("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2013. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Mum's the Word by John Jabbin (jjabbin@yahoo.com) *** Mum has a drinking problem. Son stops by one day and finds her passed out on the couch, nothing unusual there. But what he finds looking through a photo album that had fallen to the floor, sheds a different light on his mum entirely. (MF, nc, inc, alcohol) *** Author Note: The only reason I post these stories is so that people will tell me what they think of them. This one's pretty tame as things go. If you want to read more, you have to pay the price by letting me know you liked this perverted little tale. Write me at the e-mail address above. If you're a minor, don't read this. If it's illegal in your country to be in possession of stories about sex, please destroy all copies of this work. Practice safe sex reading please. *** I dropped by Mum's flat on the way home from work. She'd been having a hard go of it since her second husband had died three weeks ago. I was worried about the old gal even though I was still a bit pissed at how she had treated my father several years ago when she up and left him. No one answered when I rang the door, so I used the key that she had given me a long time back. I was planning on leaving her a note just to say I dropped by. What I found changed my plans for the day and for my life. There was Mum, passed out royally on the couch in the living room. Around her were the remains of her own little pity-party: used tissues, photo albums and an empty bottle of gin. At first I felt sorry for her, and then I had a better gander at the photos she had been reminiscing over. There, lovingly preserved, were pictures of Mum and George (her second husband) going back for many years. And not just any pictures either! Most of them showed Mum in various stages of nakedness doing obscene things with dear ol' George. In one she was on her knees humming a tune around George's skinny little skin flute. In another, she was on all fours with a look of ecstasy as he porked her from behind. In all, the album documented a veritable cornucopia of sexual delights I would have thought impossible of dear ol' Mum. She had always been a bit straight-laced with us children. She was a good-looking woman and I had certainly wanked off often enough with the thought that it was Mum sliding up and down on my stiff staff. But the thought that she was actually enjoying a robust sex life on the side would have been a concept I would have never guessed. Looking at Mum's pictures really made me randy. My cock, which is a bit above average but I'm happy to report is considerably bigger than George's diminutive dick, was begging for attention. I double-checked and Mum was still well gone, so I picked up the albums and went to sit beside her on the couch. As I set down close to her, I noticed that Mum wasn't wearing any knickers under her housecoat. I laid her flat on the coach and pulled the housecoat aside and sure enough, Mum's puss was as red and swollen as her nose and eyes. She hadn't just been reminiscing over poor dead George, she had been frigging herself as well. Probably the old whore was off her stride from not getting a constant supply of steady fucking since ol' George was gone. As I let my fingers wander through her brown bush and slide across the puffy lips of her cunt, she didn't bat an eye or move a muscle. I had been thinking about just sitting beside my Mum and getting the pleasure of wanking off next to her undetected, but after seeing Mum's pretty puss, my cock had other plans. If Miss Muffy was lonely, why not give her a little company for the day. I quickly stripped off my clothes and then climbed up on the couch between Mum's legs. I spread her out, throwing one leg over the back of the couch and pushing the other over the side. Then it was just a matter of wetting the head of my prick with a little spittle and bringing the soldier to bear on Mum's hairy snatch. Oh, what a lovely cunt she had, too! The only thing that would have been better than the first taste of fucking Mum would have been if her eyes had flown open as I sank into her. She gave a bit of a moan as she took me in, but unfortunately she didn't wake up, even when I started fucking her with gusto. She was dry at first, but after just a bit, her cunt was alive and wet even while she was still out of it. She ended up having a fine sloppy cunt, which was very nice since she was only lying there and not moving. All my thoughts of fucking Mum over the years came back to me and it wasn't long before I was filling her puss with my wet, sticky load. She must have really drank herself stupid, because as I was cumming in her I couldn't help but kiss the old broad right in the mouth. Her breath tasted like the flowers of gin and her mouth was as warm and soft as her cunt. I've certainly had more lively women, but I can't remember when I've enjoyed cumming in a finer cunt than Mum's. I determined right then that I'd be sure and keep a lot of gin on hand at her house just in case she started feeling melancholy again. But, I must say, fucking Mum didn't help me to stay mad at her. In fact, I felt positively sentimental about the ol' gal after I had shot off into her snatch. It's hard to stay mad at a cunt you've just cum in so sweetly. So I picked her up and carried her to her room to bed her down. She didn't weight a lot, being a slender woman, and weighted even less after I stripped her of her clothes. Of course, after I put her on her bed, I gave myself a good look at her from top-to-toe. Her tits were not large and, being on her back, they tended to sag just a bit in opposite direction. She had a pretty face and fine, full lips. I thought about stuffing my cock in her mouth, but I've never really been fond of that. Now, if she were awake and on her knees, that would be another matter. Her tummy was a little soft and her legs could have used a bit of firming up, but all-in-all she was not a bad looker for a woman near her forties. When I pushed her legs up to her chest to have a good look at her well-used snatch, she did moan a bit. Perhaps she was coming 'round. In any case, I must say that my spunk beginning to dribble from her cunt was a definite improvement to the picture. I rolled her on her front and got the same nice view of her backside. As I spread her bum cheeks and got a good look at her little brown hole, I decided the time was ripe to live another fantasy. I've always fancied a bit of buggery, but never found a bird that was willing to accommodate me. A quick trip to the water closet provided the lubricant that would work just fine. I had a fine time lathering up the ol' rod, getting it nice and greasy. As I spread her cheeks and set the head in place, Mum still didn't move a muscle. She began to squirm a bit as I drove Little John home, but after I was firmly seated, she settled back down. Her bum was better than her cunt, of course, being the tighter of the two. And if anything, I was even more randy for her than before, having had a nice feel-up for a while now. Best of all, even though it felt like I wasn't the first that had been back there, it was my Mum's bum that I was humping fairly hard. I don't think I could have taken much, but as I began laying into her heavy, sliding in and out of her slippery ass, she started grunting on each down-thrust. Just hearing the ol' gal huff and puff made me blow my load that much quicker down her colon. After I had pulled out and wiped Little John off in her lovely hair, I went in search of Mum's instant photo camera. I found it promptly in her closet and returned to her bedroom for a few souvenirs of my own. Propping her legs up, I got a couple of nice close-ups of my sperm dribbling out of both her lovely holes and I got a few shots from further back as well. I did end up leaving her that note before I left. Dear Mum, I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty of putting you to bed. The next time you feel the need to drown your sorrows, give me a ring. I'll bring the gin and be sure you're tucked safely to bed in the end. By the way, I've borrowed your photo album 'till I've had a chance to go through it properly. There are a couple of pictures that I may want to get enlarged and framed, but no worries. I'll bring it by again tomorrow when I'm done. Perhaps we can share a toast or two then. Cheerio now... Your son, John ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 79