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 Title: Mum and I
Author: April
Summary: At only 6-years-old, Luke learns that 'motherly love' can take
on different forms.  Once trained, he spends the next two years sexually
pleasing his mother and her friend, in every way.  (~11.5K words)
Keywords: FFb, coer, inc, ws

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   Mum and I by April



   CHAPTER 1

   I'm writing all of this down on my computer and keeping it in a password
protected document while it's still fresh in my mind.  I'm 19 as I write
this but the pages I'm taking this from are from my computer diaries which
I've kept from the age of 8.  They are more like accounts of the things
that happened to me using understandably rudimentary language but
nevertheless it's still there and all I have to do is translate it into
readable accounts and fill any gaps in with my own memories which are still
vivid enough.

   My parents divorced when I was 6 and Mum won custody over me.  She was
thirty-five then and I can remember her telling me how she'd had enough of
men to last her a life time and that from now on it would just be the two
of us.  Her name's Sarah, she's a successful author writing romantic novels
under the pseudonym of Pandora Wilcox.  That's meant we've been able to
afford a decent lifestyle living in a small hamlet just out of the city and
in an old house tucked neatly away from the main road.

   It was when I was cycling back from the next village after playing
football with my friends that I hit a deep pot hole in the long driveway
leading to our house.  It took me unaware as it had only recently caved in
caused no doubt by the cold icy winter that had everyone reaching for their
thickest scarves, hats and coats.  I literally went flying right over the
handlebars and only had time to stick my hands out before the hard freezing
ground rushed towards me with a sickening thwack.  I cried out like a stuck
pig as I lay there tangled up with my bike nursing a bleeding hand and a
cut knee.  Mum couldn't help but hear me from her study and came rushing
down the driveway with her long black hair streaming out behind her.

   "Luke, Luke!  Are you alright?  Ye Gods look at you." She cried.

   She pulled the metal frame off my small injured body and took in the
sight of blood seeping around the edges of my ripped jeans.  Mum, who was
never one to hang about, scooped me up in a warm embrace before setting off
back to the house at a brisk trot.  She calmed and soothed me in the
bathroom as she swabbed away the blood and applied the plasters before
gently tweaking my nose.

   "There you are my hero; I don't think you'll die despite all the noise
you've been making."

   I managed a weak smile and stopped my blubbering.  She smiled back
gently but I still caught a look of concern on her face as she took me in
her arms.  Suddenly I was as tall as she was as she hoisted me up and
carried me to the living room sofa in front of the warm fire and sat me in
her lap.  To say that I adored her was putting it mildly.  I simply
worshiped my mother in every way there was, and I know now she felt exactly
the same way about me but with an added element which I never understood
right then.

   This would change very shortly at her instigation but even now she won't
admit it.  She says it just happened naturally and she made the decision to
seize the opportunity and run with it.  She held me in her arms for
sometime while the fire crackled gently in the grate as the flames licked
round the logs.  After a while she sighed and started planting soft touches
of her lips to my forehead while running her hands through my hair and
massaging my scalp with her long delicate fingers.

   Her words sounded like soft moans of love as she told me of her need for
her 'special boy'.  Softly spoken whispers of tender affection were
lovingly breathed into my face, ear, and lips suddenly making the whole
thing unreal.  Maybe that's why I felt no apprehension as I turned my head
and pressed my lips to hers.  I couldn't say how long I'd wanted to do that
but I knew with certainty that I couldn't have stopped myself doing such an
adult thing if I'd tried.

   To my delight she didn't rebuff me, she told me later how she'd wanted
to find a way of taking things further between us but had never tried for
fear of alienating me if it all went wrong.  My accident on the bike had
provided the opportunity for her to show me just how she felt about me and
the fact that I had made the first move by kissing her had amazed and
delighted her.

   Her lips yielded to me as she closed her eyes and opened them over mine
while gently pushing her tongue between them.  It happened very quickly,
there was no hesitation on her part once I'd made that fateful move, it was
a moment of acceptance for her; an end of her need to weigh up the pros and
cons as she tried to come to a decision about us.  Her tongue roamed around
my mouth flickering and caressing mine and it didn't take long for me to
copy her and send mine between her lips.

   Fractions of a second later she began to suckle my tongue as I might
have her breast as a baby.  I knew this was called 'snogging' because I'd
seen it on the telly so many times; we were even exchanging saliva as we
frenched each other.  Minutes must have gone by before we parted gently and
she ran her tongue over my lips for a moment before finally pulling back
with a tender smile.  Good Lord how I loved her!

   My mum's a beautiful woman standing at 5' 8" with a slim willowy figure
and long black hair splashing down past her shoulders.  Her face is oval
and perfection itself with sparkling green eyes and that lovely upturned
nose of hers.  There's no wonder she draws men's eyes where ever she went
and now she'd just kissed me like she was my girlfriend; I couldn't believe
it had happened.  She gave me that secret little smile of hers and her eyes
lit up devouring mine.

   "Did you like that Baby?"

   "Oh Mum, yes." I breathed.  "Can we do it again?"

   She nodded.  "Yes baby whenever we like as long as we're alone.  But we
have to keep it a secret okay?"

   Now I understand what she meant but it was hard for a six year old boy
to understand why kissing your Mother had to be kept a secret.  The
question that followed was more to do with me asking for an explanation.

   "Other people wouldn't like it?"

   "That's right!  They wouldn't understand so let's be careful." Her
expression was serious as she waited for my acknowledgement.

   I nodded my understanding and saw her relief as I told her I wouldn't
say a word to anyone.

   She held my eyes in silence for a moment longer before suddenly breaking
the spell.  "Right" she said slapping her knee and changing the subject. 
"Let's have you off upstairs young man, its bedtime and you need a sound
sleep after all you have been through on that hard ice."

   I watched her hips sway beneath her jeans as she led the way upstairs,
my eyes feasting on the vision of her long shapely legs in a way that was
new to me.

   "Nightie night" she said as we reached my bedroom.  "Sleep tight."

   "Night Mum." I responded as usual while opening my door.  I gasped as I
felt her hand cheekily cup one of my buttocks and give it a quick squeeze.
I quickly turned round but she was already halfway down the corridor on the
way to her own bedroom.

   "Not tonight Luke.  I want to spend time making myself special for you.
I want us to have a little talk before anything else happens.  Just wait
until tomorrow." Then she vanished behind the white paneled door.

   I hardly slept that night and was bitterly disappointed that she'd left
me to sleep alone but I needn't have fretted, I didn't have long to wait
for the final act.  I'd harldy seen mum through the day as I'd spent most
of it at my friends house.  It was later during the evening when I was
watching TV in my bedroom that I heard her call my name from the living
room.

   "Luke will you come down here and sit next to mummy please?" I switched
off the remote and hurried down the stairs.  She smiled and patted the
cushion next to her.  "I'd like to talk to you about something." That
sounded ominous, it was the kind of thing she said whenever I was about to
cop it for something but the smile changed my mind.

   She was wearing that perfume again, the one I love so much I almost
swoon whenever I catch its scent.  She always looked amazing, even when she
was lounging around the house in old clothes she managed to look
fashionably chic so you can imagine how tempting she looked in a shapely
little top and a mid thigh split skirt.  I sat next to her; she took my
hand in hers and looked deeply into my eyes before saying.  "I love you
Luke," to which I gulped and told her I loved her too.

   "I know you do darling, we're both very happy together and nothing's
ever going to change that.  I'd like to talk to you about our love and
where it could go if we both decide that's what we want.  You're still a
little boy whereas I'm a grown woman in my mid thirties and yet I'm going
to explain something very adult to you and hope you understand, if you
don't then it's my fault not yours."

   She placed a hand just above my knee and began to caress my leg as she
continued.

   "I would like us to become lovers Luke.  I need you to take care of my
needs in the bedroom...  Our bedroom.  I want you to share my bed every
night and be my husband behind the privacy of these walls".  She gave my
hand a gentle squeeze.  "Let me explain what that means"

   I hesitated as I tried to envisage what all of this meant; all of this
was new to me, she sensed I wanted to please her but didn't fully
understand what that would entail.  She saw my hesitation and continued.

   "If at anytime you don't like the things we're doing just tell me and
we'll stop straight away and never do them again.  I'm just asking you to
give it a try and see how you feel once things get going, don't worry I'll
be guiding and showing you what to do right from the start.  Will you trust
me Luke?  If it doesn't work out I'll love you just as much as I do now but
not in the new way I'm talking about."

   How couldn't I trust me beautiful mother, I'd have jumped through fire
for her, she only had to ask, and here she was giving me the chance to do
special things with her even if I didn't know exactly what that meant
although I guessed we'd be naked in her bed...seeing her without any
clothes ....

   "Yes Mum", then I had a thought.  "So that means we'll be like you and
Dad were?"

   She grimaced slightly at that and reminded me of how my father had left
us for another woman and she hoped things would be a lot better between us
than they were between her and dad.

   "Your father was very selfish in many ways, both in and out of the
bedroom in a way that you could never be.  I know I would rather go to bed
and make love with you any day; I want to be with you that way more than
anything."

   To emphasize what she meant Mum leaned forward and opened her mouth over
mine and slowly raped my mouth with her tongue in a way so overtly lewd and
sexual that there could be no doubt what she meant.  She drew her lips off
mine with a quiet plop, I tasted her saliva as she stood up and pulled me
off the sofa

   "I think it's time for me to show you what I mean." She said quietly
before leading me towards the stairs.  When we were half way up she took my
hand and placed it over her bottom as though she was my girlfriend and
slowly rubbed it up and down over the material of her skirt.  Tentatively
at first but then with growing confidence I took control of my own
movements and began pressing my palm firmly into the soft hills in a way
that would have been unthinkable before tonight.  By the time she closed
the bedroom door behind us I was feeling her up like a real lover.

   The room was lit with candles and soft peach coloured light coming from
the lamps either side of the double bed with had its sheets pulled back
invitingly.

   She wasted no time but knelt down to begin undressing me.  First to come
off was my sweat shirt which she pulled off in one quick movement.  I
giggled as she left a trail of warm saliva on my chest from the licks and
kisses she showered over my exposed flesh.

   "Mmm...  taste nice." She sighed.  "I'll have to see what the rest of
you tastes like."

   With that she unzipped my pants and tugged them down my legs, followed
by my underpants and socks.  Her eyes were playful as she bent down and
kissed her way down my belly, slower this time and stopping to run her
tongue in and around my wrinkled belly button before heading south and
stopping at my crotch.  She lifted me up as though I weighed no more than a
feather and plonked me down so I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my
willy standing up like a little toy soldier.

   She took me between her thumb and forefinger and with a slow caress she
drew my foreskin up and down over the pink head.  I closed my eyes and
shuddered in ecstasy at the wonderful sensations running through my groin
to my toes.  She moved up and my eyes fluttered open as I felt her breath
against my face.  Her eyes were huge as she watched my reaction to what she
was doing dissecting every move I made until her lids slid down a cobra's
and she pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me.

   Mum was blazing with lust as she began moaning down my throat and
wanking me faster.  I guess her frustration must have built up over time
and now that it was actually happening she was going for it like a dam had
burst.  I ran my hands through her hair and down over the back of her neck
to fondle the soft flesh on her arms and shoulders.  I'd just about built
up enough courage to squeeze her breasts when she pulled her lips away from
mine and kissed her way down to my stomach again.

   This time she lifted my penis and planted a kiss on the head and then a
series of butterfly flutters of her tongue down to the base before heading
back up and taking all of me into her.  Her breath felt hot against my
sensitive glands as she bobbed her head up and down onto me.  It was the
first time I'd heard the squelching sound saliva makes in a woman's mouth
when she gives head, that feeling coupled with the sensation of it running
down my length and onto my balls, it never fails to bring my own juices up
to the surface.  But of course I didn't have any juices at that tender age
even though it felt fantastic.

   It didn't take me long to do what comes naturally for a man and as I
reached out with my hands to tousle her flowing hair and shove her head
down.  She moaned deeply within her throat at the force of my need and
drove her head down faster and harder, at the same time shoving a hand
between her legs to flick at her clit.  At some point this seemingly never
ending ride of ecstasy came to an abrupt end in the form of a nuclear
explosion that sent my toes shooting out of my feet and my mouth wide open
in a silent scream.

   I felt myself sliding under the waves as mum moved up my body then
kissed me gently on the lips before fixing me with her wide smiling eyes. I
sighed with pleasure and gave a deep yawn as I snuggled up to her on the
bed and luxuriated in the afterglow of my first blowjob albeit a dry one.

   "Was that nice?" She murmured.

   "Oh mum it was lovely, thank you."

   "Good, it was beautiful for me too but I hope you're not going to fall
asleep and leave me high and dry now that I've made you feel good....  Its
my turn now!"

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   Chapter 2

   "Oh...oh sorry mum, I was just feeling..."

   From the look of amusement on her face I suddenly realized she was
teasing me and my guilty ramblings abruptly ceased.  I lurched for a pillow
and tried a swipe at her but she dived out of the way with a squeal of
mirth.  I sprang on top of her but she pushed my face down into the
bouncing pale slopes of her breasts and trapped me in her cleavage until I
wrestled myself free and we rolled about on the bed amidst peels of
laughter and bouncing bedsprings.

   We carried on until we were both gasping and our hysterics had turned to
sobs.  Mum decided to bring an end to the game by crouching on top of me
and effortlessly pinning my arms to the mattress.  Her long black hair fell
down over my cheeks as I looked into her eyes waiting to see what would
happen next.  There was a far away look in her eyes and a secret smile
playing on her lips before she looked down at me, let go of my arms and
undid the buttons of her top.

   "You know, this is so right baby." She smiled as she threw the garment
onto the floor.  I watched transfixed as she reached behind her back and
undid the clasp on her black lacy bra, my eyes like saucers as she pulled a
strap away from the softness of her shoulder, and then the next before she
let it slip away from her.  Her breasts tumbled free in the way a woman's
breasts will when released from such firm confinement, bouncing, flouncing
and pale, with a swollen pink nipple atop each cone.

   It was as though my eyes had been opened for the first time, like a
blind person newly cured.  'I can see!  I can see'...  Oh what beautiful
things these were to me...  there they were...  plain as day and not more
than a foot away from my burning face.  My gaze roved over the alabaster
flesh or her orbs.  They were a nice size, not big and clumsy instead they
were cone shaped and perky; they could almost have done to be bigger to
house her large aureoles and nipples which thrust out like pink pointy
fingers.

   She took my hands and placed them firmly against them and then pressed
them in to the giving flesh.  She took her hands away and told me to carry
on feeling her up.  I felt great the way her swaying curves squished around
in my hands as I closed my palm around them and gently squeezed.

   "Do you like what is happening Luke?" I gave a firm nod and tried to say
I did but all that came our was a strangled gasp.

   Her laugh came and went like the tinkle of fine china.  "That's good
Luke because I'd like you to kiss them now."

   She rested on her elbows to let her breasts rock against my face to the
point where her nipples brushed against my lips until I captured one and
sucked it into my mouth.  It felt weird to feel her nipple quickly moving
and swelling against my tongue as though it had a life of it's own; it must
have been a shock because I raised my eyes to hers in a question.

   "You're doing fine, it's getting bigger because you're making it feel
excited in your mouth....Here do the other one."

   She let it pop out and replaced it with her other breast.  To see them
both bared and up close was sheer magic, they looked like bottles of milk
topped with cherry colored caps.  I squeezed it in my hands as I nursed and
sucked on its tip and she sighed and lifted my head off the pillow while
pushing down to full my mouth.  She moaned and took my hand to draw it
between her thighs to press my fingers into the hotness of her cunt.

   Her pubes prickled the softness of my wrists as she set up a rhythm
pulling it in and out.  I finger fucked her for another three minutes and I
think she was almost cumming judging by the panting coming from her but she
pulled back and took my fingers out of her cunt and put them into my mouth.

   "Taste me" she said pushing them in and out of my lips.  "What do you
think?  Do you like the taste of mummy?"

   It tasted kind of sweet and tangy at the same time, the thought that it
came from my mother made it taste even better and I nodded my head.

   "Oh that's good to hear darling because right now I'd like you to return
the favour and go down on me."

   She reached down and parted her plump thighs revealing her full bush or
hair and large wrinkly labia between.

   "I want your mouth down there now Luke.  I want you to suck my cunt. 
I'll show you what to do so don't worry I'll be with you every step of the
way."

   My eyes took in all the glorious details of her full womanly body as I
scooted down the bed.  Her awesome breasts begged for another kiss but the
pressure of mums hand on the top of my head told me there was somewhere
else she would rather have my lips.  I could hardly believe any of this was
happening, my own mother, the woman who had cared for and nurtured me from
a baby wanted me for her lover; she wanted to have sex with me and although
I hardly knew what sex was I yearned to be so close to my mother as to be
almost part of her and this was a wonderful way to do it.

   I planted a couple of small kisses on the rise of her belly where I had
once lived and breathed in the scent of delicately scented bath oils
combined with the musk of her weeping sex.  I traveled a little further
down until I reached the sprouting thick forest of dark hairs with her
glistening labia coated with her juices which I put my tongue to and
licked. Her hips lurched beneath me as she gave a start at the feel of my
mouth on her cunt and I heard her moan out my name.

   "Yes Luke.  Yes my darling take the lips into your mouth and suck on
them a little, I want to feel your mouth there for me."

   After some minutes of licking and sucking the rubbery flanges she guided
me to her clit and told me to suck and lick on it.

   "Oh yes keep going honey that's sooo nice." She gasped.  Her voice had a
pleading edge as she urged me on, begging almost as she asked me to keep
going and please don't stop.  At the same time I felt her the soft flesh of
her thighs hugging my cheeks as she threw her legs over my shoulders and
crossed them behind my back.  Her hands were gripping the back of my head
as she guided me back and forth to the right spot while churning her pelvis
up off the bed to squish her cunt into my mouth.

   This soon became more frantic as her squishing movements became thrusts
and she tightened her grip on me with her thighs and hands and began to
fuck herself into my mouth.  I lost all control of what I was doing with my
lips and tongue as she took charge of the action and humped herself against
me giving voice to her feeling in a way I could never have imagined before.

   "Oh that's it, that's it Ohhhhhhhh...  Ooooooh I'm going to give your
mouth a work out honey.  Keep going, keep on going and don't you dare to
stop working on me, I'm going to cream off right in your fucking mouth. 
Stay with me and take it all down."

   The bed head lurched backwards to collide with the wall and have a fight
with the plaster at it clattered away in time to her thrusts as she reached
her climax.  Her pelvis suddenly shot up like a bow string as she grasped
my hair and pulled my mouth even tighter against her sex.  She let out a
loud wail and then the dam burst as her orgasm spilled into my mouth.

   I had to drink or choke and I chose the former, gulping as fast as a six
year old boy can, I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of hot jizz as it
sprayed against my tonsils.  It was my first experience of coping with the
physical affects of a woman's climax.  I kept up with her as fast as I
could yet even so there were milky rivulets seeping from the corners of my
mouth and running down my chin to form a creamy pool on the sheet.

   She pulled me up to her and fastened her mouth to mine in an open
mouthed kiss as she moaned into my mouth, feverishly telling me how she
loved me.  As if I couldn't get enough of my new toy I broke free of her
mouth and kissed my way back down her body planting kisses on her breasts
and tummy as I traveled down to where my face had been moments earlier. 
She gave an exclamation of surprise but quickly recovered as she realized
she was in for a double treat.

   "Yes." She hissed as her thighs parted to usher me back in.  "Oh yes
Luke....  Yes please."

   This time it lasted longer as I kissed and sucked her to orgasm.  As
soon as she climaxed I began yet again with my seemingly tireless tongue
provoking sounds and noises I never dreamt my mother could make.

   At one point during the night she lay me on my back to climb up and sit
on my face.  It was dawn by then because I remember chinks of light falling
onto her shoulders and open mouthed face.  I'm disappointed that I can't
remember more of my first face ride than the sound of the mattress springs
creaking along with my mothers moans.  I must have drifted off in my
exhausted state because I dreamt I was on a small yacht in the middle of
the ocean as a huge storm crashed above me.  Angry waves tossed me this way
and that as the wind cried in the sails like a goddess in her
anguish....and then nothing until I awoke with the smell of fresh coffee
and cooked bacon.

   I sat up and looked up at Mum who was wearing a silky black baby doll.
She smiled and fluffed up my pillow to rest it on the headboard for me to
sit up and eat my breakfast.  After I'd rubbed my eyes she placed a tray of
bacon, eggs and steaming coffee on my lap.  I grimaced because my tongue
felt sore and stiff from the activates of the night and I told her so.  She
replied that she wasn't surprised and that no one else had ever come near
to being as good at taking care of her.  I remember how she sat on top of
the covers and chuckled.

   "You'll have to keep your strength up from now!" Then after a pause. 
"Would you like to lick me again?" She shed her nightie without waiting for
an answer and climbed onto the bed to straddle my face again.

   "I like being licked from underneath I have very strong orgasms that
way."

   I began to lick her clit but she stopped me.  "Try a little lower
darling I don't want to climax too quickly and licking my clit gets me
there too fast."

   I too her advice and pressed my tongue a little lower as she pressed her
hairy mound into my mouth.

   "Oh yes that's it Luke.  Just there...keep sucking that spot and I'll
tell you when you can get my clit to make me cum in your mouth.  You like
that don't you...  You like it when I flood your mouth...Uh huh, uh huh....
Yeeeeah that's it lover keep on doing me and I'll give you something to
drink."

   Mum was true to her word and very soon the sound of my gulps and her
heated cries were filling the bedroom, it continued like that for most of
the morning, I forgot my aching tongue and managed to pleasure her almost
non stop until we fell asleep again.

   Our day to day life continued as normal.  I went to school each day and
played football with my friends and mum continued her work as an author,
there was only one difference; we has a sex life.  Mum would come down from
her study when I cam home from school and ask how my day had been.  Then
she's tell me to help myself from the fridge if I wanted a coke or
something to eat.....and then apparently as an afterthought.

   "Or maybe a little sex.  ?" I would nod my head vigorously as my hard on
pushed up inside my pants and she would either take me by the hand to the
bedroom and I would lay back on the bed while she unzipped her skirt and
slid her knickers down.  "I've been thinking all day about you going down
on me." She would say huskily.  "I've hardly been able to concentrate on
anything else except how nice it would be to sit on your face when you got
back home." The bed creaked as she knee walked up to my head and looked
down at me.  "I love doing this with you Luke." Then a forest of hair and
soaking cunt descended on me and I began doing what I loved best in all the
world; sucking Mum.

   Winter eventually came to an end and as the snow melted Spring came
along.  We took advantage of the warmer weather and went for walks in the
country.  We would walk hand in hand until we found a secluded spot where
no one could see us and then smiling into each others eyes, we would kiss
and caress until mum took off her panties and I lay down on my back so she
could straddle me.  She didn't always wear stockings but I remember saying
how much I loved the feel of them rubbing against my cheeks.

   "Oh..." She said surprised slightly.  "Does that make you feel randy?"

   "Yes mum.  It makes me want to put my mouth between your legs whenever I
see you wearing them." I replied.

   "That's interesting" She gave a light laugh and tossed back her hair and
from that day on she always wore stockings.

   "Oh God Luke.  Yes!  Yes!  Don't stop darling!  Don't stop!"

   So went the cries of my mother as she sat on the edge of the bed with
her thighs squeezing my face and her legs wrapped around my back.  My knees
were supported by a thick feather filled cushion which she had bought
specially for the purpose.  It was a position we practiced often and my
mother wanted me to be as comfortable as possible while I tended to her
needs in case any discomfort such as aching knee caps detracted me from my
task in hand.

   During those early weeks of our relationship it soon became clear that I
loved giving her pleasure much more than when she scooted down to take me
into her mouth.  I thrived on the long drawn out moans and desperate
demands I could coax from her as my lips and tongue learnt their technique.
I was mummy's mouth boy in the bedroom (her term not mine) and it soon
became clear by tacit agreement that her pleasure was to be paramount.  She
came nicely into my mouth as I, counting myself something of an expert by
now, kept my lips sealed to her cunt in a way that would have made a limpet
look weak.

   We lay back on the bed for sometime afterwards in the now quiet room
except for an occasional sigh of post sex contentment escaping her lips
with the late afternoon sun seeped through the wooden slats of the blinds
to stripe our naked bodies.  It wasn't unusual for us to be making love at
this time of day and it certainly didn't mean our nightly sessions were
ever less energetic or curtailed in any way because of it, these bouts of
impromptu sex were on top of what we did through the night.

   Impromptu is the correct word, as their was never any planning involved,
it only took the slightest touch or caress of a hand on my mother's body, a
soft stroke or her butt as she stood preparing dinner was enough to have
dinner postponed for several hours or abandoned altogether in place of a
takeaway depending on the length of time it took to satisfy her demands
once she had led me to the bedroom.  My mother was on a short fuse; it only
it took the slightest nudge for her to whisk me off to bed and make use of
my tongue for the next two hours or so.

   On this particular occasion she had retired to her study after lunch to
finish typing a chapter of the book she was working on.  I was bored and at
a loss of things to do during that day of the summer holidays.  My friend
was away on vacation so I couldn't call around at his place and go for a
game of football and so I did what I usually did on occasions like this; I
went and enticed mum into sex to pass away the time but also because I
couldn't get enough of her sweet pussy.

   This time however she had left strict instructions that I wasn't to
disturb her until she had finished as it was the final chapter of her new
book that was due at her publishers the next day.  I heard her fingers
dancing across the keyboard before I opened her study door.  Her hands
stopped in mid stroke for a moment as she shot me a brief warning look
before they set off once more in a flurry of activity.

   Her beautiful face was a mask of concentration, I noted the furrowed
brows and tongue tip peeking out of her lips which were always a tell tale
sigh.  I walked over to her desk and moved behind her as my gaze took in
her slender back with her hair swept back and falling down to the small of
it.  It was a mixture of both mischief and excitement that made me start
stroking the back of her neck, caressing the soft nape until there was a
definite slowing down of her typing.

   I heard an involuntary sigh as I moved down to her front and slid my
hand across and down to her bulging cleavage.  She was wearing a buttoned
blouse which I carefully unbuttoned to reveal her bra and the tops of her
breasts.  I managed to bend over and run my tongue against the slope of one
as without a word she miraculously carried on typing.  I slid my tongue
inside the lacy material until it was in the cup and lapped the flat if it
against her nipple until I felt it stiffen and poke up.

   That was usually enough to set her off but this time she carried on
determinedly with only a quick glance at me from the corner of her eye. 
Undeterred I decided to take things further as I knelt down and crawled
beneath the desk on hands and knees until I was looking at her legs.  I
looked up and ran my hands up from the calves and after a few strokes I
noticed her legs were open slightly.  I tried to part them wider but she
tried to close them at the first feel of my hands doing so.  She was too
late as I managed to duck my head forward in time to feel her thighs clutch
the sides of my face.

   With my hands keeping her spread I moved upwards until I was able to
kiss the soft flesh of her inner thighs above the band of elastic until
moving up further I found my desired target.  I began an oral caress of her
crotch through her panties sucking at the contours of her labia until her
typing faltered and then stopped completely.

   My lapping took affect, it wasn't long before her legs opened further
and she began churning her hips and pushing her knickered cunt against my
lips.  I knew I was having the desired effect by the wetness of her
knickers and the pungent aroma of her cunt so it came as a surprise when
she gently pushed me away and clamped her legs closed.  I was about to
start complaining when she reached down and hauled me up from under the
table and brought my face up to hers.

   "I asked you not to disturb me this afternoon didn't I Luke." She didn't
wait for an answer, she just held my eyes for a moment before resuming. 
"But it's very nice anyway, it would be nicer still if we went upstairs and
carried on in the comfort of the bedroom." Then the sound of her tinkling
laughter as she carried me up the stairs into our bedroom and sat me down
on the bed next to her.

   She lifted her top off and tossed it onto the floor and then turned her
back to me so I could unclip the straps to her bra.  I had to mentally
pinch myself as I reached forward to unhook the eye on the band of lacey
material ...  even though we were having se every day I still couldn't
believe how lucky I was to be doing this to my beautiful mother.  I watched
her breasts tumbled forward as I released the catch and swung turned around
to take me into her arms and cover my mouth with hers in a hot open mouthed
kiss.

   I made love to my mothers hot pussy all through the afternoon with my
mothers eagerness beating that of a young bride until she was finally sated
and we both lay back on the bed resting.  It was then that she propped
herself up on her elbow and looked down at me with a lazy smile.

   "I know you're getting sick of me telling you but I'm going to say it
again anyway.  You're the best sex I ever had."

   "Better than anyone else in the world?" I giggled back

   "In the universe!" She giggled back tweaking my nose for good measure.

   "I love it with you mum, all the things we do, I never want to stop."

   "We'll never stop I can promise you that "

   With that she leaned down and kissed me on the mouth with her hair
falling down over my chest as she did.  I reached up and ran my hand over
her silky back, caressing her shoulder blades and slim waist as she let her
tongue roam within my mouth.  We just stayed like that kissing like lovers
do until she sat up again and gazed down on me.

   "Luke" She whispered.

   "Yes mum."

   She bit her lip.

   "What mum?" I asked.

   "I'd like to ask you something." Her face became serious as she worked
out what to say.  "You see I have a friend, a very good friend, she's bit
older than me but very nice.  I've know her for a long time and we share
all our secrets....and I wondered....well we both wondered...We got in
touch through a chat room on the internet for women who like little boys
and girls and have become close over the last few years and trust each
other completely.  We have the same tastes exactly, I've told her about us
and the things we do, and, well she's been wanting me to ask you for some
time." She sighed and reached forward to touch her lips to mine before
continuing.  "She's called Rachel and she wondered if she could see you. 
If you say yes nothing will change between us and the way you and I love
each other, we have something very special going here and nothing will
alter that Luke"

   My mouth was gaping by then and my eyes full of questions as she reached
over and took a photo from the bedside drawer and gave it to me.  An
imposing looking woman with blonde permed haired who looked to be in her
late forties was posing in a skimpy black basque and looking out of the
photo with a saucy grin.  She had a full figure with burgeoning breasts
bursting out of the top of the basque while her hips and thighs might have
been slightly over generous if not for her long shapely legs that made her
about mum's height.  The term 'man eater' springs to mind as I describe her
now and right then I was both excited and nervous and couldn't help but
show it.

   "She had that photo taken specially for you yesterday, she wanted to
look sexy for you.  Do you like her darling?"

   Her gamble had worked if the state of my rising soldier was anything to
go by.  Besides I trusted mum with my life and knew she would never do
anything that would hurt me in anyway, if she said it was alright then it
must be.  She smiled at my stiffy for a moment before looking back at me
with a raised eyebrow, her head tilted to one side and giving me one of
those sexy looks.

   "Yes Luke you'd love it wouldn't you, I can see that you little imp. 
Would you go with her?" Her finger traced the contours of my lips before
fucking in between them suggestively.  "Would you let her use your mouth
just like I do?....

   "Mmm."

   "What's that?" She said removing her finger from my mouth.

   "Yes mum." I grinned back cheekily before exclaiming loudly.  "God!!"

   Mum threw back her head to send her hair flowing down her back and gave
a deep earthy chuckle.

   "Oh Luke I'm so happy.  Rachel will adore you."

   = = = =

   Chapter 3

   Two days later I was standing before Mum freshly showered and wearing a
red new t shirt with a pair of tight hipsters.  My hair was fairly long
because mum liked it that way; all she ever did was trim in now and again
which she did that day.  When she was satisfied with her titivating she
bent down, murmured how gorgeous I was and gave me a wet open mouthed kiss
which prompted me to grab a handful of her breasts.

   She stood up with a girlish giggle and playfully pushed her crotch into
my face a couple of times while she held onto my head.  Mum was like that
all the time now, like a bride on her honeymoon, she couldn't get enough of
kissing, caressing and rubbing her body against me since we'd become lovers
these last few weeks.

   Not that I was complaining as I looked up at the pretty face of my
mother with her gorgeous figure and long black hair.  I loved every inch of
her, the feel, smell and taste of her captivated me completely.  I wondered
how another woman would compare with her.  This Rachel looked interesting
and exciting while the worldly expression on her face hinted at hidden
depths.  I didn't have long to wait to find out.

   Rachel lived laughably close, so much so we walked there rather than use
the car.  She had a large apartment in the centre of town in a secure
complex which we entered through a marble foyer with brightly coloured
water cascading from a fountain in the centre of the floor.  Mum must have
sensed how nervous I felt because she held my hand as we went up in the
lift.  My forehead felt clammy and prickly as she reached out and pressed
the buzzer on Rachel's door, but she bent down and gave me a quick hug
telling me everything was going to be fine.  It was quickly opened by a
sexy blonde haired lady wearing a classy off the shoulder dress that came
down to her mid thighs.

   "Hi come on in dears." She beamed all wide eyed at me.

   I was immediately impressed when I noticed a pair of sexy dark stockings
and heels adorning her shapely legs, it was as though she knew exactly what
I liked, either that or else someone had told her.  I'm sure she noticed my
stare because I saw her giving mum a conspiratorial wink as she closed the
door behind us.  She led us into her living room where with a smile she
pointed to the sofa.

   "Sit here Luke; you'll be nice and comfortable."

   Mum sat on the chair opposite and nodded for me to sit down which I did
followed by Raphael who sat next to me with her breasts trembling in their
tight low cut top.  Her eyes gave me a knowing look; she knew exactly where
I'd been looking.

   "He comes already seduced and ready for action." laughed mum noticing
her interplay.

   "You've done the hard work for me." She smiled quietly.  "He's beautiful
Rachel, thank you."

   "It's my pleasure darling." Then grinning at me.  "I noticed you were
looking in all the right places when Rachel sat down." She said referring
to the way I was ogling her breasts.

   I blushed at that which I think Rachel liked because she placed a hand
on my knee and smiles ever so gently at me.

   "Oh I don't mind that Luke.  I quite like being looked at, especially by
you."

   I managed a weak grin at that, her eyes melted into mine mesmerising me
with promise and meaning.

   "There's so many ways I want you to see me."

   My cock gave a twitch and made a small tent in my pants which she
immediacy cupped giving it a gentle squeeze while running her tongue over
her lips suggestively.  I was so randy I couldn't speak, it was then that
mum stood up.

   "I'm going to go now and leave you two together." She said.

   "Thank you honey," replied Rachel with a laugh.  "Sorry but he's making
me so horny."

   Mum gave a chuckle.  "I know the feeling.  I'll come and pick Luke up
this evening."

   Rachel looked away for a second and then shrugged her shoulders.  "Um
okay."

   There was a hint of regret in her voice which mum picked up on causing
her to smile at her friend.

   "Of course I could come the next day and let you spend the night
together.  It would give you the chance to get to know each other even
better." She laughed.

   "Oh could you dear?" She exclaimed excitedly.  "Of course only if Luke
would like to as well." She added hurriedly.

   Would I ever I thought.  I knew we'd be doing everything together and I
couldn't keep the enthusiasm out of my voice.

   "Yes please Rachel...  If...  If I can mum?"

   She bent down and gave me kiss on the lips letting her tongue roam over
them for a moment before turning around and heading for the door.  She
turned her head around to look back over her shoulders.

   "As long as you're still able to make mummy happy tomorrow night."

   Then she was gone leaving me and Rachel alone.

   Rachel brushed a stray lock of blonde hair away from her eyes and gave
me a smile looked into my eyes for a moment.

   "I have a proposition for you Luke." She said sitting up and looking at
me with a serious expression.  "I think you're really something, a
knock-out of a boy and just the thing I've needed all these years.  I like
little boys and girls of all ages up until the age of eight or so.  I'm
just like your mother, sexually attracted to young children and have been
ever since I can remember."

   She took my hand in hers and gripped it so hard that for a moment it
began to hurt.  "Sorry" she began with a guilty laugh after releasing me. I
guess I'm even more nervous than I thought.  I haven't made a speech like
this before and I'm feeling my way through saying the right words without
making a fool of myself."

   I was young but sensible enough to realize she was looking for a sign of
understanding from me, enough to show her I appreciated her efforts of
trying to explain something so difficult.  I gave what I thought was a
sympathetic smile and used my recently squeezed hand to caress her legs
through her nylons.  It was sufficient to earn me a smile and her hand on
my arm to guide me a little higher up her thigh.

   "You're a six year old boy but I know you and your mummy have been
making love for a few months now and I think that's utterly beautiful.  She
tells me how much you enjoy giving her pleasure in the bedroom - you and
your mum's bedroom now - and how amazing you are every night.  She told me
you liked my photograph when she showed it to you a few days ago and how
you wanted to come here and share my bed so you could do the same things to
me that you do with her.  I can't tell you how excited that made me feel to
hear you'd actually said that Luke and that you wanted me that way.  I need
to hear you say it yourself before I can really believe you're not just
agreeing to all of this just to please your mother."

   Her eyes scrutinized me like a doctor looking into the eyes of a patient
to check his face for signs and I knew whatever I said next was crucial to
whatever relationship I was going to have with her.  I worshipped women and
sex and this one had me thinking about her almost non-stop ever since I'd
seen her photo.  I felt guilty as I brought my mother to orgasm the night
before and imagined how it would be when I was doing the same to Rachel. 
Here was my chance to find out.  I knew enough of how to keep on the right
side of a woman by then and I wasn't about to blow it.

   The first thing I did was to move a bit closer to her on the sofa so we
fitted snugly together and her thigh felt warm against me.  I moved my hand
a little higher just above the band of her stocking top and began massaging
the soft flesh above; at the same time I leant towards her and very gently
kissed the creamy flesh of her bare shoulder.  I heard a quick intake of
breath followed by a gently sigh of pleasure which showed me I had made a
good start.

   "I want to do everything with you Rachel." I murmured softly looking
into her lust filled eyes.  "I want to do all the things mum and I do
together, I want to spend hours in your bed sucking you out again and
again. I want to drink you cum....I want you to give me lots to drink... 
So much that I think I can't swallow any more but I want you to make me.  I
want you sit on my face and let me suck your bottom.  Please use my mouth
like mum does Rachel, I'd love you to have anything from me." It was a good
speech, my mother had trained me to talk dirty and ask for sex, she found
it such a turn on.

   That isn't to say it came out just the way I've written it here.  There
were stops and starts as I thought of what to say next with plenty of "ands
and ums" but maybe that was part of the attraction for her, you know
hearing a little boy's voice describing sexual act in such graphic detail.
In any case she raised her eyes into her lids and I saw them flutter in
ecstasy.

   "Oh Luke...  You lovely naughty boy.  How can a girl refuse an
invitation like that?  I'm going to keep you to all of those promises,
you'll see" she held my hand and pressing it against her panty covered
crotch for a moment before lifting me off the sofa and into her arms with
ease.  Then she brought her face to mine for a wet open mouthed caress that
had her tongue dancing against mine.  Her breath tasted of peppermint and I
could smell her delicate perfume making my senses swim as she gently broke
away and steered my face down in-between her bulging breasts.

   I bared one and nuzzled into it, kissing and sucking the jutting cone
until with a sigh she fed a long swollen nipple between my lips for me to
nurse on.  I was so carried away with my new toy that I never realized I
was being carried up the stairs and into her bedroom until she gently set
me down on her bed and began undressing me like the wrapping from a present
until I sat there quite naked.  I thought she was going to do a sexy
striptease the way mum sometimes did but she was in too much of a hurry to
get her clothes off for that.

   I remember the sound of her bra being unclipped and then her panties
rasping as they slid down her nylon stockings.  How ragged her breathing
sounded, she couldn't get naked fast enough, just the thought of having me
at last was making her desperate.  God what a gorgeous full body she had
when she stood before me naked.  There was so much more of everything
compared to my mother was slimmer.  Her tits were so big they swung and
collided when she bent down to pull her panties down, so was her ass which
trembled when she climbed up on the bed and guided my head onto the pillow.

   "I've been fantasising about having you under my cunt for days.  Stick
out your tongue so I can rub my clit over it....Good boy just stay still
and let me do the work."

   With that she sat down on my face with her cunt forming a seal over my
mouth and her labia flaps and curly forest tickling my chin.  Her juices
were already trickling into my mouth for me to swallow with small quick
gulps as she started to churn her hips, slowly rubbing herself into my
face, cheeks and mouth.  I reached up, slid my hands over her ass cheeks,
and clutched the smooth wobbling flesh in each palm as small whimpers of
pleasure began to escape from her lips.  These soon turned into long drawn
out moans and cries of passion which competed with the rhythmic creaking of
the old metal bed springs as she began to fuck my six year old face.

   "Yes...  Yes...  Yes..." She chanted.  Her crotch was all over me like
an eel on heat as she sought to get herself off in my mouth.  I looked up
through the bush of her fanny and watched her tits slopping into each
other, banging and dancing with the nipples standing out of their large
coral aureoles like swollen fingers.

   "Oh fucking shit!" She cried about three times in the kind of way one
does before something earth shattering is about to happen.  She gave a huge
spasm as her hips pinned my head into the mattress and her cunt began
spurting between my lips I love the taste of a woman's cum, I'd drank
enough of mum's over the past few months to acquire a taste for the stuff
but nothing prepared me for what was about to happen next.

   She gushed and squirted over my face, hair and down my throat with such
gusto that I coughed and spluttered as I sought to swallow it all.  She
orgasmed the way a guy would have done if he hadn't cum in two weeks, and
that wasn't the only similarity.  It was thick and creamy like just like
sperm, and the stuff I couldn't get down my throat ran down my chin in
rivulets to form white pools on the sheets.

   Rachel was noisy in bed, I think that's fair to say and guttural hardly
describes the sounds pouring from her lips.  Mum's lent me out for many hot
dates with her female friends over the years and none of them has come
anywhere near to producing such earthy cries of sheer passion in the
bedroom.  I remember her kissing me when it was over as she whispered in my
ear that she wanted me to keep my promise about sucking her ass.  I'd never
done that before despite my bold words and felt a little scared.  She could
see this and told me it would be fine.

   "I thought you'd done it with your mum from what you were saying."

   "Not yet." I piped in a small voice.

   She gave me a wink and a kiss on my cunt flavoured lips.

   "Don't worry darling, if you're half as good at sucking my ass as you
are at loving my cunt you'll make me a very happy woman.  Just press you
face into my cleft like the good little boy you are."

   I leaned forward and tentatively brushed my cheek against her soft flesh
before extending my tongue to lick.

   "Some kisses please" came the request.

   Butterfly ones at first as I gently planted my lips all over her soft
domes.  She gasped with pleasure at that and throatily asked me to kiss in
between and make them sloppier.  I decided to kiss her as though I was
kissing her mouth, long sexy french kisses which made her moan and reach
back to spread herself wide revealing her dark puckered ass hole.

   "In there...  Tongue fuck me darling." She gasped.

   I flicked the tip against the brown crater and tasted a mixture of musk
and perfume tinged with something darker and acrid.  I felt it give against
me as she relaxed herself to let me slip within her buttocks for a session
of worship that had Rachel reaching a series of noisy orgasms.

   "Oh keep going darling, keep sucking my ass, I love it!" She gasped.

   She kept on moaning and churning her big buttocks into my face.  She had
two orgasms in that way we hardly stopped in between cums before she
reached back to guide my face back to her asshole to start again; it was
too horny for words.

   Afterwards she told me I was marvellous, a natural ass licker but not in
a derogatory sense, she meant it as a compliment.

   "I'd like you to do that for me every time we meet." She purred.  "What
a fantastic tongue you have."

   Our antics lasted throughout the night.  I remember feeling exhausted at
one point as I lay on my stomach to rest between bouts.  Her breathing was
heavy with excitement as she clambered over me and brought her lips to my
ears to nibble and whisper that she wanted to piss in in my mouth.  I gave
a nervous laugh not really knowing if she was serious or not and asked if
this was some sort of new game.

   "In a way it is honey.  All the big boys play it, or at least those who
are really good at sex, that's why it's called watersports."

   She made it sound like a challenge and one that I had to rise to which
is precisely what she was counting on.

   "What do I have to do?" I asked with as much confidence as I could
muster.

   "I'll put a rubber sheet over the bed for you to lie on."

   Her mouth was smiling but her eyes were searching mine as she continued.

   "I want you on your back with your mouth open to drink from me, and when
you've done that I'll climb on top of you and bring my cunt to your mouth."

   I really wanted to do grown up stuff with her but I remember how
doubtful I felt when she said those words.  The uncertainty on my face made
her lean closer, kiss me gently on the lips, and murmur sweet words of
flattery, telling me how beautiful I was and how lucky she was to have me
in her bed, yet at the same time trying to steer me towards her goal.

   "Why don't you just give it a try my sweet Luke, I can see you're
worried but if you don't like it we can stop at any time."

   I could see how much she wanted this from me so I decided to stop being
a baby and do this really grown up thing to please her, after all I
reasoned, it could be fun even if it sounded really strange.  I'd done so
many things with first my mother's lovely nude body and now Rachel's
voluptuous form that one more new sex game couldn't hurt.

   "Okay." I said.  With as much bravado as I could muster.

   Her eyes lit up "Oh wow" she sighed, "that's fantastic Luke!" I could
see she was tingling with excitement as she jumped off the bed, padded over
to a set of drawers, and then bent down.  My prick twitched at the obscene
view of her puckered asshole and hairy cunt that had both been all over me
over the last few hours.

   It was black and floppy, a kinky looking rubber sheet that she pulled
out and placed over the bed.  I was quick to lie face up on the sheet as
trembling with anticipation I remembered her instructions.  I didn't have
long to wait I felt the bed rocking with her weight as she climbed up and
squatted over me and my view of the bedroom ceiling was replaced by hairy
cunt and dangling labia and beyond that a pair of trembling tits.  She
adjusted her stance, bent her knees, and then parted the lips of her cunt
which was only inches above my mouth.

   "Open your mouth honey." She said licking her lips in a shaky voice.

   She must have been storing it up for ages because it suddenly spurted
out in a and hit the back of my throat so I had to gulp or drown.  I heard
it hissing out of her cunt and screwed my eyes shut to stop it splashing
into them; it was hot and frothing as it cascaded into my mouth and down my
throat.

   "Drink it!  Drink my fucking piss!" She hissed.

   I gulped mouthful after mouth full over what must have been at least two
minutes worth of drinking as she mouthed obscenities to the sound of my
swallowing.  I gave a loud belch when she finally finished emptying her
bladder, the wind from her piss escaping from my stomach complimenting the
lewdness of the act we had just performed.

   "My beautiful toilet boy" she breathed as she lay down beside me on the
sodden sheet.  "We have the rest of the night to do everything."

   We made love until dawn; she pissed in my mouth twice more in-between me
sucking her ass and cunt.  I was fast becoming an addict to perversion and
I loved it.  I was exhausted but happy; she was my mistress and I was her
mouth boy.  It was perfect.

   It was a three way thing over the next few years.  I spent many happy
hours in both my mother's and Rachel's bed with a routine of twice a week
with Rachel where I would stay the night and with every other night in my
mother's bed.  Rachel would come down to the house for a threesome every
Friday with me and mum.  Things were going nicely; I had all the sex I
could handle, a little too much at times.  I would often get a text at
school from Rachel...  For example:

   Hi hun r u thirsty?  Fancy popping down 2 my place on yur way home 4 my
special lemonade?  Don't let me down cuz I'm busting saving it up 4 u 2
drink.  U can give me some of yur mouth on my pussy and ass as a thank u.
lover.  Will ring yur mum and tell her u will b a couple of hrs late home.
Will be ok.

   Rachel xxxxxx

   I was late home at least once a week as I popped into her house on the
way home from school for a couple of hours of perverted sex.  Mom didn't
mind me having extra sex with Rachel but primly informed me we were having
an early night after supper just to make sure I didn't forget her needs.  I
must have the strongest tongue muscles in the country with all the hours
I've spent servicing those two depraved women but I wasn't complaining in
the slightest.  I loved hearing them moan and sob as I went to work between
their thighs and buttocks.  Such sweet obscenities escaped their lips as
they urged me on in-between their cries of passion.

   Then two years later came my eighth birthday and a tearful Rachel told
me it was my last visit.  I was too old for her.  Can you believe it?  She
liked her kid's young, very young but I knew that from the start so it
didn't come as a surprise when it happened.  She'd gently explained at the
start of our relationship that she'd want to stop seeing me when I reached
my eighth birthday, yet even so I never believed it would actually happen.

   I made love to her one last time; it was deep and meaningful for both of
us but without some of the raw passion from Rachel that I'd know earlier.
There were no hard feelings between us when it ended and I never lost
contact with her completely.  She still popped over to the house for a chat
to me and mum from time to time or we would go over to her place for
dinner, she told me more than once she was grateful for all the pleasure I
had given her.  In the meantime things were still fantastic between me and
mom, our sex life hadn't slowed down in the slightest and I still found it
taxing although enjoyable keeping up with her in the bedroom.

   My fingers are tired from typing so I'm going to end my story here
because there's nothing more to say except I'm at university and going
steady with a sweet girl of my own age who thinks I'm an incredible lover.
I'm a perfectly normal guy living a perfectly ordinary life making love to
my mother and my girlfriend.  Now what's wrong with that?

   The end

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