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(F/m-teen, ped, inc) *** PART 3 The final experience with my mother was the closest that I ever came to actually fucking her and happened about two months after the previous one. In the UK in the early eighties, there was a television revolution, with the start of Channel 4. For years, us Britons had had to make do with just three terrestrial channels, churning out pretty much the same stuff. But Channel 4 was different. From the outset, their management seemed determined to shock, or at least gain a reputation with the 'moral majority' that ensured that they got the headlines that brought them to public attention an awful lot. One of the ways in which they achieved this was by showing seasons of films that had not been seen before on television, mainly because they were considered too 'risqué'. Some, according to the papers, were 'nothing more than pornography'. In modern times, they would probably be shown in the children's schedules, but at the time, to a hormonal teenager, they were almost hardcore. One Friday evening, I was sitting on the sofa watching one of these films, a French one if I remember rightly (French one's were always popular because there were always loads of tits and the occasional flash of bush). Mum was having a bath before going to bed, and I was just waiting for her to do so before I pulled out my cock and got down to some serious wanking. But, instead of getting out of the bath and going straight to bed, she walked into the living room, dressed in her bath robe and with a towel round her head, and asked what I was watching. I told her that it was some French film, that it was 'ok, but not great', hoping that she'd say goodnight and head off to bed. But she didn't. She plopped herself down on the sofa beside me telling me that she was going to 'Watch for a while whilst my hair dries'. Great, here I was, getting all geared up for a pud- pulling session, and now my Mum had sat down beside me and put the mockers on it. She sat there watching the film, making the odd comment about the plot or the actors or the actresses, even commenting during the various sex scenes. Then it came to a fairly realistic sex scene that seemed to go on for hours, and the inevitable happened. Despite thinking about cows in fields having a shit and working my way through the times tables, I got a hard- on. Not just a run of the mill hard-on, but one which grew to the extent that it pushed the material of my dressing gown aside, exposing my cock to the world. I tried to subtly hide the fact, without my Mum noticing, but wasn't successful. But she just said 'Oh dear, maybe we'd better change channel'. Just after this the scene changed to one of those long, drawn out, deep conversation scenes in some café that seem to be so prevalent in French films, and my excitement subsided. However, shortly after this there was another sex scene, this time involving two women and a man, and again the inevitable happened. But this time, as I tried to cover myself, and with the words 'This is quite hot, isn't it', my mother reached across with her left hand and gently grabbed my cock, slowly starting to wank me without taking her eyes off the events unfolding on the screen. I gasped for breath, enjoying the sensations that were spreading through my groin. Mum shocked me when she said 'I bet you'd have probably been doing this for yourself, and I'll bet you thought that my joining you was going to spoil your fun'. I sheepishly admitted that she was right, but also told her that I was now glad that she had. The scene on the screen was getting hotter, with another man and another woman joining in the action, which caused my Mum to increase the speed of her strokes, whilst using her free hand to undo the cord of her bathrobe, revealing that she was naked underneath. My eyes moved from the action on the screen to take in the exposed flesh of my mother sitting next to me. Obviously, it wasn't the first time that I'd seen it, but this was different, this time she had my prick in her hand and was slowly jerking me. I gingerly reached out my hand to the exposed left breast and touched it. Mum looked at me. 'Its not as if its the first time that you've touched my tits so you know its not going to bite you. Go on baby, I'm feeling so randy'. I did as I was asked and started kneading her tit, which caused her to jerk faster. The faster she jerked, the more I started to thrust upwards to meet her action, and very soon I was on the verge of shooting my cream. Mum obviously realised this, and slowed down, with the words 'Not yet, baby, not yet'. She then reached up, taking my hand off her breast and guided it down to the hairy triangle between her legs. Once my hand was there, I gently began rubbing between her legs, seeking her clit and feeling how wet she already was. As I did so, she let go of my rigid member, putting a hand on each of her tits and kneading them herself, occasionally tweaking her nipples. As I increased my movement, she started breathing more heavily, and I could feel her wetness increasing. Suddenly she said 'Oh darling, put your fingers in me and make your Mum cum'. As she did so, she spread her legs wider, giving me a better view of that pink cunt that had occupied my fantasies since the last time, so I needed no second bidding, sliding first one, then two, and finally three fingers in to the warm moist tube that I'd emerged from fifteen years previously. I finger fucked her as best as I was able, given the position that I was in, and slowly started to jerk myself with my free hand. Mum noticed this and told me how she was enjoying me wanking whilst I fucked her with my fingers. Hearing her talk like this almost sent me over the edge. After a few minutes of this, I noticed Mum's breathing becoming more rapid and her body was spasming until she went completely rigid, crushing my fingers with her fuck tube and flooding them with her warm juice. As she relaxed, she lent over grabbed my head with both hands and planted her mouth on mine, kissing me in a way that a mother should never kiss her son, her tongue flicking into my mouth and finding mine. The trouble was that, because of the position that I was in, this movement almost broke my wrist and I pulled my hand away from her pussy, yelling as I did so. This did kind of kill the moment and my mother apologised profusely, examining my wrist and concluding that it wasn't broken. She did joke about the fact that having injured my wrist, she'd put paid to me finishing myself off and offered to do it for me, as it was 'only fair' as I'd 'sorted her out'. She told me to stand in front of her and I needed no second bidding. She looked down at my semi-erect cock and commented that I was looking almost ready, before she grasped it and started to pull slowly on it with both hands. The harder I got, the faster she wanked, and it wasn't long before I knew I was on the verge of cumming. Unfortunately, after our exertions on the sofa and before the start of these latest ones, my mother had closed her bathrobe and tied it. At this point, so close to shooting, I said to her 'Please Mum, open your bathrobe and let me see your tits.' She made no reply at first, but complied and I was able to watch my mother's tits bouncing gently as she jerked me off. She obviously noticed where my eyes were and started to give me encouragement. 'Do you like watching Mummy's boobs as she plays with you, come on baby cum on Mummy's tits, cover them in your sperm.' That was it and with a loud grunt I shot my load. However, the first spurt missed her tits completely and it her square on the right cheek, just beside her nose and started to slide slowly down. The remainder covered her breasts and she carried on jerking until me knees started to buckle. Then she surprised me by leaning forward and taking most of my now softening prick in her mouth and sucking down the length of it with an 'Mmmm', and then her tongue flicked out to lick the jism that was on her face. I collapsed on the sofa beside her and Mum closed her bathrobe and rubbed my cum off her tits. Then she leant over, kissed me gently on the lips, saying 'That was fantastic. I love you darling, goodnight', with which she got up and took herself off to bed, leaving me wondering if I'd dreamt the whole thing. When I got up the following morning, I could hear Mum in the kitchen, so I threw on a dressing gown, and made my way downstairs. Being a hormonal teenager, I was hoping to walk in to the room and find her wearing nothing but a smile, ready for a repeat of the last night, but was disappointed to see that she had already showered and was fully dressed. I greeted her with a cheery ''Morning Mum', but when she turned round, she looked very serious and just asked me to sit down at the table. I did so, and there then followed a very 'heavy' thirty minute discussion (although she did most of the talking) about how what had happened should never have happened, that if anyone ever found out that she would be in a lot of trouble and that nothing like it would ever happen again. Throughout this, she was continually apologising to me for what had happened, and even though I told her that there was no need, she wouldn't have it and was very clearly racked with guilt. When she had finished, she told me that after that conversation, what had happened would never be mentioned between us again, and she was right, as it never was. I did, on occasion, try to get a repeat of the performance. Sometimes, knowing that she was due home from work, or a night out, I would strip naked and lie on my bed slowly wanking, or sit on the sofa, my cock out doing the same. The reaction varied. She would either walk into the room, walk out immediately saying nothing, or she would start shouting at me about how disgusting I was and that I should cover myself up. She had meant what she said in that conversation and nothing ever did happen between us again. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 75