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 Title: Why Should I Leave Home Ch.  01


Summary: Will Mum influence my plans to leave home?


Keywords: inc,fic





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   And so the story begins...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Why?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I'd ask Mum.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Her hand pressed the towel to her forehead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   She paused as a naughty grin spread over her face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Why oh why, had I responded like that?

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

   Why had I backed off?

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

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

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

   I had no answer...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   At that moment I heard Mum voice calling quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I had no answers - not yet anyway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I heard Mum chuckle quietly and turned towards her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I was definitely hard - rock hard and horny.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   But it soon appeared that Mum was far from finished!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   She shook her head just as I shook mine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I shook my head as if to show surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   She paused and breathed deeply then smiled at me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "More?" she asked, "Honestly?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Mum nodded furiously but said nothing so I carried on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Why not?" I countered, "We get on well together and we think alike
and..."

   "...and we make love together so well!" added Mum, interrupting quickly.

   "Yeah, twice in succession!" I said, "Not bad for a old woman!"

   "Owwww!" I gasped as her internal muscles tried to crush the life out of
my cock, "That hurt."

   "Well, you hurt me when you said that, so there," said Mum grinning and
adding a more friendly squeeze, "So - you're willing to give it a go?"

   "Sure," I answered, "We'll make a good team."

   "No darling, not a good team, a good couple," she added, "A good loving
couple too."

   I bent and kissed her, Mum's lips warm and soft against mine and we
clung together in love, our bodies soft against each other until finally
we'd unwound the tension of our discussions, then, with the usual mess of
seminal fluids and applications of towels we rearranged ourselves on the
bed, side by side.

   "I'll put the house on the market tomorrow," said Mum, eager to please,
"I don't suppose it'll take all that long to find a buyer and..."

   "Whoa," I said as I grabbed Mum's hand and held it, "There's no panic."

   "But I want us to be proper lovers as soon as we can," said Mum.

   I laughed while caressing her fingers.

   "I'm happy enough as we are for now; we don't have to move," I said,
"It's not as if we're having sex out in front of the house; it's all in
private, isn't it?"

   Mum nodded and smiled.

   "Just so long as we behave when we're out and about," I said, "But what
we do indoors is another matter altogether!"

   "Will you sleep with me?" asked Mum as her own fingers responded to
mine, "Here in my nice big bed, please?"

   "Course I will," I answered happily, "I wonder how much sleep I'll get
though!"

   "Mmmm, not a lot if I have my way!" Mum answered as her other hand moved
to her groin, "Ohhh darling, I'm sure I could do it all over again!"

   "Tomorrow," I suggested, feeling totally relaxed now, "Anyway, before we
even think of moving we've got that holiday to enjoy."

   "So we have, I'd almost forgotten about it!" exclaimed Mum, suddenly
animated, "Now that's going to be fun, isn't it!"

   "Certainly be enjoyable," I said, "All that relaxing and lazing
about..."

   "You won't have time for that!" said Mum with a giggle, "Don't forget,
I'll be there with you!"

   "Oh and in your new swimsuit of course," I added and Mum blew me a kiss.

   "It's all thanks to that swimsuit, isn't it?" asked Mum as we reclined
again, "If my old one had have fitted me none of this would have happened."

   There was a small silence as we contemplated our words, then Mum spoke
again.

   "Oh I tell a lie," she said, "It was going to happen one day, wasn't it.
The holiday and the swimsuit just happened to came along at the right
time."

   "Was it?" I queried, "Were you that certain we'd be in bed together?"

   "It wasn't just me, was it?" replied Mum as her hand stroked lazily over
my abdomen, "I used to watch you watching me but you were so straight-laced
once."

   She stopped and reaching over she put her fingers around my cock, which
immediately began to respond.

   "And then we found this thing, didn't we!" she said as she stroked me
deliciously, "Perfect timing!"

   "Hey, speaking of timing, my rugby!" I said but Mum held me down.

   "That must have finished ages ago," she said, her hand now stroking my
erection, "So how about we start another game?"

   "Mummies and daddies?" I suggested wickedly and Mum laughed happily.

   "Come on then," she said as she rolled over, kissed my cock and sat up,
"Who wants to be on top!"

   I didn't care - I was on top of the world anyway.

   My wonderful Mum and I were a couple now and things could only get even
better.



   to be continued....


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