They'd had a wonderful time, all of them drinking more than they should. When they got back, Tim went straight up to bed while Stefan stayed downstairs chatting to Heather as she poured them both a glass of wine.

She had turned the tv on, flicking through the channels until she came across one playing music, 'Come dance with me,' Stefan had said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. Holding her tightly they danced around the lounge, her breasts squashed against his chest and at every opportunity, he pushed his groin against hers. What with the drink, Heather was feeling aroused, wondering if she could find some way that Tim could visit her tonight?

Preoccupied with her thoughts she was surprised when he kissed her, his lips pressed forcefully against her own. She perhaps should have stopped it there and then, instead, she returned his kiss, allowing herself to get lost in it until she felt his hand raising the front of her dress. She had been about to object, but as she suddenly felt the hand placed on her fanny, she capitulated, allowing it to delve inside her knickers as a finger opened her pussy lips and slid inside her.

Her legs refused to support her as Stefan moved her back towards the couch and eased her down before kneeling between her open legs. Glancing into her eyes, he slid the hem of her dress upwards until he had fully exposed her panties, his thumb rubbing at her quim as Heather's arousal continued to grow. She allowed him to remove them, his finger sliding back inside her cunt as he finger-fucked her, Heather raising her legs and opening them wider as she tried to catch her breath and stifle the groans which may disturb her son upstairs.



'What the hell was she doing?' She started to ask herself, dismissing the question as he knelt upright and unfastened his trousers, pushing them down and exposing his erect cock.

'I have been wanting you so much,' he told her as he inched forward and speared her with his cock, thrusting it into her fanny as the both of them grunted with satisfaction.

Heather unbuttoned the front of her dress and opened it wide before scooping both breasts from their cups while Stefan looked on, eyes ablaze. His hands immediately went to her tits, squeezing them forcefully as his shaft continued to plough her fanny, and then he leant forward, licking and sucking at her nipples before nipping them between his teeth.

Heather's fanny squelched with each thrust, her juices pouring from her and her climax imminent as Stefan fucked her faster and harder, his balls banging against her arse each time his shaft hammered into her cunt. And then she was cumming, her eyes staring glassily at him as her orgasm exploded and she felt his seed splash the inside of her vagina.

Heather awoke the next morning her mind in a whirl, what had she done, she had let a young man, her son's friend whom she had known for less than a week fuck her. No matter how good it had felt, she was overcome with guilt at the thought that she had cheated on Tim, no matter how ridiculous that sounded. She could not deny she had enjoyed the sex, but what would Tim say when she told him or had Stefan already said something.

Heather was nervous when her son came downstairs, but he said nothing out of the ordinary to her and eventually, she began to relax, convinced that Stefan had said nothing to him.

Tim and Stefan went out after lunch to pick Stefan's mother up from the hotel, Heather casting her gaze around the house to make sure everything was perfect before her second guest arrived.

Stefan resembled his mother Maxine, she had blond hair like her son and was tall and slim, elegantly dressed in a two-piece outfit. When she spoke, her English was perfect, but Heather detected an accent in there somewhere, guessing with her looks that maybe her parents or grandparents had been Nordic.

Maxine was profusely thankful for the invite, having brought Heather and Tim a present each. Heather was apologetic for not having bought anything herself, but Maxine would have none of it.

'You are giving us the best present possible, Christmas with a family instead of a hotel room. It is so very good of you.'

Once the ice was broken the two women got on perfectly well, discussing preparations for the next day and attacking the bottles of wine in the fridge. As Heather prepared an evening meal, Tim came into the kitchen.

'What do you think of Maxine?' He asked.

'I like her,' Heather replied, 'She seems very nice.'

'Good, that's very good.' His remark seemed strange; what did it matter how much she liked the other woman.

Tim seemed to be hovering for some reason, as though he wanted to ask something but didn't know how to start. Popping his head out of the kitchen door, Stefan and Maxine were ensconced in front of the television, deep in conversation.

He seemed nervous as he grabbed hold of Heather, moving her across the room. 'I need to ask you something but at the same time, I don't want to upset you.'

Heather felt nervous and scared, what could he ask that may upset her.

'Would you mind if I slept with Maxine?' He suddenly blurted it out, looking fearfully at her as though she may suddenly explode.

'What? Every night. Are you two having an affair?'

Tim shook his head, 'No, not like that. I mean, if I got the chance, would you mind if I had sex with her. Nothing is going on between us, she doesn't even know that I fancy her. I'm just saying.'

Heather nearly laughed, 'And what about me?'

'As soon as they leave, we can have as much sex as you want. I don't want that to stop, but I can't exactly take you out, like a girlfriend or anything. It's going to have to be something we always keep secret.' Tim was pacing nervously back and forth, looking embarrassed and like a child waiting for a much-desired answer. Heather couldn't say 'No,' could she, not after what she had already done and so nodded her head.

Christmas had gone so well that Heather had invited Stefan and his mother to stay on until the new year despite her craving to get her son in the sack. Stefan was making it obvious that he wanted to fuck her again whilst Maxine and Tim seemed to get on like a house on fire. It was just that with four people in the house, the opportunities for sex were far from abundant if anything they were highly restricted.

Something had disturbed Heather and as she was bursting for the loo, she slid quietly from her bed, careful not to disturb anyone else in the house as she tip-toed along the landing, heading for the toilet at the far end. It was three days after Christmas and another four until the new year and they had all sat up drinking and talking, the two lads having them in fits of laughter with their jokes.

Passing the guest bedroom, she was convinced she heard voices within, stopping for a moment to listen to the noises. What she heard did not sound like a conversation, much to her astonishment, it sounded like two people trying very quietly to have sex. Finished in the toilet, she didn't flush it, not wanting to alert whoever was in the guest room to her presence.

She had already walked past Tim's room when she suddenly wondered if her son was in the other room with Maxine. 'It had been a week since she had last been fucked,' she thought, 'Well if her son was getting some, why shouldn't she?'

She turned around and carefully opened Tim's bedroom door, expecting to find Stefan on the camp bed they had erected in there. It took her a moment to see properly, puzzled to see the camp bed empty and someone curled up in Tim's bed. It was only as she sat on the edge of the bed that she realised that the person asleep was her son.

Heather's hand went to her mouth before she could make any noise, her brain creating mental images as the realisation hit her. If Tim was here and two people next door were having sex...... that meant that Stefan was fucking his mother!

She was shocked as she made her way back to her bedroom, what were the chances that two mothers in the same house were both having sex with their son's, it was so infinitesimal that she began to convince herself that she had been mistaken by what she had heard.

The next morning when she got a moment alone with Tim, she asked him, trying to phrase the question subtly. 'Did you know Stefan was in his mother's room in the early hours of this morning?'

He shook his head, but the look on his face told Heather that he knew more than he was saying. 'I presumed they were having a conversation, but it sounded like...... you know.'

Tim glanced around conspiratorially, lowering his voice as he whispered, 'Stefan sleeps with Maxine on occasions. They have sex together.'

Heather was astounded, asking how her son knew.

'It slipped out one night when we were drunk.

'Does he know about us?' Heather just had to ask, fearful that their secret could become public knowledge and feeling less anxious when Tim shook his head.

Heather was in two minds as to whether she should say something to Maxine or not, had Stefan told his mother that he'd had sex with their host. Instead, she got Stefan alone during the day, Maxine and Tim having decided to go out for a walk.

'I heard sounds coming from your mother's bedroom last night.'

'Ah,' he replied, not committing himself to anything.

'I wondered if it may have been Tim in there and so I went to check the bedroom.'

Stefan smiled, slightly embarrassed, 'Ah, Tim has told you?' Heather nodded her head. 'And does it change things?' This time she shook her head.

He had inched nearer to her, 'You know they will be out for at least another thirty minutes,' he said as he moved closer, his arms going around her waist and sliding down onto her buttocks. Before Heather could say anything, he had picked her up as he carried her across to the dining table and laid her on its surface.

Again, she hadn't stopped him, the excitement of what they were about to do overcoming any inhibitions she may have had. She watched as he unfasted his pants, pushing them down to his ankles as his cock sprung free, this time not even bothering to remove her panties as he pushed her skirt up to her waist, pulled the gusset of her knickers to one side and slid his cock into her.

'Jesus, it felt so good,' Heather thought excitedly, eager as his fingers unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it from her skirt and opening it wide before pushing her bra upwards as he released her tits, his hands automatically fondling and caressing them as he teased her nipples.

With her legs wrapped around Stefan's waist, his hips thrust his cock into her cunt as she felt her arousal build steadily. She was captivated by what he was doing to her, Heather's only disappointment was that it would be another quicky, what she wouldn't have given for a long slow session in her bed.

She held her legs up high and tried to open her legs wider to give him greater access, stunned when Stefan suddenly withdrew his shaft and looked at her mischievously. She didn't know what he had in mind when he removed her panties, but soon found out when she felt his knob pressed against her anus.

Heather gasped loudly as his cock slid up her arse causing a sensation that she had completely forgotten about. She could see he was excited as he sodomised her and especially when he asked her, 'Play with yourself, Heather. I want to watch as you play with your fanny.

Heather did it for him, he supported her legs as her hands went to her groin, one hand gaping her cunt as the other rubbed frantically at her clit. She was a sloppy mess down below but at that moment she couldn't care less, she could feel her mounting arousal edging nearing, several fingers now jammed in her cunt as she frigged herself while Stefan's cock continued to be thrust up her shitter. Stefan beat her to it by seconds as she felt his cock jerk in her arse and the blast of semen that was sprayed into her. Heather strained as she climaxed, her fingers keeping her orgasm going as she continued to jab them into her fanny until her hand and arm became exhausted and she slumped back onto the table as Stefan's cock slipped from her back passage.

She needed to clean up as she bent and picked up her knickers, heading for the bathroom. As she reached the top of the stairs she heard voices from the rear, Tim and Maxine returning from their walk. She breathed a sigh of relief, she and Stefan had only just finished in time, another few minutes and they would have been caught.

The following evening the two lads went down to the pub leaving Heather and Maxine alone as she opened a bottle of wine. It was Maxine who broached the subject.

'I thought it only fair to ask. Would you have any objections if Tim dated me for a while? I am under no illusions that it will last forever, he is young, and I am a lot older. We are not talking wedding bells or anything silly like that, it is just a relationship with benefits until it ends.'

'I don't mind.' Heather said after a momentary hesitation, 'Tim has already asked me.' Maxine seemed surprised, asking when her son had spoken to her.

'He asked me the week before Christmas. When he phoned to see if you and Stefan could stay.'

Maxine raised her eyebrows, 'Oh, I see.'

Heather couldn't help but grin as she topped up the other woman's glass. 'He told me he had the hots for you,' She divulged with a laugh.

'Ah, I see. As does my son Stefan for you,' Maxine countered as both women grinned at each other.

'Yes, I know. Your son is very persuasive.' Heather took the bull by the horns, she liked Stefan's mother and she thought it only fair that as they were discussing their son's, that Maxine knew the truth.

'I presume he hasn't told you, but he has already slept with me.' So, Stefan hadn't told his mother as Maxine seemed genuinely surprised. 'But there is something I wanted to ask you about.'

Heather decided she needed to slow down, as they chatted her glass was emptying too quickly, and she was beginning to feel lightheaded. Perhaps that was why she ploughed on with her question.

'I believe you and Stefan have sex!' Maxine looked dumbstruck; a look of sheer horror plastered across her face at the prospect that someone knew her secret. 'How did it start?' Heather asked.

Maxine looked embarrassed and scared, her head going down and refusing to look Heather in the face as the glass in her hand trembled. Heather leaned forward, placing her hand atop Maxine's.

'It's ok, your secrets safe. You are not the only one, you know.'

Maxine's head shot up, her eyes going wide with astonishment. 'What. You and Tim?' She hissed, Heather, nodding her head ever so slightly as she tried to stop herself from grinning like a maniac.

With this newfound knowledge in common, the two women lost track of time and how much they had consumed as they swapped stories and explained to each other how their illicit relationships had started.

Heather really did like Maxine, recognising that she was going to miss her when she left after the new year. It had been nice to have someone of her own age to chat to and exchange confidences, especially now having found out they were both having sex with their sons.

Maxine was speaking out loud, as much to herself as she was to Heather. 'I had no plans when you invited me and Stefan for Christmas, but I'm thinking now, that around here may be an ideal place to live. We could meet up when the boys are at university, and when they return, I can see Tim if I wish, and you can see Stefan.' She said this with a hint of mischief evident on her face.

'And, if or when we want...... we can swap over?' She looked to Heather to see if her suggestion was acceptable.

Heather grinned back, it was the best solution for all concerned, they could go out as a foursome or even as a two-some without anyone raising an eyebrow, and then when the need arose, she could still sleep and have sex with Tim, Maxine doing likewise.

The two lads returned to find their mothers in high spirits, laughing and joking and sounding highly mysterious but refusing that evening to tell either of them what they had been discussing.

'You're going to have to wait until the New Year,' was all Maxine would say as the two women giggled uproariously.

Heather did not know what Maxine had in mind from her last comment, but as she settled down in bed that night, she was looking forward to it in anticipation. The thought of having some kind of relationship with Stefan aroused her and then the fact that she could continue sleeping with her son just seemed like the icing on the cake to her. The thought of it all only increased the itch down below, but tonight she was determined to wait a little longer to have it scratched.

New Year's Eve, they went out as a group into town, it was noisy and crowded in each of the bars they visited, the drinks slowly mounting up as they moved from one establishment to the next, midnight quickly approaching. They had all had more than sufficient to drink as the night came to a close and they slowly made their way towards home.

Heather staggered along, her arm through Stefan's as he helped keep her upright, his mother Maxine with her arm through Tim's, following on behind. Despite the chilliness of the evening, at one point Maxine had dragged him into a shop doorway as she pressed her body against him.

'I've got a late Christmas present for you when we get back.' She took his hand and slipped it inside her coat and then pressed it against her breast, her lips latching on to Tim's as his hand massaged the small firm flesh that was her tits. With her tongue exploring his mouth, her hand had slipped down to his groin, massaging his quickly expanding erection as his hand continued playing with her breasts.

'I want you to fuck me tonight. I want you to sink this cock into my cunt,' she said as she squeezed his manhood.

He had been about to comment on his mother and Stefan, but Maxine had interrupted him. 'You don't have to worry about them, your mother is going to be far too occupied to wonder what you are doing.'

Heather and Stefan had already disappeared by the time they arrived home, Maxine dragging Tim upstairs towards her bedroom and then closing the door behind them as she asked him to undress her.

She seemed to have dressed that evening specifically for this moment as he unfastened her blouse, his mouth falling open as he caught sight of the black and red basque she was wearing. She turned so that he could unzip her skirt and then sexily wriggled her hips as she eased it over them and let it fall to the floor before stepping out of it.

She was truly a sight to behold as she stood and posed, the basque accompanied by tiny black lace panties and the straps from the upper garment holding up sheer black stockings which encased her shapely legs, turning her into a masturbatory fantasy. Maxine did not need to ask Tim to undress, in a flash he had disrobed, his cock pointing skywards in anticipation of what was to come as she gazed at it with a leering grin.

Despite his initial desire for a fast and furious, Tim had the sense to imagine that Maxine would require something a little more tender and passionate as he hoisted her in his arms and carried her to the bed, making her giggle like a schoolgirl as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Stretching out on the bed with her arms above her head caused her small tits to pop free, Tim immediately enamoured by her darker areola and large nipples, now hard and erect as her gaze continued to be firmly fixed on his cock.

She raised her bottom as he pulled her panties down, her mound free of any covering and her opening labia prominent. Tim was fascinated by her large piss flaps, lying prone between her open thighs to get a better look. He could smell her sex and some exotic perfume, a heady mix that assailed his nostrils as he inched closer and took an exploratory taste of her fanny, a sweet sensation, reminiscent of strawberries.

Spreading her butterfly-shaped lips, he speared her with his tongue, Maxine grinding her fanny against his mouth as she cooed her appreciation. Before he could explore further Maxine had moved, repositioning him farther up the bed as she swivelled around so that they now lay top to toe. The feeling of her stocking-clad legs wrapping around him was arousing as he licked and kissed her pink moist interior, his body suddenly jerking as she gripped his cock firmly and then he felt the warmth of her mouth envelope his knob, her tongue circling the plump head as she teased it, her hand sliding slowly up and down his rigid shaft.

In the other bedroom, Heather was on all fours, Stefan's cock buried deep up her arse as his hand reached around and between her legs, his fingers spreading her pussy as he teased and softly rubbed her clit. She was panting as her arousal steadily built, this was what she had been waiting for, a slow steady sex session rather than the quick fuck they had resorted to previously.

Every few minutes, he would alternate, slipping from her arse and ramming it back into her fanny as he fucked her rapidly, bringing her to the brink and then whipping his cock out and shoving it back up her arse, Heather reaching a stage where she was ready to beg Stefan to let her climax.

Tim's cock was frantically throbbing, Maxine's mouth performing tricks he had never thought of as he knew he must stop her soon or fill her mouth with his cum. Her hips and mound were gyrating against his mouth as she tried to tell him she was near, but it was difficult with her mouth full of his cock.



And then she was bucking about on the bed, his cock forgotten as her orgasm had her stretching and straining, her lower half held firmly as Tim's tongue continued to penetrate her cunt, his mouth and face wet with her juices as she cried her ascending release.

At the last second, Stefan withdrew and rolled Heather over, diving back between her thighs as he slammed his cock back into her cunt and fucked her as fast as he could, rewarded as she cried out, her fanny now a sloppy mess which he added to as he ejaculated inside her wet passage.

Heather was floating, her body alive to the slightest touch as her orgasm made her soar, the sensation showing no sign of diminishing as Stefan's cock continued to plunder her quim, squelching noises and the slap of flesh filling the bedroom as the bedhead bounced against the wall.

Tim was between Maxine's thighs, her stocking legs wrapped around his buttocks as he fucked her, each thrust aided as she pulled him deeper into her cunt, wailing each time his shaft filled her passage and made her internals expand. The sensations were slowly overpowering her brain as she pulled his head down towards her, her mouth pressing firmly against his lips as she gave him a wet sloppy kiss and tried to cry out at the same time.

And then she was flying free, her orgasm causing every nerve ending to send powerful signals, her body thrashing beneath him as she professed her love and felt his cock jerk rapidly inside her and then felt that first spurt of semen as it the back of her fanny.

Perhaps it was more than coincidence that both women found themselves in the same position as they straddled their partner's hips, both Tim and Stefan's cocks brought back to full erections and inserted into extremely moist pussy's once more.

Both lads took the chance to recover as they watched the woman they were with, rising and falling on their shafts. Heather's tits bounced with her movement, something that Stefan could not take his eyes away from, his hands constantly catching them and squeezing firmly.

Maxine sat upright as she straddled Tim's hips, she could feel his cock jerk sporadically inside her cunt as she slowly undid the straps attached to her stocking before reaching behind her as she unfastened the basque and displayed her slim body to him as she tossed it to one side.

Despite her age, Tim considered she had the body of a woman many years younger, her small breasts still pert as they jutted from her chest, but it was her nipples that aroused him, in her excited state they had extended, now over half an inch long and he could not stop his hands from rising to them as he rolled each teat between fingers and thumbs.

Again, perhaps it was a coincidence that within minutes of each other, both women climaxed, cocks pounding their cunts into submission as their orgasms had them calling out loud and clear and yet both couples were too involved to hear.

As they lay side by side, still breathing heavily and slowly recovering, Tim was looking forward to spending the night with Maxine, there were other things he wanted to try before he became completely exhausted. She had been well worth waiting for, all woman with a body that excited him, and he was just getting settled when she said the strangest thing.

'That was exquisite and I'm sure that in the weeks to come we will repeat tonight many times. But for the moment, I believe your mother will be waiting for you. Please send my son to me, will you.'

Tim couldn't believe it; this had been his and Stefan's plan all along. Once the cat was out of the bag, they had formed an alliance, how many times would you come across someone who was also fucking their mother? It hadn't been hard to discreetly acquire naked images of their mum's, both of them agreeing that the other's respective parent was definitely worth getting into bed.

They had thought it would be a long-drawn-out process, Stefan had told Tim that his parents were going through a rough patch, but he'd had no idea they were going to separate and then Christmas had been dropped into their laps. Neither woman had known each other and then suddenly as luck would have it, they were all thrown together and within a couple of weeks, nature had taken its course.

Tim passed Stefan on the landing, both lads grinning insanely as they silently high-fived and gave each other the thumbs up. Momentarily they stopped at each corresponding bedroom door, turning for one last fist-pump before Tim turned the handle and entered his mother's bedroom.

Heather was propped up against the pillows, one leg raised and the other akimbo, her fanny seeming to sparkle in the dim light and still covered in love juices as she gave her son a sexy smile and beckoned him towards her. As he moved towards the bed, she seemed to glow with satisfaction and excitement, his cock quickly thickening as it came erect and he pounced on her, his mother giggling as she opened her legs for him, and he sank his flesh into her once more.

It seemed that their mothers had perhaps got wind of their plan, they expected this part to have taken weeks if not months to accomplish, Tim was thinking, as he slowly started to fuck Heather. Inwardly he grinned, if this were only after a couple of weeks, how long before each of their mothers could be persuaded to entertain both him and Stefan in their bed at the same time, or better still, the four of them all occupying the same bed.

Only the future would tell.




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