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Mother Knows Best - 1
by Mr Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)

***

A bi-sexual mature man encourages his younger male lover 
to be more adventurous with his newfound girlfriend. He 
tricks the boy's mother into educating her son along the 
way. (MF, MM, inc?)

***

PART 1 of 3 PARTS

It started when we met on a round of summer conferences. 
She was widowed, and had been for some time, and I had 
recently started a new job which requires me to travel 
around the UK and occasionally abroad. We are both in 
our mid-50s.

We got chatting during a particular conference and then 
again a few weeks later when we met again at another. We 
had a pleasant evening; we enjoyed dinner and later, 
when we were having drinks, she idly enquired after the 
sort of room I had in the hotel as many of the delegates 
seemed either very pleased or somewhat disgruntled at 
their particular rooms. Her room was, she said, 
particularly poor. I suggested that she called in on her 
way to her room which was on the floor above mine. I got 
out of the lift and went to my door, opened it and stood 
aside so as to let her in.

She didn't leave until just before 6 o'clock the next 
morning. Since then we have met several times, usually 
at her house where she continues to live alone. Ben, her 
unmarried son, having moved out some time before.

It is a satisfactory and convenient relationship which 
we both enjoy. She is content to remain widowed and to 
conduct a discreet affair with me, a married man. I 
adjust my route to and from wherever I am going and 
extend my time away by one night when I am staying with 
her. It is an agreeable arrangement which gave her and 
me some company with the added bonus of some very good 
sex.

One time recently, after we had both quietened down and 
our breathing returned to normal, I reached up and 
untied one of her wrists and then the other as we 
kissed. The suggestion of restraints came from her some 
time ago as the she was keen to experiment with 
different things having had, she told me, a stable but 
unexceptionable sex life with her former husband. She 
had been keen to try various things early in our 
relationship, firstly different positions and then into 
more adventurous role play as her inhibitions fell away.

In the calm that follows good lovemaking she confided 
that she thought Ben had at last found a girlfriend. I 
said nothing in return and just waited for her to carry 
on talking. She said she had been worried about him in a 
motherly sort of way; she admitted he had become 
something of a mother's boy and she was pleased when he 
eventually moved out to forge his own life. I thought at 
the time that she might have been probing for 
information but I remained quiet. Eventually I said that 
I had to go and she reminded me that I was going to drop 
off some of Ben's books at his house on my way home.

We got up and showered together and indulged in a little 
light petting and fondling but I resisted the urge to 
have sex again. We dressed; had coffee and then she went 
to get the books for me to deliver. We said our goodbyes 
and I quietly left the house and drove off. Ben's house 
is about an hour distant and then a further two hours 
for me to carry on to my home. I had left six hours for 
the three hour journey.

I drove to Ben's house and he was obviously expecting me 
as his mother had telephoned ahead. He opened the door 
as I approached and stood back as I went in with the 
parcel of books. I handed them to him which he accepted 
but showed very little or no interest.

'Are you leaving straightaway, David' he asked quietly.

'No, I can stay for a couple of hours.'

'Oh good.' he breathed softly and stepped towards me and 
put his head on my chest.

I put my arm around him and he looked up at me in that 
particularly fetching way he has. Any resolve I had in 
not continuing with this melted and I kissed him gently 
but which he returned eagerly.

He pulled back slightly and looked up at me.

'I'm not in any hurry Ben.' He nodded, and turned 
towards the stairs.

I enjoyed the thought that within a couple of hours of 
being aroused by his mother in a shower, I would be 
making love with her 24 year-old son.

I held him close to me as we kissed and ran our hands 
over each other's naked bodies. I then edged down the 
bed, kissing his neck, shoulders and chest until I 
paused and sucked and then gently pinched both of his 
nipples in turn with my lips. I carried down across his 
flat stomach on the way to my goal. His penis was rock-
hard with its head glistening and slippery with precum. 

I teased the head with my mouth, enjoying the slightly 
salty taste before taking it into my mouth. I heard Ben 
take a sharp intake of breath and felt his hand on my 
head. I am never too sure who enjoys this the most; I 
adore sucking his cock. I love the feel of it in my 
mouth as I slide it in and out, milking it of precum 
with my hand as I do so.

'Turn over Ben.' I said softly.

He rolled over face down and parting his legs slightly. 
I gazed down at his hairless body as I lubricated his 
pert arse using first one finger and then two; with 
practiced ease I climbed between his parted legs and 
slid my hard penis in gently until I felt the first hint 
of resistance; I stopped moving but kept the slightest 
force and waited. After half a minute or so I felt his 
arse muscles gently relax and I slid fully into him in 
one slow and smooth movement. He let out a quiet gasp.

We stayed joined or about 20 minutes or so. I 
occasionally pulled out to re-lubricate him before 
entering effortlessly again. Towards the end I felt my 
penis swelling and I think he sensed it to as he pressed 
back hard against me as I moved into him, and very soon 
I came.

I am still at a loss to explain how good it feels to 
make love with this young boy nor that I have no pang of 
conscience that I am also his mother's lover. That I 
made love to them within hours of each other somehow 
heightened my selfish pleasure.

As we lay there side-by-side afterwards, I asked him 
about his girlfriend. He was somewhat surprised that I 
knew but told him that his mother had mentioned it and 
was pleased for him. I asked what she's like. He 
hesitated and said that she was in her last year at 
college and was pretty and that she had put him at his 
ease; he is the first to admit that he has never 
particularly felt comfortable in female company. I asked 
him how often he saw her and he said once, perhaps 
twice, a week as she was still studying and he was 
trying to settle into his new job. On impulse, I asked 
him if she stayed here at his house.

'No,' he said softly, 'we haven't got to that kind of 
level yet.'

I said that I wasn't trying to pry which was a bit of a 
lie as his mother had pondered much the same question 
but hadn't like to ask him. I couldn't enlighten her, 
being in the relationship I was in with her son, so 
would made some noncommittal comments as she idly talked 
to me.

'Well Ben, it will happen as it's meant to be and I'm 
sure it will. It's a natural progression and it will 
happen. You are both young so you have plenty of time, 
just don't rush things.'

He sat up suddenly. 'I'll show you a picture of her.' 
With that he got out of bed and picked up his mobile 
'phone.

I looked at him as he crossed the room, picked it up, 
turned around and came and stood beside the bed; he was 
a good-looking lad with a fine body. I had long since 
stopped bothering about whether it was alright for a man 
to look at the body of another and see beauty in it. I 
did. He sat on the side of the bed and pressed a few 
buttons on his mobile and handed it to me.

'This is her. Her name is Julie.'

I looked at a head and shoulders shot of a very 
attractive girl. Her hair was shoulder-length and she 
had a very winning smile. However, what struck me was 
she had the most gorgeous pair of eyes; they were quite 
large and a very deep brown. There is no doubt she is a 
very pretty girl and I told him that. He looked quite 
pleased and I asked if it was him that had taken the 
photograph? It was, he said; he'd taken it a few days 
earlier when they had been out somewhere in the evening. 
I told him that he was a very lucky boy. I put the phone 
down on the bed and looked at him.

'Come back in here,' I said, 'I have some unfinished 
business to attend to.'

Without any hesitation he climbed in and lay against me. 
I kissed him lightly and then rolled him onto his back 
and once again kissed my way down until I took his 
hardening penis into my mouth. Using only my mouth I 
teased him to a full, hard and copiously leaking 
erection. Silently we lay there as I moved him in and 
out of my mouth while at the same time sliding my finger 
in and out of his arse made slippery by my cum. It 
didn't take long, perhaps a couple of minutes. 

I felt his body go rigid at the same time as he gasped 
followed very quickly by surprisingly powerful spurt as 
he came in my mouth. I held onto him as he bucked 
slightly with each spasm but I didn't let him go, 
swallowing as I held onto him, until he quietened and 
finally ceased to cum. He lay there breathing deeply and 
slowly until that too, quietened. I let his softening 
penis slipped from my mouth and moved up the bed and we 
kissed. He particularly liked us to do that after he had 
cum.

'I love it when you do that David.'

'If things go well for you Ben, you will like it even 
more when Julie does it for you.' I whispered and waited 
to gauge his reaction, which was one of silence for 
several seconds.

'I can't see that ever happening.' Then, after a second 
or so he said 'I just don't have the confidence. It took 
me ages to pluck up the courage to even kiss her; other 
than that, I haven't laid a finger on her.'

'Right then!' I said sitting up quickly, 'Let's make a 
pact. The next time you're out with her and you kiss, 
which you will, concentrate on her reaction and see if 
she keenly returns it. You will be surprised just how 
easy it is to do and the things it may lead to. If she 
doesn't want you to, you will know but it generally 
doesn't mean she never wants you to; just that she 
doesn't want you to yet. Does that make sense?'

He pondered for a while and then nodded. 'I'll try.' He 
said quietly.

I told him that things would move on and that having 
moved house he was now more independent and could do 
largely as he liked. After all, I told him, he couldn't 
live in that small pokey bedroom at his mother's house 
for ever. He smiled and nodded in agreement and then 
said something that greatly surprised me.

'It is bit of a pokey room isn't it?' He said. 'The bed 
was cramped enough for me so you must find it really 
small when you stay there.'

Either the look on my face, my silence, or perhaps both, 
clearly surprised him as he looked puzzled. Neither of 
us spoke for what seemed ages but I but I doubt it was 
more than a few seconds.

'I don't stay in your room, Ben.'

'Then where do you stay?'

Good heavens, I thought, am I really going to have to 
spell this out? In the ensuing silence I realised that 
yes, I was going to have to.

'In your mother's room, Ben.'

Again, a long silence, and then. 'What, with her; in her 
bed?'

I didn't say anything, I just nodded.

'My God, I hadn't realised, I never thought. Are you 
really saying you sleep with my mother?'

I decided that I had to get rid of this incredulity on 
his part. 'Yes,' I said bluntly, 'and for a lot of the 
time we don't sleep'

His silence lasted for some time.

'I know that you're married David so I thought that you 
and Mum are just good friends. I can't imagine my own 
mother sleeping with another man, and certainly not one 
who is married. As for the thought of her having sex, 
well that's never entered my head. Having sex with you 
of all people is, well....' His voice faded away and he 
stayed silent.

I waited for a while as I am always reluctant to break a 
silence. However, after a minute or so, I did.

'Me having sex with her or because you and I have sex 
Ben?'

'Both' He said softly and then turned to look at me. 'I 
think a lot of you David.'

I said nothing and just nodded.

'When did you last have sex with her?'

'This morning,' I said bluntly and, added almost 
cruelly, 'before coming to see you.'

'How can you do that?' he asked.

'Because I enjoy great sex with your mother and great 
but different sex with you. Not better or worse sex Ben, 
just different. If it makes any difference, I am very 
fond of you both.'

'And your wife David?'

'Don't go there Ben.' I said harshly.

'Sorry.' He said.

I nodded acceptance.

'Come back in here David.'

I lay beside him and drew him closely to me. After a 
minute or so he began to talk. He apologised and again 
repeated he hadn't even thought about his mother and me 
and couldn't imagine his mother in bed with a man. He 
told me that his friends would visit his house when he 
was younger and some of them would remark on the size of 
his mother's breasts, which embarrassed him. 

He was even more embarrassed when a couple of friends 
said they used to masturbate whilst thinking about her. 
He also recalled, in retrospect, that the male teachers 
at the school were always ready to give her a generous 
amount of time during parents' evenings. As he grew 
older he recognised that she was an attractive woman. He 
had only seen her naked couple of times and really that 
was the sum total of his knowledge about women. I asked 
him how he felt when he saw his mother naked. He paused 
and said, in an embarrassed tone, that he, like his 
friends, sometimes masturbated at the thought of it.

I let him talk until he naturally fell silent. I raised 
myself on one elbow and looked down at him.

'Look at me,' he said softly, 'getting hard at the 
thought of my mother.'

I looked down and indeed he was sporting the beginnings 
of a respectable erection.

I kicked aside the sheet and pushed him onto his back 
whilst in the same movement went down and took his half-
hard penis fully into my mouth. I heard his sharp intake 
of breath and felt his penis move as it started to 
harden. For good measure, I slid my index finger into 
his arse and felt for the bulge of his prostate and 
started to massage it as I moved his penis in and out of 
my mouth. 

In less than a minute he gasped; I let his rigid and 
twitching penis fall from my mouth and, giving it a 
couple of encouraging strokes with my free hand, lay it 
across his flat stomach as the first streak of cum 
snaked across it. 

He bucked and the first streak was followed by another 
and then another. He cried out as I continued to stroke 
his penis at the same time massaging his prostate. He 
grabbed my hand holding his penis in a surprisingly 
strong grip but still he bucked as the spasms continued. 
His cries diminished as the stream of his cum slowed and 
I withdrew my finger. Eventually, he quietened down but 
his body still shaking, as if shivering. I let go of his 
penis and pushed his legs apart and lay between them, 
looking down at him.

He was almost in a faint and breathing shallowly, his 
eyes half focussed and his limbs still slightly 
trembling. I knelt back, took both of his legs and 
raised them onto my shoulders. His legs were 
surprisingly limp and he offered no resistance. By 
raising my shoulders I was able to lift is arse clear of 
the bed; balancing on one arm, I scooped up a generous 
amount of his cum in my hand and reached down between 
his legs and spread it over his opening. I took what I 
could of his remaining cum from his stomach and chest 
and rubbed it over my rigid penis. Feeling my way with 
the head of my cock I slid fully into him in one smooth 
movement. He gasped, fully opened his eyes and reached 
up and joined his hands behind my neck.

'Oh yes please.' He whispered.

Where before we had made love, now I fucked him. After a 
few thrusts he matched my rhythm and pulled me fiercely 
down to kiss me with surprising force. Again we matched 
each other's thrusts – until after a few seconds, he 
spoke.

'Oh yes.' He gasped softly, and then, in a whisper, 
'Daddy's fucking me.'

I stopped, fully inside him.

He opened his eyes, focussed on my face and then 
giggled, almost girlishly. As he did so, I felt the 
ripples of his laughter reach my cock. I came instantly. 
As I tried to force myself ever deeper into him with 
each contraction he continued to chuckle in a deep and 
mischievous tone.

'That caught you by surprise David.'

I replied in kind.

'When I was fucking mummy this morning, just like I am 
fucking you now, I liked watching her large breasts move 
up and down with every thrust. Sometimes, she plays with 
her breasts, pinching the nipples until they stand up 
rigidly and then she likes me to suck on them as we 
fuck.'

I paused, fully inside him. 'I bet you'd like to do that 
with Julie wouldn't you?'

I saw a flicker of doubt pass across his face and then 
he said softly, 'No,' he paused, 'no, I wouldn't.'

He looked unsure as if trying to figure out how to 
express something. I was still inside him and made no 
movement. He took a deep breath and then let it out 
slowly as if he'd resolved something in his head.

'I don't know what to do with Julie.' He said and I 
caught the sound of desperation in his voice. He paused 
and then said. 'I'd like mother to tell me.'

He didn't say anything else and I didn't respond. I 
pulled out and lay beside him.

We lay in silence for a couple of minutes.

'I doubt that's going to happen Ben, nice idea though it 
is. You'll have to fumble your way about just as every 
other boy does. Anyway, why don't you talk about your 
fears with your mother? You have nothing to be shy 
about.'

'I couldn't. I just couldn't David. It's not an option.'

He fell silent and I let it stay that way for a while 
and then said quietly that it was time I was moving. I 
said I'd be around in about three or four weeks' time 
and I would possibly stay with his mother on my way 
home. He looked at me in a questioning sort of way; I 
said that I would call in to see him on my way home.

It was nearly six weeks before I was heading back from 
business and on my way to his mother's house. During 
that six weeks things had changed and she told me that 
Ben would be there when I arrived but that he was going 
to leave early evening perhaps even before I arrived. 
However, when I arrived his car was on the drive. She 
met me at the door led me through the house into the 
back garden where they were having an early evening 
drink. I have to say she looked great... and Ben did 
too. 

She had on the loveliest summer dress which showed her 
ample cleavage and when she turned around the straps 
went over her shoulders and crossed at the back and 
joined to the back of the dress which was cut 
surprisingly low. Ben was tanned and relaxed and clearly 
appreciated how good she looked. She wasn't wearing a 
bra so I assumed that all she had on the other than the 
dress was her usual thong which she always wore when she 
knew I was arriving.

We spent a very pleasant hour sat in the garden enjoying 
our drinks. Ben was confident and good company. His 
mother was beautiful and charming and exhibited that 
unique confidence that only a mature woman can. She 
served our drinks, moving gracefully from one to the 
other and I watched Ben's eyes following her as she did 
so. Also, there was a dawning realisation that she was 
enjoying herself too and indeed, she was flirting with 
us both. By the time Ben announced that he was leaving 
an idea had formed in my mind.

We said our goodbyes and I walked out with Ben to his 
car.

'Will I see you tomorrow David, on your way home?' he 
asked.

'I've got a better idea, Ben' I said, 'turn up here 
tomorrow at 10 o'clock and let yourself in.' He looked 
at me quizzically. 'Come and find us.'

He went to speak but I cut across him and said 'Ten 
o'clock tomorrow morning Ben, come and find us.' I 
turned and walked back to the house where his mother was 
waiting.

We ate a light supper sitting in the garden until the 
fading light and the cooler air encouraged us to go 
inside. She stacked the dishes to clear up in the 
morning. She turned to me, took my hand and led me 
upstairs to her room. She stood by the bed facing me. 
She reached behind herself and undid the two buttons 
that held the straps of her dress and let it fall to the 
floor. She stood there wearing just her thong, looking 
at me. 

I glanced down and noticed that the crotch of it was 
clearly wet. She saw that I'd noticed and gave me one of 
her slow, wicked smiles. As I started to undo my shirt 
she lay on the bed on her back and lifted her legs up 
and pulled off her thong and threw it to one side and 
then blatantly parted her legs.

I left my clothes where they fell and without any 
preamble went down on her. She was drenched. After less 
than a minute she came heavily and held my head hard 
against her. When she calmed down, still holding my 
hair, she pulled me up and kissed me while at the same 
time grabbing my cock and pulling me into her. After no 
more than two minutes of which can only be described as 
hard fucking, I took my chance.

'Fancy getting so turned on by flirting with your son.'

She didn't respond nor hesitate, she just continued to 
thrust against me.

'Imagine Ben's fucking you.' She gasped and I realised 
that I was getting into it too. 'That's why you were 
flirting with him. You wanted him to fuck you and now he 
is.'

As I said that, any control that we had deserted us both 
and our thrusting became almost animal like. 'Go on, 
fuck Ben harder.' I said harshly. And with that I came. 
As I did so she let out a low, long moan.

'Oh yes, oh yes.' She said almost inaudibly and I felt 
her orgasm under me.

When I softened, I lay beside her. Neither of us spoke 
nor broke the silence in any way and we just drifted off 
to sleep.

The following morning we woke quite early, her before 
me, and immediately got up to make coffee which she 
brought back to bed. She climbed beside me and sat there 
quietly sipping her coffee and apparently deep in 
thought. I felt certain that she was thinking of last 
night but I didn't make any attempt to break into her 
reverie. After a while she put her cup to one side and 
lay down beside me, snuggling up close. I caressed her 
breast and she reacted surprisingly quickly so I moved 
my hand down between her legs; she was remarkably wet. I 
went to speak but she must have sensed it.

'Don't mention last night.' She said.

'Why, because you enjoyed it?' I asked mischievously.

She didn't answer.

I got out of bed and walked to her dressing table and 
opened the bottom right-hand drawer. My movement grabbed 
her attention because that is where she kept her 
vibrator and other toys connected with our lovemaking. I 
removed the vibrator from the draw and also four silken 
scarves. When I turned and walked toward the bed she 
smiled and settled herself in the centre of the bed 
spreading her arms and legs as she did so. Neither of us 
spoke as I used each scarf in turn to tie firstly her 
spread arms, then her parted legs, to the four corner 
posts of the bed.

I sat beside her on the bed facing her. I took the 
vibrator and held it in front of me turning it on as I 
did so. I played it firstly across her breasts 
marvelling at how quickly her nipples reacted and then 
lightly running it down across her stomach and down, 
passing it briefly over her clitoris and noting that she 
reacted almost as if she had received an electric shock. 

I spent the next few minutes teasing her wet opening and 
her clitoris with the vibrator until she started 
following its every movement in an attempt to keep in 
contact with her clitoris. After a minute or so her 
breathing quickened and I chose the moment where she 
started to cum to slide the vibrator inside her.

 As ever, when she was tied like this, her orgasm 
wracked her body and she fought the restraints, twisting 
this way and that with each convulsion. As the spasms 
weakened I reduced the speed of vibrator until it 
stopped completely and let her quieten down with it 
still inside her. When she stopped moving I withdrew it 
completely.

I waited until her breathing calmed down and knelt 
between her legs. At this point I was hoping that she 
would stay true to form. I was not disappointed.

'Fuck me, David,' she said softly, and then almost 
inaudibly 'Rape me, be rough with me.'

I needed no second bidding and I did just as she asked 
and just as I hoped she would. As ever it was wild, 
rough and just plain uninhibited fucking. For five 
minutes or so we thrashed, kissed, sucked and bit as I 
pounded into her and she struggled beneath me all the 
while muttering a string of obscenities. I kept 
thrusting even as I came, finishing with one last plunge 
into her.

We lay with me on top of her until my penis softened and 
I slid out of her. As I did so I pulled away and looked 
down to see her opening and the inside of her thighs 
were wet with traces of my cum. I stood up beside the 
bed and looked down at her and then bent over and kissed 
her.

'You are one amazing and beautiful sight,' I said.

At that moment I heard Ben's car arrive, dead on time.

'David, quickly, untie me. Tell him to wait downstairs.'

I didn't reply, I just reached for my jockey shorts and 
pulled them on. As I did so we both heard the front door 
open.

'Wait, Ben!' She called out. 'I'll be right down.'

As I went to the bedroom door I heard his footsteps on 
the stairs.

'Ben, don't come in. Wait there!' She called again.

I opened the door and stood back. He reached the top of 
the stairs and I noticed almost in passing that he was 
dressed for a summer's morning, wearing just a pair of 
shorts and T-shirt and that he was barefoot.

He showed no surprise upon seeing me standing there in 
just my shorts. He continued into the room and turned to 
look at his mother naked and tied to the bed.

The silence in the room was complete. There was no noise 
from outside, no ticking of clocks in the room, just an 
overwhelming sense of quiet and calm. Nobody spoke nor 
moved; even our collective breathing was muted. It 
stayed like this for a seemingly long time although I 
would imagine it was only for a few seconds.

'Untie me Ben.'

He didn't say anything. He moved and stood by the bed. 
He paused and looked her up and down and then sat down 
on the side of the bed facing her.

'Untie me please Ben,' she said quietly.

He didn't move for a few seconds and then slowly reached 
across for the scarf restraining her left hand. He took 
hold of the loose end of the scarf, hesitated, and then 
let it go. He pulled his hand back a little way, paused 
again, and then back until it was about six inches above 
her breast.

'Ben, this is not a good idea,' she said, her voice 
quavering a little.

He looked directly into her eyes and she unwaveringly 
met his gaze. I watched this frozen and silent tableau 
in mute fascination. It was possibly only for three or 
four seconds but at the time it seemed to take an age. 
Slowly he lowered his hand.

Silently, and without either apparently noticing, I left 
the room and went into Ben's former bedroom where I had 
left my overnight case.

To be continued in part 2...

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