"What's it going to take to make you stay? Do I have to show you a tit?" My mum said.
"It might be a start." I replied cheekily.
This was a long, ongoing argument with my mum. OK, the tit thing was new, but the argument wasn't. And I was sure she wasn't serious.
I was 20, working and wanted to move out. OK, I knew I'd struggle financially, but living at home with just my mum now, was hard. Dad had walked out ten years ago, and I don't think anyone really missed him. My sister, who is now 23, moved out at 18 to go to uni, and effectively never came back. Apart from a few visits.
I felt like mum was trying to keep me as her baby and refused to accept I was a grownup. Dad had been a drinker, but never a drunkard. Which is about the best thing I can think to say about him. And as a result, mum refused to have any alcohol in the house. Not that it stopped my sister, but that's another story. I could cope with that, or work around it, but the real reason was girls.
My mum refused to let me bring any girl into the house. Let alone stay the night. It's one thing if you're 18 and can't bring a girl back, but as you get older saying your mum won't let you. Makes you look like a mummy's boy. My friends were saving to get a deposit on a house and we'd all pile in together. It would be basic, but sometimes the need for sex overrides the other creature comforts of home.
I was standing at the kitchen sink rinsing out a glass with my back to mum, when she said 'Fine!' in an exasperated tone.
I turned and goggled at what I saw. She was wearing an ankle length towelling robe, but most importantly, she'd pulled one side open and was exposing her left breast to me. I blinked and tore my eyes away. Mum was staring at the ceiling.
"How long?" escaped my mouth, and I was shocked I'd said that.
"30 seconds."
"2 minutes, surely," I countered automatically, without thinking about it.
And she glanced at me. It was something of a family trait, negotiating like that. Although never for such a prize.
"1 minute and not a second longer."
I suppose I should describe mum first. She's 43, curvy without being fat. Short, and as it turned out with amazing tits. OK, I'm assuming the other one was just as good. The breast was easily a full C cup, perhaps even a D. As I watched her nipple rise to a stiff little gum drop, it made my mouth water.
"Time's up." She said and covered up before hurrying off.
"That was never a minute," I called after her.
Well, that was a turn up for the books. I don't think I'd ever seriously thought about mum like that before. She was just mum. She'd worked in the same accounting company since before I was born. Taking a few years off when I was a baby. She dressed smartly for work, but usually changed into something baggy and comfortable as soon as she got home.
I shook my head and tried to reassure myself that she'd actually done that! It seemed almost too alien to wrap my head around. And by the time we sat down to watch some Saturday night TV together, I'd pushed it to the back of my mind.
However, mum came in from the kitchen with a glass of wine. Which was new.
"I suppose you're going to expect something like that as payment for you not moving out every Saturday from now on?"
My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I was going to say, of course not, or many other denials. Instead, I muttered it hadn't been a full minute. She laughed and flipped a spot of wine at me. I pretended to catch it in my mouth, and we sat back to watch the TV.
From time to time, I found my eyes wandering over, to see her next to me. My gaze dropped to look at her chest and remembered the impressive breast from that morning. I was sure mum saw that, as her cheeks coloured a little, but she didn't comment.
About halfway through the night, she went into the kitchen and returned with another glass of wine. She sat and I couldn't help but notice the bounce of her boobs as she did. But I swear, there was a look of satisfaction on her face, that I'd looked.
We watched the next show, and she stood and said she was going to bed. Then asked if I was going to join her. I smirked, and she blushed, hastily correcting herself about our own beds. I said I'd be up a little longer, and she nodded. Then surprised me and bent, touched my shoulder to steady herself, and kissed the top of my head.
It was something she did when I was a kid, but these days she could only do it when I sat as I towered over her. Of course, when I was a kid, I'd not just seen her naked boob, and having them just in front of my face, reinforced what I'd seen.
As she walked off, I swear she had a suppressed smirk on her face. OK, that was a weird day. But it seemed only to be the first.
Chapter 2
With mum drinking wine at the weekend, I risked bringing home some cans of beer. I got a disapproving look, but she said nothing, when I ensured she had wine in as well.
Normally I don't pay that much attention to mum in the evening. We rarely said more than a few words together, so it was Wednesday before I noticed the change. She wore conservative blouses and skirts to work, but always changed when she got home. Usually into a jumper or sweatshirt. But on Wednesday, I noticed she still wore her work clothes. But something was off about the way she moved.
"Mum, are you wearing a bra?" I asked and regretted blurting it out.
Mum's cheeks flushed, but she sat and continued to eat, as if I'd not said anything. However, as I watched, I saw the definite bulge of her nipples pushing at the material.
"Why?" I asked eventually.
"If I have to get your attention to stay, I figured I'd need more than just Saturday mornings."
Not knowing what else to say, I said, "Thanks!"
"Really?" She looked down. "But I'm an old..."
"Stop right there, mum." I said with a sternness I'd never used on her before. "You're not old. You are more mature. But from what I saw, you outclass any of my girlfriends."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You really should get another guy in your life."
It was something my sister had said for nearly a decade, and I'd come around to the idea, as I got older.
"But I have you." She said and squeezed my hand. Not for what I was thinking about for her; she didn't.
On Thursday, I was eager to see her walk into the kitchen braless, and offered to help prepare our meal. I know it makes me sound like a bad son, that I need unfettered boobs to help, but they're boobs!
On Friday I got a text to say she'd be a little late as she was having a drink after work for somebody's birthday. I was disappointed but prepared our meal, feeling a little guilty that I'd been freeloading around the house a while.
She was closer to two hours late when she walked in, and I watched as she carefully hung up her jacket with the precision of the drunk. As she turned to face me, I was astonished. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her blouse was a little sheer.
"Did you go to work like that?" I asked, nodding at her bust.
She flushed and shook her head.
"No, we were in the bar and the coaster under my G&T stuck to the glass. It fell into my lap, and I jumped and splashed my drink over my blouse. I rushed to the bathroom to take it off and my bra was soaked and stank of gin. I was able to dry my blouse under the hot air dryer, and Clair said I should tuck my bra into my handbag."
I grinned and nodded. Clair was the youngest and wildest of the women mum worked with, so it proved how drunk mum was, to go with what she said.
"I bet you were popular back in the bar?" I queried.
She blushed and then nodded with an embarrassed grin.
"Everyone was looking at me. I didn't know where to look."
"I bet they did," I muttered.
"Poor old Henry, he kept looking and then looking away. Obviously embarrassed for me, with my big old saggy boobs on display."
"They aren't saggy, mum." I replied, and before I could stop myself, I'd cupped them in my hands. Lifting them slightly to show her.
She froze and looked at me wide eyed. Oopsie. God! They felt good in my hands. But I removed my hands casually.
"Dinner's ready." I said and walked away as if nothing had happened.
"You made dinner? I expected to come home and have to start with you following me with your tongue out."
'I might have, but not for food,' I thought.
We ate, and I teased her a little about the men in the bar and Henry. He worked with her and was about her age, divorced, and somewhat shy. I hinted that after her performance he might ask her out now. She looked like she'd not object but was too set in her ways to ask him out herself.
It was a little surreal teasing mum while we both knew I was ogling her breasts, partially visible through the blouse. I knew mum's cheeks weren't just flushed from the booze. Her nipples appeared to have been hard from the moment she'd walked in. I was a little disappointed that she headed to bed after eating.
I was awake early on Saturday and not happy to be. I played football on and off for a local pub team and I'd received a text late at night asking me to play. It was always the last minute, which annoyed me the most. I was in the kitchen finishing my coffee, when mum walked in and seemed surprised to see me.
She was wearing a navy-blue robe I'd never seen before. Possibly satin or silk, with some black embroidery over the chest. But most notable, was how short it was. It probably ended 3 inches below her bum.
"I've not seen you wear that before." I said, and she looked down.
"Going through some stuff and found this packed away. I think I had this before I met your dad. It's a bit small."
"Compared to that thing you usually wear, yeah. Dye that old robe brown, and it's a good stand in for a monk's habit. That's far nicer. You look great and if you don't mind me adding. You have amazing legs."
"You've seen them before."
'Not that much,' I thought. But I said, "Not often, and I'd say the sun hasn't seen them in a quintillion years."
"They aren't that pale, are they?"
I mimed being blinded and groping about.
"Football?" she asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah, I'd better go."
"So, you want your payment now or later?" She tried to sound casual.
I frowned until I realised what she meant. I wanted to say it was a joke that got out of hand. Then I remembered how she seemed to get some kick out of it. If she was digging out clothes she'd not worn in years. Perhaps she was reconsidering dating, and if so, I should encourage her. Which sounds better in my head than asking to see her tits again.
"Now, I assume. You never were patient."
"Neither are you," I countered.
She stepped close and pulled the robe open, exposing the right breast fully to me. I let out a moan of pleasure and she sniggered.
"Men!" She chuckled, and the slight wobble did wonderful things to her smooth flesh.
She tried to act like it was an unpleasant task, but if she was so against this, then why was her nipple rapidly hardening?
"What are you thinking right now?" she asked suddenly.
"That I hate I have to go to football."
"Seriously, if I'm doing this, I deserve a truthful answer."
Fuck!
"I'm thinking of a rapidly expanding list of things I'd like to do, but you'd kill me if I did."
"Like what?"
Oh hell! "Starting with something like this and getting worse from there."
I leant in and placed a light kiss on the upper slope of her exposed breast. Forgetting that my beard hair would brush over her nipple and areola. Mum gasped but didn't pull back. So, I sat back, then she moved back a little.
I glanced down and nearly groaned again. In pulling the robe open to expose her breast, it had freed the belt slightly. Allowing a gap to form and allowed me to make out her pubic hair region. She was trimmed, but quite hairy.
I quickly stood, and she backed off another step. I headed to the door.
"If you go, you lose your time." She said,
"That's not fair! You did kinda sprung it on me." I turned back to see she'd not covered up, and the gap below was wide enough to make out the hint of her slit through the hair.
I stepped back toward her hurriedly. A hint of worry gathered in her eyes.
"You are beautiful, mum." I reached out and pulled the cloth over her exposed breast. OK, I might have slightly copped a feel, slightly.
Then I leant in and kissed her lightly on the lips. It wasn't all passion and stuff, but we'd never kissed on the lips before.
I sucked at football, as I was too distracted, but the other side was a player short, so it evened out.
The next week passed fairly uneventfully. Yes, mum would be braless, and sometimes she wore sheer blouses I'd never seen her in without a camisole. But we chatted and talked far more freely than ever before. Grown up stuff about life, rather than family and the house.
Chapter 3
I'd been awake for a few minutes on Saturday morning. Trying to decide if I should head to the bathroom or make use of my erection for my favourite pastime. I'd gone for option 2 when the door swung open. Causing my hand to shoot out from under the covers at about the speed of sound. Mum came in, carrying a tray.
"Have you heard of knocking?" I said.
"How?" She gestured to the tray in her hands. "You haven't forgotten you promised to help me in the garden today?"
I groaned and nodded.
She came closer and paused as she saw the bulge under my covers. I snatched the tray to hide it.
"I wanted to feed you up for today." She nodded to the toasted bacon sandwich and coffee.
She came around the other side of the bed and slipped in next to me, making me nervous. I was naked and hard, and she was wearing the short blue robe.
"Unfortunately, I need the toilet and I'm naked," I said. Moving the tray onto the bed between us.
"I won't look." She replied and turned her face away and covered her eyes with her hand.
It's mum, right? She won't look, surely. I jumped from the bed, but as I pulled open the door, I looked back to see she was looking in my direction. Her fingers over an eye, wide open. Crap! I was naked and extremely hard. Her eyes widened seeing that, and I fled to the bathroom.
Returning afterwards wrapped in a towel.
"That was naughty of you. Peeking like that."
"I figured if you were seeing me, I should see you."
"I'm seeing you in instalments, not everything."
"Oh right." She said, seeming to remember her strange deal.
I pulled the tray onto my lap again, while she pulled her robe open and exposed both breasts at once.
She did it so easily. I couldn't imagine this was my mum from a few weeks ago. Mum reached out and nibbled a little bacon from the edge of my sandwich.
"You get to see them until you finish breakfast."
"You realise I could eat this so slow; the coffee would congeal."
She sniggered, and the effect was glorious to see the wobble.
"OK, three minutes. Otherwise, they go away forever."
I gulped some coffee and took a bite from my sandwich and stared. Mum looked around the room, but I could tell she was watching from the corner of her eyes. And the semi smirk on her face, told me I wasn't the only one enjoying this game.
When I finished, mum took the tray from me and slid from the bed. As she stood, I got a flash of her bum as the robe had pulled back, sliding across the bed. However, as she walked to the end of the bed and headed to the door, I saw the bottom had pulled open again. It gave me a full view of her pubes. This time, I could clearly see her slit.
She must have seen my gaze, but with the tray at her waist and her breasts still out, she looked confused. Until she opened the door, and the waft of moving air must have told her what happened. She stood in the doorway facing me and froze at the realisation. Then, a moment later, she turned and bounded down the stairs.
With the tray in front of her, I was worried she'd fall, so I jumped from the bed and wrestled on boxer shorts. My erection struggled to remain inside. I followed mum to see her rinsing the dishes in the sink, but her hands were trembling.
I wanted to reassure her and reached out to hold her shoulder. Planning on leaning over and pressing my cheek to mum's. However, the universe had other plans. In mum's haste, she'd splashed water or something on the floor, so as I stepped close my left leg shot out from under me.
I slammed into mum and pressed her hard against the edge of the sink. To stop myself from falling, I gripped the sink with white knuckles while mum gripped the far side of the sink. As the pain from stubbing my toes into the kick board subsided, I realised the situation was worse.
Before we get to that, I should remind you that mum was wearing a short and tight robe, and I was just in boxer shorts. I just wanted you to understand, before we slot the jigsaw pieces together, and I meant the pun.
With one leg off to one side and the other knee bent to stop myself from falling, not only was I pressed up against mum. I was pressing up against her ass from below. My erection was pressed between her thighs and up against her bum.
"Sorry," I muttered and managed to get my feet under myself. But not without seemingly pressing deeper, for a moment.
"It's OK. It was an accident, right?" She replied. Sounding a little flustered.
"Yeah, I slipped." But I was struggling with the mental image of fucking mum over the sink.
It was a shock, as until then I'd not really imagined mum and sex. She glanced around and saw my boxers.
"If you weren't wearing them, that might have been..." She shivered and then looked the other way. "You slipped on that?" She said, gesturing to the stuff on the floor. "Hand me some paper towels."
I stepped away and tore some off the roll on the fridge. But turned back to see her on her hands and knees. As she stretched her arm out to take it from me, the front of her robe hung open, exposing her right breast to me.
Then she started to rub to clean up the spill, only to find something sticky and rubbed harder. Causing both breasts to swing about and her left nipple popped out. I backed into a kitchen chair and sat, before I noticed it wasn't all about her boobs this time. Bent over as she was and with her knees parted for balance. The robe exposed the lower part of her ass and, more importantly, her pussy peeked through below.
While she was quite hairy, her lips were puffy and very inviting. In only a few moments, I was thinking about mounting mum. Fuck! Or perhaps I should say unfuck, or something. This was mum!
"More towels please." I jumped up guiltily and snatched more, but swore silently, as from directly behind, her arse and pussy looked even more inviting.
I moved around to her front end and squatted down, handing over the towels. She smiled and started working backwards to wipe up what she'd cleaned.
"You're hanging out a bit there, mum."
She looked down, then sat up. Giving me a free look at everything at once before she pulled the robe tight. Then I saw where she was looking and looked down with a sinking feeling. The head of my erection had escaped my boxers. I stood and forced it away, then moved to help her up.
She hugged me and I felt her trembling. "We've gone mad, haven't we?"
"Perhaps," I hugged her tighter and regretted it, as I felt my erection press into her stomach.
Chapter 4
We must have been in the garden from 10 until 4 in the afternoon. I was aching, and I suspected mum was as well. I suggested she shower first, but she asked if I minded her having a bath instead. I naturally agreed and washed my face and arms in the kitchen sink. Then went out to get beer and wine, and something easy for dinner.
Mum walked into the kitchen in a towel as I put the frozen pizzas away. I explained that neither of us wanted to cook and she agreed.
We spent Saturday night drinking and scoffling [portmanteau word for to scoff and gobble, to consume greedily and rapidly] the pizza. Watching crappy TV shows on the internet, it felt great and the familiarity of old habits. At the back of my head, I realised I couldn't remember the last Saturday night I'd not spent with my mum. Which was weird for a guy in his 20s.
I don't know if mum picked up on my mood as we turned off the TV. But she gave me the same goodnight kiss on the head as last time. Only this time, I swear she pushed her boobs into my face. As I went to bed, I realised that we'd both been drinking, so it was surely a mistake, and I'd misread it because. Well, 'boobs', right?
Sunday I was making scrambled eggs when mum walked into the kitchen. I did a double take, as she was wearing small bikini top and short shorts. She smiled a little awkwardly.
"I realised you were right about my lack of tan. I want to try to get one."
"I've not seen you in that before."
"It's kinda skimpy. Again, I've not worn it since before you were born. I think I should change."
"Mum, you don't need to change. You're going for a tan, right? It's not like I've not seen you. If it was up to me, I'd suggest you sunbathe topless."
She chuckled.
"I'm sure you'd like that, but our neighbours might complain."
I split my breakfast onto a second plate for mom.
"Only our neighbours' wives might complain, but their husbands wouldn't. However, I might have a suggestion. After breakfast."
After eating, I led her down the garden and behind the shed. Dad had built a lean-to behind the shed to store our bikes. But with my sister and dad gone, we'd got rid of all of them. And the lean-to had rotted and collapsed last winter. The shed was 8 feet wide and just shy of that to the 6-foot wooden fence at the bottom of the garden. The ground was compacted and bare from years of being covered.
It was covered in twigs and dead leaves, so I got the yard brush from the shed and swept the area for mum to put her towel down. It was secluded and none of the neighbours could see the area. It ran east west so it would get the sun most of the day. Mum put her towel down and lay on her stomach. She moved around to get comfortable, and an idea hit me.
It was mum's birthday next Saturday, and I'd not figured out what to get her. Recently, a friend of mine had roped me in to help him and his dad make a deck for his mum. But at the last minute she changed her mind on the design, and the dad had ordered too much wood. I hurried off to check with my friend, who was out, but I explained to his dad I wanted to build a small deck for mum. If I could have the remaining wood on the cheap.
I'm not sure if it was because I said it was for her birthday or his obvious ogling of mum previously. But he agreed and offered to let me use his garage and tools. Given the space, I planned on a platform a little over 6 feet square and about 1 foot from the ground. You needed a few inches of clearance for the wood to avoid excess damp and mould forming.
Every night after work, I headed to my friend's house to finish the deck and on Friday, while mum was out again. We carried the larger bits to my house and put the frame together. The others left me to screw down the planking. Mum came home about 10pm and I was packing my tools away with a head torch on. She came down the garden with a torch in one hand and a ladle in the other.
I explained it was me and she wasn't allowed to look behind the shed until tomorrow. Also, a ladle isn't really a defence weapon! She was pretty drunk, so I guided her to bed. Earning a hug and a kiss on the mouth before she went to bed.
First thing in the morning, I was up early to get one last thing. I was outside the shop as it opened, and I picked up a sleeping mat for a two-man tent. About 5 feet square and 1/2 an inch thick. On the way to the check out, inspiration hit, and I grabbed a ball of twine and four cheap woollen blankets.
After placing the mat on the deck, I tied the twine around the top of each corner post. I'd left them the full six feet tall rather than cut them off, and now I had a reason. I hung the blankets over the twine. Then added a second string about 3 feet above the deck.
I woke mum with a light breakfast. As I stepped into the room with the tray, I saw her bare shoulders and her covers pulled up over her chest. From experience, she usually slept in a long T-shirt, but she had been rather drunk last night.
After giving her a card, I told her to come down when she was ready, and I'd show her my surprise gift. I was leaning against the shed as mum walked down the garden toward me. Wearing her bikini top and short shorts. A towel over one arm, and a bottle of sunscreen in the other hand.
She chuckled when she saw the blanket shrouded deck. And as I helped her up, she turned to me.
"You're that keen to get me to sunbathe topless. You did all this?" Poking at the blankets.
"The blankets are there more as a windbreak than privacy."
To show, I pulled the blanket we'd stepped through down and hung it on the lower string. Letting her feel the light breeze on her face, but her legs were warmed by the enclosed area. She gave me a hug and another kiss on the lips and thanked me. Then stepped back and unbuttoned her shorts.
She stepped out of them and lay on her stomach, asking me to put sunscreen on her. Without asking, I untied the top and mum pulled her hair aside, letting me untie the strap around her neck and remove the top entirely. Then, as she still had her hair aside, I started on her neck and down to her waist. Switching to her ankles and working my way up.
The bikini bottoms covered less than 30% of her bum and I have to admit to spending a long time working the cream there. If her legs were that pale from lack of sun, her bum would have never seen the sun. So, it needed extra protection. That was my story, and I was sticking to it.
Mum talked about her night out and teasing Henry over her braless episode the previous week. I asked if she was thinking about dating him, but she admitted she wasn't. Dating a work colleague was awkward, and she already had a good man in her life. So why did she need another? She looked back at me and winked.
I was pleased, and a little conflicted. A boyfriend could do more for her than I could. I was stuck in a loop thinking about that. Until mum let out a low moan after about 5 minutes of my massage for her buttocks.
I figured that slipping my fingertips slightly under her bikini bottoms was ok if I kept it in safe areas. Better that than getting burned. But on one downward stroke my fingers slipped between her thighs and mum froze and stiffened. Without meaning to, my fingers followed the edge of her bottoms and ran too low and deep. Brushing her labia slightly.
I pulled my hand back, and we both pretended it hadn't happened.
Mum was resting her cheek on her crossed arm and facing me. Her eyes closed.
"Why don't you join me? We're probably going to be inundated with visitors later."
So, I took my shirt off and lay on my back next to her.
"There is not a lot of point if you keep your jeans on."
"Yeah, but I'm not wearing anything underneath."
She opened her eyes and gave a little shrug.
"It's not like I've not already seen it, anyway I won't look."
Yeah, she said that last time and she looked. But she closed her eyes, and I lay still, thinking. The idea of being naked outside had an appeal, and I'd never tried it. So, I slipped off my jeans and looked over to see her looking. As I already knew she would.
I wasn't hard, but I wasn't fully soft, after exploring her skin and backside for so long. She smiled and turned her head the other way. Placing my hands behind my head, I settled into enjoying the warmth and my first proper sunbathing.
I woke to a creaking sound and looked over to see mum kneeling topless and trying to sort out the straps of her top.
"Cover that if you don't want it burned." she nodded to my dick, which was harder than when I went to sleep. "I'd offer some lotion to put on it, but I'm pretty sure you'd just end up wanking it in front of me."
She tried to sound casual, but I got the impression she liked the idea. She seemed to give up on her top and stepped off the deck, then a moment later her hand appeared under the blanket and snatched my jeans and t-shirt.
I heard her rush off, sniggering. I leapt over the string to see mum running up the garden with her hands over her boobs. I was about to chase her, but at this time of day our neighbours might be about. Me appearing naked would be awkward. Especially after mum rushed away. Then I realised I'd not seen my clothes in her hands as she entered the house.
Glancing around the shed, I saw she had thrown them in front of the shed. Snagging them, I dressed out of sight and waited a few minutes before heading to the house. I'd barely got inside when the doorbell rang, and I opened it to let in mum's parents. Mum called down from the shower and told me to make them tea.
Chapter 5
Mum joined us in the kitchen a few minutes later as I served us all tea. She opened her card and presents and chatted for a bit. Grandma asked mum if she had plans to go out with a handsome young man for a romantic dinner. Weirdly, she was looking at me. Mum admitted it was tempting, but too late to book anything now.
I chimed in saying I was planning on cooking a nice meal for mum, and grandma jumped up and gave me a hug. I'd obviously passed a test I'd not known about. After her parents left, mum said I didn't have to cook for her. But I gave her a hug and said she deserved it.
Not long after, mum's sister arrived with her brood of young kids, and I used that as an excuse to escape to get the shopping in. At the market, I wandered around looking for inspiration for a meal. I spotted a woman about mum's age with a teenage phone zombie girl following her. The girl was about 16. Approaching the woman, I explained my problem and she suggested a variety of things. Some beyond my culinary skills.
After thanking her and as I walked away, I heard her tell her daughter she should be looking for a boyfriend like me. If I cared enough about my mother that much, I'd be an ideal husband. The girl complained, and I had to agree. I wasn't looking to get married for at least 10 years.
I got the ingredients and was browsing for a dessert when I noticed a cheese platter. Six small samples of cheese with some fancy crackers. A small jar of olives and a quince jelly. It was a bit more grown up than some sweet dessert, so I bought it.
As I was about to leave the store, I got a message that mum was going to the park with the kids and her sister. I added a half bottle of sparkling wine to the regular wine and beer and brought it home.
When mum came home hours later, she was exhausted after running around the park with the kids. I suggested a bath and ran it for her, adding a generous splash of her favourite bubbles. When it was ready, she came into the bathroom and chuckled. Saying all she needed was candles and a glass of champagne. I smiled and returned with a candle to see her up to her neck in bubbles.
It was only a tea candle, but it was the thought, and the champagne was a hit. Mum said she'd never felt so pampered.
She came down to eat, and I saw she'd dressed up. A little makeup and her hair done. Wearing a blouse, I was sure was new. It was black, but the back and sleeves were very sheer. Showing no bra. While the front was heavily embroidered and covered in black beads that sparkled. It was also low cut between her breasts, despite not showing much cleavage.
She looked amazing, and I made a point of telling her. The food was great, and the choice of cheese worked out perfectly. It allowed her to nibble at it and between the two of us we ate almost all the cheese. Although the olives and quince jelly were horrible to me, mum loved them.
By the time we went to watch the TV we were both a little drunk, and I suffered through a recent rom-com. Then mum insisted on another movie, which was a surprise. She rarely stayed up late. The second movie was one Clair had recommended, which should have been a warning flag to me.
Mum would often lay down and watch the TV with her head on my thigh. A position that was dangerous, with a recommendation from Clair. And in less than 5 minutes that was clear.
The movie was about a gorgeous, undercover detective hunting an international criminal. Before even the title sequence, we'd seen her performing a striptease in a tiny thong. Then a private dance where she took off the thong and gave a surprisingly graphic blow job. You didn't see it in her mouth, but you saw something big in her mouth and throat.
You had to wonder if the actress actually did it.
"Oh my! That's more than I expected." Mum said.
"Want to watch something else?"
"We've paid for it. We might as well finish it."
A few times during a sex scene mum turned her head back to look at my reaction. Only to have my reaction press into the back of her head. I swear before the movie ended her head was pressing against my erection all the time.
When it ended, she jumped up and thanked me again for her wonderful birthday and hurried off to bed. Not without a lingering look at my bulge. I was disappointed not to get a kiss, but relieved she was gone.
I was thinking about some real porn on the TV, when she walked past the door without her blouse and told me not to make a mess. Obviously reading my mind.
She brushed her teeth as I rinsed out glasses and put the dregs of the wine away.
I snagged the last bit of cheese and headed to my room. Only to pause outside her door. Hearing a low buzz. My hand was on the handle opening it before my brain realised what it was. Her grunt of pleasure and the change of pitch confirmed she was masturbating with a toy.
Rushing to my room, I wanked myself silly, twice, before falling asleep.
Chapter 5
I was rudely awakened by a call before 9am. It was my friend's dad expecting the favour I'd offered for the wood. I grumbled but agreed to come over to help him.
Mum stumbled into the kitchen as I drank OJ and munched toast. She wore the blue robe and looked hung over. I got her a drink and painkillers and explained my plans for the day.
She said she'd garden a little and then sunbathe on her new deck. Teasing I'd miss out if I was going out. I explained it wasn't my choice and gave her a kiss, lightly on the lips.
My friend's dad certainly got his money's worth out of me. It was about 3pm before I got home. And no sign of mum. Until I remembered her sunbathing plan. I poured a glass of water and added ice and a lemon slice and headed down the garden. Not surprised to find her asleep and topless. What was a surprise was to find her bottomless, with her pussy mostly shaved!
Last time it had been quite hairy and now it was clean shaven but for a slight tuft of hair above it. I'd heard some women say they didn't like it completely shaved as it made them feel like little girls again. Making the sex a bit icky.
I didn't care one way or another. Instead, I was looking at the light sheen of sweat over her body and struck with the need, the intense need, to lick it off. Starting with that fine looking pussy. The feeling was so strong I nearly dropped the glass. Fuck!
I needed to wake her as she was looking rather pink. I realised if I woke her up while she was naked and on display, she might freak out. How long had I been looking? Had I done anything but look? I saw her phone near her, so I headed back to the kitchen and called her. Saying I'd just got home and where was she.
She told me she'd be in shortly and arrived wearing one of my t-shirts that barely covered her bum. With her bikini scrunched up in one hand. It was obviously both parts.
"I'm going to take a shower then have a lay down. I've overdone it a bit."
I drank the water and followed her upstairs. Hearing a gasp from the bathroom I asked if she was alright.
"Yeah, but a little sunburned."
"Want me to put aloe on you?"
She chuckled. "Fortunately, it's my front. I can do that myself. If it was my back..."
"Perhaps next time." I said, and she laughed again.
I was tired from getting up early for a Sunday and the work, so I shut my curtains and planned on a nap for an hour. Slipped off my shoes and jeans, then lay on my bed with headphones in to listen to some music. I'd left the door and window open for a through breeze to cool the room.
Hearing the shower stop I opened my eyes and watched mum walk past my room but pause in the door. Looking inside.
"Everything OK mum?" I asked after a moment, when I was enjoying seeing her naked again.
"What, oh? Sorry. I didn't know you were in there." She seemed to realise she was naked and rushed to her room.
Part of me wondered if I'd hear the buzzing again, but nothing.
I slept a little and pottered around the house until about 6:30 and went to check on her. She was laying naked on the bed, curled up on her side and I really wanted to take a picture. Her pussy peeked out invitingly at me and I imagined her toy inside her. Then I imagined I was the one using it on her and shook my head.
It was one thing to play this game where I got to see her body. Something I knew she was enjoying every bit as much as me. Moving to a direct sexual context, was a big step. So, I took her large towelling robe from the back of the door and covered her. Then woke her up to ask if she was OK.
"Yeah, a little headache and soreness."
"I'll get a drink and pills." I offered.
When I returned, she was under the covers.
"Can you sort yourself out for tea tonight?" She asked, as I handed them over.
"Of course. Can I get you anything else?"
"About 6 hours of hindsight to avoid falling asleep in the sun."
"Sorry. Set a timer on your phone next time."
I just made cheese on toast and drank some beer while watching sports on the TV, before heading to bed around midnight. I'd just settled when the door opened, and mum walked in. I turned the light back on and saw she was in the blue robe.
"What's up?"
"I just realised I'm falling behind on my payments."
As I opened my mouth to laugh it off, she pulled open the robe. To reveal a sexy pair of panties and no bra. I smiled, and she came right over to the edge of the bed. Leaning in a little for a better view.
"I should have paid you something like this Saturday morning, and after all the effort you went to for my sun deck. So, think of it as interest for being late." She added hastily. "I think you've earned the right to touch them."
"Really?" I was shocked.
She nodded but looked away.
Remember earlier, when I said a direct sexual context was wrong? Well, forget about it. I swivelled my legs out of the side of the bed and sat up. Reaching out with both hands and gently cupped her breasts.
Afraid this was some trick, and I'd be scolded for doing what she'd offered. That made no sense, but at the moment neither did this. But sense or not I revelled in the warm soft flesh, and so did she. Mum pressed a little firmer into my hands and my thumbs brushed over achingly hard nipples. She shuddered a little and said nothing as I explored.
Then my lips settled onto one nipple, and she gasped.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm touching you. You failed to specify what I could touch you with." Her eyes locked on mine and went wide. I was a second or so slower to figure out what part of me she was imagining touching her breasts.
She pulled back but didn't close her robe. In the bedside light, one breast shone with my saliva.That wasn't 2 minutes." I chided playfully.
"True, but this offer isn't time specific."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, you can do that whenever you want. When we're alone, obviously." She added hurriedly, then fled the room, and I looked down to see the tent of my erection almost escaping my bedding.
I looked around the room as if to check this wasn't a dream and drank half a glass of water. Then I used the bathroom, after all the beer I'd drunk. I didn't bother with light, as I padded, naked, to the bathroom and sat to pee. The bathroom light was too harsh late at night.
As I headed back to my room, I heard the hum again from mum's room. A little louder than last time. Like a perverted version of the pied piper, I followed the sound and stood in mum's open bedroom door. The light from my bedroom barely separated the shadows, and it was the combination of sounds, as much as vision, which allowed me to 'see'.
I moved a little and slightly more light entered the room. Confirming my summation. She lay on her back on top of the covers. Her bum on the corner of the bed closest to the door. Her feet were on the floor and her legs wide, as she worked a vibrator energetically into her pussy. Her other hand alternated between tugging on her nipples or rubbing her clit.
She was biting her lip to remain silent, and her eyes were screwed shut in concentration. I must have moved, and a floorboard creaked as she looked over to see me, spying on her intimate moment was one thing. Doing it while naked and hard, another entirely. But she saw me, gasped, and then her eyes fluttered as she started cumming...hard!
I fled with a mixture of emotions. Guilt was in there, so was lust. Jealousy for the toy and general confusion over this whole thing. It had gone from a joke that got out of hand; to now, me watching my mum masturbate. I dove into bed and turned the light out.
I heard mum pacing outside my room, trying to decide if she was going to scold me now or later. But in the morning, it was like nothing had happened. She headed off to work as usual and so did I. That night however, she changed into her old baggy sweatshirt, and I figured that the game was over. Whatever the game had been.
Chapter 6
The next two nights were the same, and I drifted into my old ways of eating and leaving mum alone. On Thursday she was at the sink as I came home, and I gave a casual hi.
"I notice you've not been claiming your interest payments. Are you expecting to accumulate them for something more?"
I frowned and then realised what she meant.
"I wasn't sure, after Sunday night, if this was still a thing."
"It was rather naughty of you to watch me like that. But I had left the door open, and did it where you might have seen. So, I think we both did something wrong, and they cancel out. The other thing..."
I moved behind her and reached around to hug her. When she pressed her bum back, my hand cupped her breasts again. A little hesitant, but when she gave a low purr of approval, I became bolder. Slipping my hands under the sweatshirt to touch them directly.
"I figured when you went back to wearing this, you'd ended it."
"No, I just thought if you were going to touch them, I needn't bother with nice tops, as you no longer needed the visual stimulation, as payment to stay."
"I'll always need the visual mum." I spun her around and tugged the sweatshirt off.
"Hey? What about the neighbours?"
"They'll have to buy tickets to see you like this, just like all my friends."
My mouth engulfed her breast, and my tongue flicked aggressively over her nipple. Having seen how rough she was on herself I was sure it was OK.
"Really?" She gasped.
"No, but I think you like the idea of showing off. Especially for me."
"Why not? You are the man of the house...MY man." She replied and then looked awkward.
I released her breasts and kissed her lightly. Trying to take the sting out of the connotations of things a mum and son shouldn't be doing.
"I love the idea of being your man, mum. Just as I love you. All of you." I added cheekily giving her bum a squeeze.
"I never said you could touch that." She teased back.
"Oh, fine. I can touch and rub whatever body parts against your boobs, but not your bum?"
She hesitated. "My bum is extremely sensitive, always has been. And some of those body parts you're alluding to should not get so close to my..."
"Pussy?" I teased. "I love the shaved look by the way."
"How..." She said blushing.
"How isn't as important as how much you're going to appreciate it when your lover uses his mouth on you down there."
"It's been a while. Anyway, who said my lover had to be a guy?" She teased.
I groaned in only partially feigned excitement that my mum would have a female lover. And she chuckled.
"Now I need to get on with things. I never said you could monopolise my boobs all the time."
"Can you at least be topless for the rest of the night? I feel I missed out on the last few nights."
"You snooze, you lose. But I suppose it's OK. By some very twisted definition of OK. Sons should not be ogling their mum's boobs like this."
"If we were in Europe, we might visit a topless beach."
"And there would be other people about for you to look at. And I doubt you'd try to fondle and suck on them all the time."
"I'm not so sure mum. They are awesome."
She giggled at the compliment and went about her usual routine, topless, and with me watching.
When I got home on Friday, I was annoyed, I'd just been asked to play football the next day and I'd planned on meeting some mates for beers. The two did not go together. However, as I walked into the kitchen to see mum at the sink in the blue robe, my sour mood evaporated.
I kissed her cheek and texted my mates that I'd be missing the pub that night because of football.
"Everything alright?" she asked.
"It is now." I said hugging her and feeling the wonderful satin over the flesh of her breasts.
I explained about the football and missing out on the pub. She said she was sure she could make up for missing the pub. Knowing it was an excuse to hunt for ladies. She opened the robe, and I was surprised to find she was naked underneath.
"You've already seen it, right?"
"Sure, and I'd never say no."
I kissed her cheek and fondled her for a few minutes before her phone rang and it was her sister. I kept groping her, and she rolled her eyes at me, but let me for a little longer before hanging up and shooed me off to have our food. Watching her glide around the kitchen, without closing the robe was exciting and from her expression, I wasn't the only one enjoying it.
We retired to the lounge to watch TV. She laid down and I've no idea what we watched. It could have been antiques roadshow or anything. My eyes and hands were glued to her boobs. Although I pulled the robe aside to see her arse. At one stage she rolled onto her back. Claiming I should play with her other breast. But she spread her legs a little to let me see her pussy again.
I took to massaging both breasts, down across her rib cage and lower. She was pretending to watch the TV but shuddered when my fingertips brushed her little remaining pubes. She sat up suddenly and made an excuse to go to the bathroom.
I swore under my breath that I'd fucked up. Getting cocky and taking things too far. When she came back the robe was shut, and she said she was going to bed as she was tired. It wasn't that late, and I wondered about catching up with my mates at the pub.
But they'd be drunk, and I doubted if I could find a girl, who might at least wank me off before closing time. The sound from mum's room was something I was becoming accustomed to. In my mind's eye I saw myself walk into her room and take over control of the toy in her pussy. Suck on her tits until she climaxed for me. Fuck!
I was out of the house before mum got up in the morning and played aggressively, trying to burn off my frustration. We won, but I didn't care. Mum was out with her sister, lion taming a kiddie's party and called about 7 pm to say she was crashing at her sisters.
I was a little pissed off as I was hungry and was waiting for her to come home before eating. I got a takeout and some beer and watched hardcore porn on the tv for a few hours. But I couldn't bring myself to wank. Too much beer and a sour mood.
Chapter 7
When she came home on Sunday, lunch time, she tsked about how many cans were in the living room bin. But never said a word about the XXX DVD cases next to the TV. A few times I was sure she was giving me the opportunity to grope her boobs. But feeling petty I refused the hints. And I told myself I was being foolish.
Mum's tits were amazing and how long had it been since I'd had any girls in my hands, let alone such nice ones as hers. I'd not entirely forgotten about my plan to move out to have a place to bring a girl back to. And mum's current payments to keep me home were backfiring on her. If I didn't get some action, I might explode.
I think mum sensed my mood on Sunday night. After a lovely meal, she changed into the robe and asked me to watch TV with her. I was still a little sulky and sullenly agreed. She lay on my lap again and adjusted the robe to hang open a little to reveal my prizes. But I tried to ignore them. My dick however wasn't on the same page as me. He was hard at the sight.
She eventually rolled onto her back and pulled the robe open entirely.
"Sorry for yesterday. I'd not intended to be gone all day. My sister was stressed out about the party, and we got a little drunk afterwards. She went on and on about me needing a man in my life, or at least a dick in me."
I sighed.
"I know I missed out on your payment yesterday and I've realised that my saggy old boobs can't keep your attention forever..."
"They aren't." I jumped in and grabbed one as proof. Only to realise I'd been tricked.
"So, because I'm late in paying again, you're not restricted to just my boobs."
She looked me in the eye as she said this.
"So, I can grope your bum whenever I want?" She nodded. "And this?" I said and slipped my hand down between her legs and rested it lightly over her pussy.
Her hand shot out and grasped my wrist. Then she nodded and whispered 'gently'.
She closed her eyes and opened her legs wider, and my fingers explored her pussy. My mind exploded with conflicting ideas about the right and wrongs. But her heady scent of arousal filled my senses, and my fingertip slipped effortlessly inside her, robbing me of the desire to stop. She was ok with me doing this, and I'd be lying, if I said I'd not thought about it over the last month.
The line we'd crossed weeks ago and the probabilities of where this was going, were narrowing to ecstasy or utter disaster. I was hoping for the former.
After several minutes and a second finger inside her, she opened her eyes and spoke.
"You were right. I love showing off and doing it in a place or in front of someone I shouldn't is a nasty little thrill. Of all the people I shouldn't, you are the tabooest! I never intended it to go this far." She shuddered and rolled off me, onto her knees in front of the couch.
"I know this is terrible, but you've heard and seen me playing with myself. I need you to see me properly."
With that, she reached under the couch and brought out her toy. My brain stopped. Was she really going to do this? She turned her back to me and leant over the coffee table, then pulled the robe up.
Exposing her arse and sopping pussy. Without pausing she plunged the toy all the way inside herself and gasped. I was worried she'd hurt herself, but she was pumping it away, inside herself, at record speed.
"Wait, let me turn it on," I found the words escaping my lips.
I slipped off the couch and reached for the base of the toy. When my fingers touched it, her hand withdrew leaving me holding the vibrator in her pussy. I remember the fantasies as my fingers found the controls and turned it on.
In a bizarre moment of clarity, I looked down on us and marvelled. I was fucking her with a toy, and she was gasping and begging for more. Not much more than a month ago, I'd have been mortified, if she'd just seen the cover of my XXX DVDs, much less what was on them.
She was thrusting back against it and spouting all sorts of dirty talk. Calling herself a slut and begging for cock. Promising all sorts of things if I just got her to cum. Up to that point any thoughts about us having sex were rather abstract. I'd not thought about it, as if it could actually happen. And here she was promising I could do any hole and more.
I know it was just her sexual frenzy causing her to say all that, but it had the desired effect of spurring me on. I reached around her to play with her clit. While precariously balancing the toy on my fingers to press my thumb against her anus.
I'm not sure which did the trick first, as she exploded in orgasm, and I think she squirted a little. When she came down, she looked embarrassed, but I simply hugged her, kissed her on the cheek and reminded her how much I loved her. Then virtually fled to my room to masturbate furiously.
Using the scent on my fingers to finish myself off.
Chapter 8
On Monday morning we were both running late as the power tripped out and our alarms failed. So, we rushed around to get ready for work. When I got home, I was surprised to see her in the kitchen in jeans and a t-shirt, repotting plants. I came up behind her and tentatively reached for her bum. We'd both been drinking, and the offer might have come from that. But she let out a little purr of appreciation, then leant her shoulders back against my chest.
Resting her head on my shoulder.
"That's nice." She whispered.
My response was to slip one hand forward and up under her t-shirt to cup her breast. Tilting my head forward to kiss her neck. Just as I pressed my erection against her arse the bloody doorbell rang. I swore and rushed off as she sniggered and pulled her t-shirt back into place.
My aunt breezed through the door, and I groaned as I saw her carrying two horribly green smoothies. That signalled the pair were about to hit another health kick. Meaning I'd be forced into eating more salad than was good for me. At least according to my taste buds.
I followed her into the kitchen to say hi and be polite.
"You're not wearing a bra." She observed.
Mum shrugged. "I take it off when I get home."
"In front of him?" She gestured to me.
I hummed the stripper music and pantomimed removing a bra.
Mum laughed. "Of course, not in front of him. I change in my room. But he doesn't mind, do you?"
"Of course not."
"I'm not saying he'd mind. Hell, with your tits I'm sure he's thrilled to see you braless." Mum grinned behind her sister's back.
"I think this is time for me to go."
As I walked away, I heard mum.
"You don't have a leg to stand on. I've known you take to your bra off in the car, on the way home."
"Yes, but I don't have a big strapping young man to come home to. My husband barely notices them anymore."
I paused in the hall as I'd not shut the door properly.
"Have you seen it?" My aunt asked.
"What?"
"His dick?"
Mum chuckled. "Of course, and so have you. We changed his nappies."
"I'm not talking then; I mean since he's grown up..." There was a pause. "You have, haven't you? Tell me!"
Oh shit.
My aunt was there for hours and the next day I came home to see mum at the sink washing her hands. She wore a sports bra that would do double duty as body armour and yoga pants. I kissed her neck and slid my hands down the back of her pants.
When I didn't meet any underwear, I squatted down and pulled them down to her knees.
"No panties. That's naughty of you."
"I couldn't find a pair that didn't show through the yoga pants. Are you complaining?"
My response was to fondle and kiss her buttocks. Inhaling the scent of her pussy and just as I slipped my fingers between her thighs and brushed my thumb over her pussy she spoke urgently.
"Stop."
"Why?" I said and teased her opening.
"My sister will be here at any second. We've an exercise class together."
The doorbell rang and I could seriously grow to dislike it.
I left her with her pants around her knees and went to open the door. My aunt was calling out to mum to hurry and luckily didn't notice the bulge in my pants. Mum did and blew me a kiss as she bustled out.
When she came home, a couple of hours later it was like she'd aged a couple of decades.
"We totally overdid it."
"Can I get you anything?"
"As we don't have a shotgun. How about a bucket of wine and a hot bath?"
I poured about 1/3rd of a bottle of wine in a glass and handed it to her, then went to run her bath. When it was ready, I stripped her naked and helped her into the bath. Then went off to refill her glass.
About 40 minutes later I helped her from the bath, patted her dry, then led her to her room and had her lay on a towel on the bed. Much as I wanted to explore and play with her, she needed a massage before her muscles locked up entirely.
I spend close to an hour working the knots out of her muscles. OK, I may have spent an excessive amount of time on her bum. But that's muscle too, right? Besides, I figured I should get something out of it and mum was moaning and squirming by the time I finished. She crawled under the covers and asked if I could make something light and healthy for her.
I came back with a lettuce leaf and a carrot. Earning a reproachful look, but I'd a tuna mayo wrap behind my back.
On Wednesday, I offered her another massage, but she waved me off and spent half the night on the phone to her sister. Comparing aches and pains. I got nervous when she said I'd massaged her. I couldn't hear my aunt but guessed one question.
"No, I just stripped off and let my son massage me all over!" she laughed and blew me a kiss. "Of course not, you sicko." I left them to talk.
Thursday, mum was already gone when I got home and when I heard the key in the door later. I joined her in the hall with a tray holding wine, a glass and another wrap with lots of lettuce.
"Need a bath?" I asked.
"Just a shower, thanks. Tonight was more stretching than exercise."
On Friday morning I was feeling a little peeved that I'd not had time with her during the week. And just as I was about to leave work, she messaged to say she was going out with people from work for someone's birthday. I called some buddies and hit the pub. Only to not enjoy it as I should. They were chatting up some random girls, but they did nothing for me.
Barely old enough to be there and pretty flat chested. Nothing like mum. That caught me by surprise. When did I compare girls to my mum? Things were out of whack, but I already knew that. I left my mates around 10 and got home to see mum watching the TV.
She was wearing a virtually see-through blouse and jumped up to offer to get me something to eat. Making a point of pushing her boobs at me. I was feeling petulant and childish for her not having time for me, so I tried to ignore her. I went to bed and realised I was being bratty and selfish.
She was letting me see and do things we shouldn't and just a few days where she had her own things to do made me feel like a childish idiot.
Chapter 9
On Saturday morning she waltzed into my room with an omelette on a tray and wearing her blue robe. She handed me the tray and casually opened her robe and sat on the edge of the bed. It was hard to ignore that, but I tried. Then her phone rang, and she jumped up and dug it from her pocket.
"Hi mum." She said and as if her mother could see us, she pulled her robe closed. "What? Are you OK?"
Mum hurried off downstairs and I slipped out of bed to follow her. Only as I walked into the kitchen carrying the tray did I remember I was not only naked, but ridiculously hard. She glanced at me and then my erection, and I quickly sat to hide my embarrassment."OK, see you shortly." She hung up.
"What's the matter?"
"Mum has had a fall. Not badly hurt, but a little shook up. Of course, dad is freaking out. Talking about moving into sheltered housing. I've got to sort them out. I may be some time."
"OK." I replied and stood to give her a kiss.
"You shouldn't brandish it like that, you could take someone's eye out." She pointed at my erection. Then to both our surprise, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around the shaft.
She looked me in the eye and snatched her hand back. "Sorry."
"Not a problem." I replied and grinned.
Around 5 o'clock I was about to go out to get something nice for a meal when mum called. Full of apologies, but she'd been begged to fill in on a double-blind date by one of the women she'd been out with the previous night. The other woman had pulled out. I told mum she should go, and I'd be fine. A lie. And I reminded her she'd not dated in years, so she should enjoy herself.
After I hung up, I fell into a fugue. Feeling jealous of mum dating, when she had me at home. But that just raised questions I didn't want to answer. We both should date and not doing what we had been. It reminded me of why I'd been wanting to move out in the first place.
As I'd been out the previous night, I decided to stay in, play some video games on the tv in the lounge. Then order a family sized pizza. Perhaps I'd plug my laptop into the TV and watch some porn. There! I had a plan.
I drank more beer than I should, if I was planning on having a wank. When the pizza arrived a beautiful girl, my age delivered it. She asked if I was having a party with such a big pizza. I said I wasn't, and she said it was a pity as she might have come around after work if I was.
I know she was flirting for a bigger tip, and it worked. Although I was sure if she had come around, she'd have been disappointed to see me covered in pizza grease and with a stuffed belly.
My current favourite porn site allows you to register for free and create your favourite video playlists. The best bit was you didn't have to register to access those shared by other users. So, I flicked through a few until I found one I liked.
I hated the short clips that were basically a long advert to get you to pay on the original websites. I preferred the longer videos with some sort of plot, however silly. After taking off my pants I was wanking, eating pizza and drinking beers.
I must have nodded off in a food coma, as I came awake to see mum standing in the living room looking at the TV. On the screen was the beginning of a video where a MILF walked into a bedroom with a laundry basket under her arm. She'd walked in on her stepson wanking, and it was shot from his POV.
I'd seen it before and knew it was a progression story. She complained he was always wanking, and he said he couldn't get a girlfriend. They all said he was too needy. How was he going to get one, when he was always getting hard? He needed to do it a lot just to seem normal to girls his age.
She said she could help and put down the basket and removed her robe to reveal sexy orange lingerie. There was some banter, before she sat next to him and gave him a hand job. I looked at mum and wondered if she'd watched porn before.
Saying nothing, she turned and left. I looked down to see I was half naked and mostly hard. So, either I'd not been asleep long or getting caught like that was a turn on. But I had to wonder if mum would give me grief in the morning about wanking in the living room.
The woman on the TV grabbed a towel to cover up, him pretending to cum. It faded out and in, to the same scene. With different lighting and a caption saying late the next night. She said she'd been thinking about it and when she was his age how guys complained about blue balls all the time. Telling him to be quiet as his dad was asleep.
She slipped off the robe and got between his legs to wank him again. Then leant in and ran her tongue along the underside. Making the excuse she wanted to check he was washing himself properly. He asked if she had a towel for when he climaxed, and she shook her head and said she'd had a better idea. Leaning in to suck him.
I did a double take as mum was back. Only this time she was wearing nearly identical lingerie as the porn star. She looked at the screen and then knelt between my legs. Reached out and wanked me before leaning in and locking her lips around the tip.
"Tastes of pizza." She chuckled and went back to it.
"Why?" I asked and swore at myself for stopping her.
"I realised that from the moment I offered to let you see me, that I was enjoying showing off to you, as much as you enjoyed looking." She sucked a little more.
"When I said you could touch me, again I was getting more out of it than you. So, this seemed the best way to make it about you."
Again, she sucked energetically.
"Although I'd forgotten just how much I loved it. I've not had a cock in me, for far too long." She looked up, as she realised what she'd said. Not in her mouth, but in her. She looked away and went back to giving me the best blow job I'd ever had.
One of the advantages of experience, I suppose, but I never expected my mum to be this good! Why did dad drink so much and miss out on this?
"Remember when I said you could touch me that first time and you used your mouth, and I objected. You said I'd failed to specify what you could touch me with. I'm fairly sure you knew what I was thinking? Want to try it now?"
Without waiting for an answer, she whipped off her bra and pressed her breasts around my dick. It felt wonderful and no girl, I'd dated, was big enough to even try. We both watched, as the purple head appeared like some alien monster from her soft and bounteous flesh.
It was nice, but her mouth was far better, and she seemed to agree and went back to sucking me with gusto. Wanking the base and assaulting the tip with her tongue and lips. I knew I would not last much longer, and I told her.
She looked up and the look of lust in her eyes, told me she did not intend to stop. And moments later I grunted and shot off more cum than I'd ever done before, in one time. She grunted once, as it hit the back of her throat, but swallowed it down as fast as I pumped it into her mouth.
When I finished, she sat back and wiped her chin. Looking very much like that cat that got the cream.
"Good?"
"Best ever. Thank you."
"You're welcome. But I'm off to bed and..." She left the last hanging as we both knew she was going to masturbate.
"No." I said in a sterner voice than I meant. She looked shocked. "Stand up."
She did, and I snatched her panties and pulled them down. Mum stepped out of them and looked nervously at my dick, just wilting. Was I going to order her to fuck me? No, not now.
I grabbed her hips, and we swapped places on the couch.
"We can't." She said, as I knelt between her legs.
But I wasn't listening. I leant in and noted she'd shaved it completely. As I pressed my mouth to her pussy, she tried to push me back. I knew I should stop, but after one long lick her hand moved from pressing against my forehead to pulling me into her pussy.
She'd just given me the best BJ I'd ever had, and I was determined to give as good as I could. When I was first learning about sex, I was worried I might not last long enough. So, I was determined to learn how to pleasure a girl even if I climaxed too quickly. Luckily, that never seemed to be a problem. But knowing what I was doing, was a bonus.
Mum was very responsive and already very worked up when I started. She shuddered through an impressive climax in hardly any time.
Then the guilt hit me. She'd tried to stop me, and I ignored her. Yes, I know she enjoyed it, but that didn't make it right. If she'd put up more resistance, she knew I could have overpowered her. I stood up, and she looked at me, her face and chest flushed and panting as if she'd run a mile.
She had the slightly out-of-focus look of the freshly fucked. Like reality hadn't quite settled back in. And she was staring at my resurrected erection looming over her abdomen. She looked a little scared by it and I knew we were both thinking about me kneeling and feeding it inside her and fucking her brains out.
At that moment I was sure she'd let me, but tomorrow or the next day, guilt would overwhelm us. So, I reached out and pulled her to her feet.
She reached out to put her arms around me for a hug and a kiss, only for my dick to stab her abdomen. Then she reached between us and angled it down and pressed against me. Pulling me in tight.
It was a little uncomfortable, and she gasped as the head pressed over her clit before naturally slipping into the top of her slit. She looked me in the eye and thanked me, then gave me a kiss that curled my toes. I still don't know how I found the willpower to break the kiss and walk away.
Chapter 10
The next day was a little awkward and during the evening I asked if we were ok, after the previous night. She admitted things got out of hand but refused to talk about it.
"That conversation has a minimum wine threshold before we begin it. Friday?"
I nodded.
"Crap, not Friday, I've got drinks after work. We're off on Monday, right? Bank holiday? So, we have the whole weekend to ourselves."
"Apart from the zoo on Sunday."
My aunt had bullied us into helping take her monsters, I mean kids, to the zoo.
"OK, Saturday, we can do something special. Like having a BBQ with just the two of us."
After what happened, the week passed like any other week before this all started. But I hung out with her more and we enjoyed each other's company.
On Friday I got a call to play football on Saturday and I turned them down. Pointing out last-minute calls weren't working for me. That earned grumbling from the other guy as he hung up. Saturday morning, I went out to buy a new BBQ and charcoal, and mum came with me. She also bought a couple of fold up camping chairs and a table. So, we could set it up on her sun deck and have a private place to eat.
Mum made a huge, chopped, salad that I loved. Cabbage, carrots, celery, radish, lemon-soaked apple and peppers. Almost anything with a crunchy texture. Then added about a full packet of salted peanuts. It's kinda like a coleslaw without dressing, but really tasty and you can use leftovers in a stir fry.
She also bought enough drumsticks and wings for 10 and put together 4 different marinades. From herb with garlic, to one that threatened to melt your tooth enamel. Just the kind I loved.
About 4pm I lit the BBQ and watched mum pour olive oil in one palm then rub it over a couple of baking potatoes.
"Is it possible to be jealous of potatoes?" I asked her, as she smirked. She added flaked salt and wrapped them in two layers of foil.
I put them on the BBQ and because mum had bought a bag of crushed ice instead of cubes. I zested 4 limes and juiced them into a large jug, added tequila and 7up. It was a little strong but would be ok as the ice melted.
Mum came down to the sun deck in her bikini top and shorts. And we sat for half an hour enjoying the booze, the sun and the silence. Until I remembered my Bluetooth speakers for my phone and put on some smooth jazz as a background noise.
We gorged ourselves on salad and chicken and almost forgot about the potatoes. The jug was emptied, and I offered to make more but mum suggested wine instead. We were both mellow, full, and enjoying the music. Even if it wasn't really my style.
"So, I suppose you want to know what happened on Saturday? Why did I try to stop you?"
"It's OK mum."
"No, I think we need to talk about it. And the other stuff."
"If you insist."
"There, does that help?" She said and pulled her top off.
"Always!" I replied feeling the booze.
"The reason I didn't want you to go down on me, was I suppose it was more than one thing. But that's life for you. Some of it was because I felt I was getting more out of our arrangement that I should. That was the reason for the blow job, I thought it would reset the balance..."
"And?"
"And I forgot how much I loved them. When I was a little younger than you, and before I met your dad. I had a bit of a thing for sucking dick. Like a lot. Not proud of it, but at the time I loved it. But that's a different story."
"I was worried not only would I lose any authority around here if you ate me out. I knew if you tried to fuck me, I would let you."
"I know, I think we both saw that precipice afterwards."
"Have you ever thought about me like that before?"
"Before all this started, no."
"Oh!" She sounded disappointed.
"Sorry, you were just mum. OK, some friends would tease me you were hot, but I had; what's the equivalent of 'beer goggles', but where you don't see things properly in front of you. Now however, it's hard not to think of it all the time."
"Hard, you say?" She teased. "OK I might have thought about you for a while. Not seriously. I saw you come out of the shower about 2 years ago and did a double take. You were half asleep and naked but for a towel pressed over your bits. It was confusing to see you and think of your dad when he was younger. Not that he was as handsome as you..." She took a large sip of wine.
"Or was as big as you are down there."
I smiled and reached over and toyed with a breast for a moment. She smiled at me.
"When all this started, I'd not planned any of it. I just didn't want to be here alone. I knew you were thinking with your dick as the reason you wanted to leave. But I couldn't admit at the time I refused you having girls in the house, because I was jealous."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I refused to admit it at the time. But this week every time you left for work; I was wondering if you had someone else to take care of your needs."
"No mum."
"I know and I know what I'm about to say is bad and I'm sorry. After last weekend, there is not much I can offer but everything..."
"Everything?"
"You can ask me to do anything. Fuck any hole at any time. Get a BJ before work. Hell, I'd drive over to your work at lunchtime and do it in the car if you want. But the thing is, I'm not doing this to keep you here. I'm doing it because I need to feel those things again. Ten years is too long."
"So, if I asked you to lose those shorts and sit on my dick, you'd do it?"
"Is that what you're asking?" She teased.
"I'm just asking what you'd do?"
"I'd ask you which hole you preferred."
"Fuck!"
"Exactly. And I expect it a lot, to make up for lost time. I have a decade of depraved fantasies to work out and you're going to be exhausted afterward. And hopefully happy?"
"Mum, I love you and you know a good boy should always do what his mother says, right? Now let's get inside before the bugs come out. We have a lot of fucking to catch up on."
Mum was naked by the time we entered the kitchen, and we paused at the top of the stairs as she was desperate to feel me inside her. On her knees and begging me to stick it inside her. It felt like pressing into a molten furnace and she shuddered as I bottomed out.
We only pumped a few times before she dragged me to her room, threw me on her bed and attacked my dick with her mouth so intensely it gave me an idea for a zombie movie. Except the women weren't looking for brains, but cum!
I realised I was distracting myself, so I didn't cum too soon and grabbed mum and pulled her up. She straddled me and sank down in a single thrust. It was my turn to shudder at the feeling. It was fast, furious and very sweaty work. But I've never shirked from that, especially with such a reward, as watching the bliss on mum's face. As she climaxed on my dick, and I shot off inside her.
Epilogue
Six months have passed since that night and while I keep my stuff in my room, I no longer sleep there. Mum was true to her word and far more flexible and inventive than I'd ever imagined. The idea of moving out was thrown away and my friends grumbled. But I didn't care, I spend all my time with mum, and even got used to dealing with my nephews and nieces.
We were both careful, and risky at the same time. Mum had taken to driving us out in the country for a hike. That usually ended up with her sucking me, or me fucking her over a tree or picnic bench. Other times we'd find empty parking lots at night and fuck and suck in the car.
We both knew it couldn't last forever, but what's the expression? Make hay while the sun shines. We had agreed we should start dating others to wean ourselves off the other sexually. I even made her a dating app profile. But every time we talked about it; we agreed just a little longer.
I think my aunt knows or has strong suspicions. But she says, she's not seen mum so happy since my sister and I were small.
The End