Any resemblance between the content of this story or any of the characters depicted herein and real persons or events is highly unlikely and purely coincidental.

Timeline: Year Three

Content: Science Fiction, MF, oral, inc, mom/son.: Phil has some work to do, and six months to finish it. A pity things don't go as smoothly as he hopes.

"I'll be back off my deployment in six months," Dad told me before he left. "I want you to get your mother pregnant by the time I return." He told Mum the same thing, so I was looking forward to six months of boffing my sexy mother. Hah! Not a chance.

The first night, when I tried to get her into bed, she told me, "Your father said by the time he gets back, and that's six months away. We don't even have to think about it for five months."

"We could always start practicing," I pointed out, hopefully.

"No, Phil," she said, cutting me off.

Well that left me really pissed off, to put it mildly. I'd built up my hopes for a six-month shagathon with my sexy Mum, but no dice. I felt just as deflated as my prick.

The pod AI was no help either. As long as she was pregnant when Dad got back the damned thing didn't care whether she was six months pregnant or six days pregnant. I could have screamed with frustration. It wasn't like I was going without. Dad's third concubine, Gisele, was happy to fuck me most times I got horny. But she wasn't Mum, and it was Mum I had the hots for; probably because Dad had kept her for himself up to now, so she'd been off-limits.

We had a bit of a strange set-up in our pod. When he'd been extracted, Dad took Mum and me as his two allowed concubines. He'd had to use a slot for me because I was seventeen then, with a CAP of only 4.7 -- yeah, I know, I'd heard them all: 'Phil the prat', 'Phil the plonker', 'Swarm-food Phil'. And that was just my friends! Of course they'd turned into my former friends; I was off Earth and they weren't. Who's laughing now, plonkers?

During the journey here Dad picked up Gisele as an extra concubine while we were still on the ship. Her original sponsor had got himself reduced to a concubine, so she was floating around as a spare. Dad got her because he'd scored 6.9 CAP, (almost a seven), and we were two men with one woman, so we were short of women in our pod. The Civil Service guy said something about helping with genetic diversity in the family as well. Gisele is Austrian, so her name has a hard G, like KEEZ-ler, but with a G and the 'er' sound at the end. Definitely not JEEZ-elle, which really annoys her.

Dad hadn't allowed me to fuck Mum up to now, but he did let me fuck Gisele, at least when he wasn't doing her himself. That helped a lot and I was able to stop worrying about the muscles in my right arm getting overdeveloped.

The day after Dad left I talked to Mum before breakfast, "Why can't we do it now, Mum? We're going to have to do it sometime, so why not now?" I was trying my hardest not to get whiny about it, which was guaranteed to put Mum off. I allowed myself to ask the question once. Just once.

"It is not easy for me, Phil," she explained. "You still look like my son and I can't help thinking of you as off-limits. I know that the Confederacy can fix any medical problems from inc... from you fathering my baby, but it hasn't really sunk in. I need a lot more time to get used to the idea before I can do that sort of thing with you."

She had a point there. When we'd gone into the med-tubes for our changes, I'd come out looking much the same as I had before: better teeth and better eyesight was about it. I was still just under six-foot and had the same dark blond hair as Dad. In contrast Mum had gone from thirty-nine to looking like twenty-two, and a lot sexier than she'd been before. Dad had slimmed her thighs, flattened her stomach, tightened her arse and lifted her tits; Mum was a hot babe! She didn't really look like the mother I'd left Earth with, while I still looked like me. Dad was a Marine, so he was huge, two metres (that's six foot seven in old money) and wide with it. Mum had been pregnant for nine months, but Dad had popped her straight back in a med-tube after Kath had been born so she was still looking hot. In contrast to Mum, who was medium height and brunette, Gisele was tall and pale blonde. She'd arrived from her former sponsor with enormous tits, but Dad had reduced them to just being large. That was fine by me, they'd looked ridiculous on her at their old size. I know us men are supposed to find big boobs a turn-on, but hers were just silly. Her previous sponsor must have been a right idiot. I suppose that was what got him knocked back down to a concubine.

As well as Dad and us three concubines, we had two babies in the family: my little ten-week-old sister Kath, and Gisele's Franz who was two days older. Franz's father was Gisele's previous owner -- she was already pregnant when Dad took her in. A lot of concubines got pregnant in those first few weeks on board ship! That meant that I wasn't going to get Gisele pregnant this time round. Dad wanted to do that himself when he got back from his deployment, so he'd put her in a med-tube to fix things so she wouldn't get knocked-up while he was away.

Having two nursing babies around meant that I got four tits to look at over the breakfast table while Mum and Gisele were breast-feeding. Two brown nipples on Mum and two pink ones on Gisele. All four with big areola. Dad had allowed them to lose those ugly concubine smocks and they'd switched to mini-skirts with an optional nursing-bra style top. Mum had told Dad that the smocks weren't very convenient for breast-feeding, so he let them wear something different. He allowed me shorts and a T-shirt, but still in that horrible grey colour. Well, it was better than that damned smock thing, I preferred being naked to having to wear that.

As I stared at the two of them feeding their babies at breakfast I blurted out, "How about some of that for me, Mum?" Me and my big mouth. Speaking before thinking again.

"Certainly dear, there's a jar of expressed milk around somewhere if you want some." Mum was able to keep a straight face, but Gisele lost it and burst into giggles. I felt my face burning as I turned bright red, had I really been that obvious? Mum continued, "Or was it not just the milk that you wanted?"

"Erm...." Oh shit, what was I going to say now? Could I really ask Mum to let me feel her tits? "Well, Mum, I was really hoping for ..."

"You just want to get your hands on my boobs, don't you?" Mum wasn't stupid; she'd always been able to see straight through me.

"Erm... well... yes, I suppose so, Mum. They do look nice, and I am getting to see them a lot with you feeding Kath." I'd learned that it was better being honest with her than trying to fool her. Dad might be able to put one over on her sometimes, but I'd never been able to.

She looked at me with a half-smile on her face, thinking. "OK, we can have some fun when you get back from work. It'll give you something to look forward to while you're shoveling glop."

Here on Waller the Civil Service had arranged work for us concubines to do. We couldn't stay in our pods fucking or babysitting all the time, so they'd organized all sorts of jobs for us. I was shoveling glop down at the Biology Station. It's really a sludge of the local bacteria, but we called it glop. Waller has less oxygen than Earth, so we're using the native bacteria to help build up the oxygen in the air. One of the guys said it was like living halfway up a mountain on Earth, where the air is thinner. Apparently the med-tubes have given us some extra nanites to help our breathing until the oxygen level gets more like Earth's.

We used big open concrete pans to grow the glop. Start with a mixture of replicated glop-food, seawater and the local bacteria. Then leave it to fester away in the sun making oxygen until the bacteria had eaten all the food and the pan was full of glop. We shoveled the glop straight into a big recycler. The stuff was organic so it was easier for the replicators to make food from glop than from sand. Pretty much all Waller has on land is sand and rock. There aren't any native plants or animals at all. Anything living on land is an import from Earth, including us humans.

As a change from shoveling glop I've also worked at shoveling sand. That's where we put rock and sand with some glop into a special replicator and soil came out the other end. We planted mountain grasses from Earth in the new soil. The grasses made more oxygen and helped cut down on the dust in the dust storms. With all that sand and no plants, the dust storms could get pretty bad in the Dry season -- we've only been here long enough for one of those so far. They want to get some sort of force field in place by next year to protect the town. The dust storms certainly weren't any fun last Dry season.

That day the previous shift had just emptied one of the pans so I was working on steam cleaning it ready for the next batch of glop and thinking about Mum's tits. She was right, it did give me something to look forward to.

And boy was I looking forward to it when I got back to the pod after work. Why was nothing ever easy with Mum? First she sent me off for a quick shower to clean off all the sweat and grime from work. OK, I allowed her that, I did really need one. When I'd finished, in record time of course, I found that baby Kath had latched on and Mum wasn't going to let me do anything until Kath had finished feeding. Even then, I had to help clear up the kitchen -- Mum was really good at keeping me frustrated! Gisele took both the babies away to settle them down after their feeds and finally Mum sat on the sofa and patted the seat next to her for me to sit down.

"So, you want to get at my boobs, Phil?" Mum didn't mess around, she got straight to the point.

I immediately got very embarrassed, just like whenever I tried to chat up a girl I really fancied and made a complete prat of myself. Even worse, Mum had left her top off and was just wearing her skirt. I was trying not to stare at her chest but I was too embarrassed to look her in the face. "Unhhh...." It was like one of those nightmares where you wanted to do something but couldn't get anything to work right. God! I was making such an idiot of myself!

"I'll take that as a 'yes' shall I?" she said with a smile.

I nodded. My mouth still didn't feel like it was properly connected to my brain, so I didn't trust it to say anything right.

"OK, put your feet up on the sofa and lean back so you can lay your head in my lap."

That was some good news and some bad news. The good news was that I was now looking up at the underside of Mum's lovely firm new tits, just inches above my face. Maximum underboob! The bad news was that I got stiff in a flash and had an obvious lump in my shorts, which Mum couldn't miss seeing. At least with Gisele out of the room there was only Mum to see it. I couldn't cover it with my hands because I needed them for Mum's boobs, so I just had to pretend it wasn't there.

Mum's tits looked awesome from below. They sagged a little more than usual because Kath had just had her feed, but they were still amazing. I hadn't been this close to them since I'd been a baby myself.

"Go on, feel them," she told me.

I had enough sense not to grab them straight off, I knew from girlfriends and Gisele that I should be gentle with them at first. Even so, it was difficult not to dive right in. These were not just any old tits, these were Mum's tits. They were softer than my teen girlfriends' and there were two dribbles of milk coming from her pointy brown nipples. I wasn't sure what to do with the milk so I licked it off as it ran down, switching from breast to breast. I could feel her moving to help me by twisting a little to bring each boob into position.

"You'd better get used to the milk," she told me, "it will be there for a few years yet."

"Wha...?" I was still not very coherent at this point. Two big distractions kept interrupting my thoughts.

"I'm going to have more babies regularly, so by the time each one is weaned the next one will be about ready to start."

"Mmmph." It was difficult to talk with her nipple in my mouth. While she'd been talking I'd followed the trail of milk up her right tit to the brown nipple and started suckling. The milk was... different. Not like ordinary milk. Sweeter. And it came in much nicer containers!

She put a hand on my head to get me to pause, "Don't take too much, Phil, your little sister needs it more than you do."

I switched to her other boob, but all too soon she stopped me there as well. As I lay back on her lap she stroked my forehead, "Did you enjoy that?"

"That was great, Mum, thanks. When can we do it again?"

She laughed, smiling, "Men! You just think about one thing. Go find Gisele, and get that lump in your shorts taken care of."

Damn! She'd noticed. I'd pretty much forgotten about her seeing my hard-on and now she had to remind me. I went red and rushed out towards Gisele's room preceded by the tent in my shorts. Mum really knew how to embarrass me.

I got to Mum's tits twice more over the next few days. I could never tell whether I'd be lucky or not, but the hoping did make work go by more quickly. The first time I ended up with Gisele again afterwards, though the second time Mum let me know that our fellow concubine wasn't feeling in the mood and I had to finish myself off in my bedroom. I wasn't a sponsor, so Gisele could tell me "no" if she didn't want to fuck. I wasn't complaining mind you, she said "yes" a lot more often than any of my girlfriends back on Earth ever had. Even after they made that big announcement about the Swarm I still wasn't getting a lot of nookie. With my 4.7 CAP I was lucky to get a date at all. The girls all wanted to date boys with sponsor scores.

A couple of days later Mum and I were on the sofa again, with my face buried in her tits. I felt her hand start rubbing my chest and tweaking my nipples. I went, "Mmmm," trying to encourage her while thinking, 'lower, lower,' at her. Either my mind control powers kicked in (Not!) or Mum had decided to take things a step further. Her hand moved down and was soon rubbing outside my shorts where my shaft made a big ridge.

"My, what a large lump you have. Would you like Mummy to massage it better?"

"Mmmm." I wasn't really that incoherent, but I figured it would be better to let Mum take the lead. Whenever I tried to force things, she would shoot me down in flames. She seemed to want to move things along in the right direction, so I left her to it. At first she just used her hand flat, moving it round and getting my prick even more excited. I kept playing with her tits, alternating licking one nipple while tweaking the other. I wanted to keep her in the mood. Next she closed her hand over my cock, not moving it up and down, just squeezing and releasing.

"You like Mummy doing that for you, don't you?"

I pulled my mouth off her nipple, "Oohhh... yes."

She smiled at me and grasped my shaft through my thin shorts, curling her fingers round it, and began to rub up and down. "Ohhh, such a nice hard stiff one you have. Almost as big as your father's."

Thanks for nothing, Mum. I really needed to know that. I'd come out of the med-tube a bit bigger than before, but Dad had obviously wanted to be numero uno. I didn't say that of course, what I actually said to Mum was more like, "Unhhh... yes, Mum, that's really good, unhhh..." before I squirted in my shorts.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Spraying my shorts like a twelve-year-old who'd caught a glimpse of his girlfriend's nipple. How could I look like a suave potential lover for Mum if I did something stupid like that? I apologised quickly, and ran to my bedroom to clean up and get a new pair of shorts from the replicator.

I grunted my way through dinner and escaped back to my room as soon as possible. Mum came in, topless, to kiss me goodnight. She didn't mention my 'accident' but just chatted about stuff she'd done during the day. I did say, "Thanks, Mum," when she left. She'd been trying to be nice, so I wanted to thank her. Besides, I was more likely to get into her panties if I treated her nicely. Ulterior motive or what?

When I woke up the next morning I had a thought: Mum wasn't stupid. Definitely not stupid. She had to have known what would happen if she rubbed my dick like that. She must have expected it. I wouldn't have grossed her out at all, or looked silly. I'd done exactly what she expected me to do. Great! If that was what she wanted, then I'd spunk my shorts for her any time. I was much chirpier at breakfast having worked that one out. I didn't always see things straight off, but I did get there in the end.

That evening was the same, I got to play with Mum's tits and ruined another pair of shorts. Having her rub me was so much better than doing it myself. I was much more relaxed about it as well, so I didn't rush out afterwards. I thanked Mum with a kiss and walked slowly out. Not as sophisticated as I wanted -- difficult with a big wet patch all over the front of my shorts -- but not the embarrassed bent-over rush I'd done the day before.

The next day I was anticipating more fun with Mum all through my shift. It wasn't to be. After dinner, Mum put the babies down and picked up one of the slushy romance novels she liked reading.

Instead, Gisele pulled me into her room. "You've been neglecting me, Phil. Tonight, you're mine." She stripped and lay on her bed, legs wide apart. Her snatch was staring at me, and I was staring right back at it. Very nice looking too, with its light halo of blonde hair. Her voice brought me back to reality, "Eat me. You need to learn to do it better."

Gisele should know, hers was the only pussy I'd eaten since we'd been extracted. Then it struck me; there was a second pussy in our pod. If I got a good report from Gisele, then the owner of that other pussy might let me at it.

I told her, "Sure, Gisele. I'll eat your pussy for you. You can teach me while I'm doing it." And she did. Very thoroughly. My jaw was beginning to ache by the time she let me put anything other than my fingers or tongue into her. At least my shorts were safe for the night.

For a few days Mum played the same game with me as before: sometimes she would let me at her tits and rub me off, other days not. Some days Gisele was ready to play, and to teach, other days she wasn't. I never knew from one day to the next what would be waiting for me after my shift. Between the two of them I didn't have a chance.

Eventually, Mum moved things on a bit. That day, when she reached for my dick, her hand went under my shorts, not over them.

"Ohhhh... that's really good, Mum," I said, smiling up at her past her boobs.

"Take your shorts off," she told me. "The waistband is getting in my way."

I heaved my hips up and quickly slid my shorts down. As soon as I could I got my hands back on her tits, tweaking her nipples for her. Her hand felt really good on my cock, much better than when she was rubbing me through my shorts. All too soon I was cumming all over my stomach, my T-shirt and Mum's hand. She produced a wash-cloth from somewhere and wiped her hand on it.

When she'd finished, she handed it to me, "Here you are, clean yourself off so you don't drip all over the floor, dear." Mum could be very romantic sometimes!

She only did me once over the next three days, so I was getting rather impatient. Bad mistake. Bad, bad mistake. When Mum finally beckoned me over the next evening, I dropped my shorts before walking across to her with a big stiffie and a grin on my face. She frowned, put her top back on and told me to go to my room and play with myself. Like I said, a bad mistake. Gisele turned up a few minutes later to offer me a consolation tittie to suck on, and a hand job. I asked for more, but she wasn't in the mood either. She explained that Mum was still finding it difficult doing things with me, and I should let her go at her own pace. Well, thanks for nothing, Gisele. Why didn't you tell me that earlier today, before I made a complete fool of myself?

The next day I discovered why neither of them were in the mood, as they were both on the rag. After their babies had been born, their periods had synchronised so they were both out of action at the same time. When Gisele got her first period after she'd recovered from Franz's birth, I'd asked her if I could do anal with her. Not good -- not good at all. She exploded, in German, so I didn't understand a word of it. I got the message clearly enough though. When she'd calmed down a bit she explained that Der Bastard had wanted anal. A lot. And he hadn't been gentle about it either. She wasn't going to do anal with me. Ever. She would never call her previous owner by name, he was always, "Der Bastard". I didn't know any German at all, but even I could translate that. I apologised to her and never mentioned the subject again. Asking Mum for anal would just have annoyed her and got me cut off for months, so I was left mostly with my fist for a few days. There was the Civil Service brothel, but the girls there weren't going to do their best for a concubine like me who wouldn't be able to get them out of the place. I'd tried it before a few times and had always come away disappointed. Gisele did offer a blow job, but her heart wasn't in it so it wasn't as good as it could have been. I just sat things out and waited for normal service to resume.

Even the babies caught the general mood. The next morning at breakfast, Franz threw up all over Gisele's boob. She scolded him lightly, in German, and took him off to the bathroom to clean up. Mum had me wiping the kitchen floor while Gisele was cleaning herself. Yes, the nanites could clean things automatically, but they take time to do it. Better to wipe most of the mess up by hand than have to suffer the smell for a few hours. I'd be at work, but Mum, Gisele and the babies would be home during the day. It wasn't that difficult, and I was trying to be the dutiful son who deserved a nice reward from his Mum.

Work really dragged since I knew that I wouldn't be getting anything in the evenings. I did have one thought though: if Mum was on her period now, then she'd be at her most fertile in about two weeks. Maybe, just maybe....

The drought ended with a bang. Rather than sitting on the sofa, Mum told me to come into the main bedroom to help her. First she spread a large towel on the bed. "I don't want stretch marks on my tits," she told me, handing me a bottle of massage oil. She laid down on the towel, face up, and looked at me. "Come on, they aren't going to oil themselves. You like fondling them so you might as well make yourself useful."

I dragged my jaw off the floor and sat on the bed next to Mum. I poured some of the oil onto her tits and began massaging it in. Mmmm... nice soft shiny oily tits under my hands. Mum was going to have the shiniest, oiliest, tittiest tits on the planet if I had anything to do with it.

"You're lopsided," she interrupted. "Don't sit beside me, sit over me. Just try not to put too much weight on me."

Reluctantly I lifted my hands off her oiled mountains of magnificence and began to climb onto the bed.

"Take your shorts off first, dear," Mum said. "No point in getting oil or anything on them."

Now at this point, my brain managed to engage itself. It wasn't being distracted by a couple of smooth shiny soft melons under my hands, so it had a chance to think. Mum didn't need me to oil her tits, any stretch marks could easily be fixed in a med-tube. My shorts could instantly be replaced from a replicator. Even I could tell that there was something going on here. And what had she meant by 'or anything' on the shorts?

I couldn't stand there thinking all day, I had work to do. I dropped my shorts and straddled Mum's hips. She still had her skirt on, so I wasn't going to try anything down there. I could read her signals clearly enough.

Remembering to keep most of my weight off Mum, my hands resumed their delightful task. Her hands went to my knees and slowly slid up the outside of my thighs. I kept oiling, despite the distraction. By now I had learned to let Mum take things at her own pace, and we were obviously going somewhere we hadn't been before. Her hands gently massaged my thighs before moving onto my bum-cheeks. I tried to concentrate on Mum's boobs while also getting into the feeling of her hands on my arse. I kept rubbing, making sure to give her nipples an occasional treat, and covering the smooth skin of her boobs as well as the contrasting texture of her areolae. Meanwhile she increased the pressure on my bum. She wasn't just rubbing, was she was pulling me forward? To test her out, I shifted forward slightly. She smiled, and kept up the pressure. Going with the flow, I slowly knee-walked up the bed, oiling all the time, until I was kneeling just below her tits. She smiled again and stopped pressing, just rubbing my bum lightly with one hand. Her right hand came round and gently touched my cock. I was hard, of course, but she wasn't wanking me like she had before, just softly stroking me with one finger. Slowly she pushed my prong down between her tits.

"Squeeze them together, dear."

I moved my hands to the outside and pressed her boobs inwards, closing them over my stiffy. Heaven! For a moment I didn't move, just savoring the sensation of her flesh closed over mine. I made sure I positioned my hands so my thumbs could rub her nipples as I held her ta-tas together for my pleasure. Slowly I began to move my hard-on back and forth in her well-oiled valley. I really didn't want to ruin this for either of us, so I kept a careful eye on her to check I wasn't taking things too fast. I made sure to keep my thumbs going on her nipples as well; she deserved to get her fun from this as well as me. Her hands had returned to my arse and were gently fondling.

"You like that, don't you, dear?"

Understatement of the year. Tit-fucking Mum! I was in paradise, sliding back and forth in her oily tunnel of ecstasy. I wanted it to last forever. I think I managed not to go at it too hard, but I was definitely losing control a bit towards the end. When I was getting near to erupting, much too soon of course, I managed to gasp, "Mum, I'm gonna..."

"Do it on my boobs," she told me.

Reluctantly I pulled back out of her titty-tunnel and jerked my dick for the last few strokes. Mum used one hand to tickle my balls and that place between my ballsack and arsehole. I erupted in seconds. I did manage to get most of it on her tits. A small spurt hit her neck, though I was able to avoid her face. I didn't think she'd have wanted that.

I collapsed on the bed beside her, "Thanks, Mum, that was amazing."

She smiled and hugged me, "I thought you needed something special after having had nothing for a few days."

"It was really special, Mum, really really special." I lay still recovering for about half a minute, just relaxing in the feel of Mum lying next to me with my spooge dripping off her tits. I wondered if she had got off herself? Maybe she wanted to? I thought I'd better check, at least I might rack up a few brownie points with her. "What about you Mum? Can I do anything special for you?"

"Not now, dear, maybe later. Thanks for asking though, very thoughtful of you."

Good, that must have scored a few points for me. Help to make up for the next time I put my big foot in it.

"We both need showers," she told me, "so off to your room and clean up."

The next day I suspected that Mum wouldn't do anything with me, and I was right. How could she follow a performance like that? What I did get was Gisele. She'd been out of action for a few days as well and wanted her pussy thoroughly licked and fucked and licked again and fucked again. Gisele can sometimes be a very demanding woman, so I really needed my medical enhancements that night! I was happy to oblige her, and she even commented that I was getting better at rug munching. Hopefully she would pass the message along to Mum.

She did! Thanks, Gisele.

The next evening Mum asked me if I was still interested in doing something special for her. I agreed of course, and she led us into the bedroom. At the door she did something she hadn't done with me before, she undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Mummy had been a naughty girl today, she hadn't put her knickers on. She treated me to the sight of her delightful bum, tight and well-shaped thanks to Confederacy med-tubes.

I told her, "You're looking good, Mum."

She giggled and wiggled it at me, "I'm glad you noticed, dear."

She moved to the bed and lay down on her back with her legs apart. "Gisele tells me you're getting pretty good at licking her pussy. Let's see if she was right."

I just about managed not to run as I moved quickly to the bed and settled myself between my mother's spread thighs. She'd taken all her hair off down there, so her whole pussy was bare. With her legs parted, I could see a bit of pink peeping between her outer lips. I started by stroking the very tops of her thighs, and all around her pussy, without actually touching it. All I did at first was to blow on it to let her know I hadn't forgotten about it. She was already a bit damp when we started and I could see her getting damper as I teased her. I moved my hands apart, separating her outer labia a little more. That gave me some room to get my tongue in for a slow lick from bottom to top, and back again.

I was trying to remember what Gisele had liked best, and using those same ideas on Mum. It is not easy watching your mother's face while you're eating her pussy -- too many distractions. She seemed to like more tongue and a bit less fingering than Gisele, so I adjusted my style to suit her. I was paying a lot of attention because I really wanted to make this good for her. Her clit was longer than Gisele's, once it had emerged from its hood, so it was easier for me to get at. I spent most of my time there after it put in its appearance. I certainly knew it when she came, she almost crushed my head between her thighs.

"Mmmm, that was lovely, dear. Very good," she thanked me. Then she got me to lie on the bed beside her and jerked me off. Not as spectacular as the titty-fuck, but I wasn't going to complain.

The next day was a repeat: I licked Mum's pussy and she jerked me off. On the third day I was back with Gisele.

The day after Gisele I was back with Mum. They seem to have me arranged on a cycle; two days with Mum and one with Gisele. There I was, Phil the stud: holes filled on demand. Unfortunately, I hadn't yet got my dick into the hole I was really after, though I was getting nearer. Mum was slowly getting closer to giving me what I wanted. That day I licked her pussy again, and I'm sure I did a pretty good job. I was more used to what she wanted by then and made sure to give it to her. I think Dad may have had my skull strengthened in the med-tube; I needed it the way she squeezed my head between her thighs when she came.

Afterwards, I lay down beside her and, as usual, her hand started travelling south.

"Do you want some help with that, dear?"

"Yes please, Mum," I told her. "That would be really good."

Her hand wrapped itself around my shaft and slowly started moving. "You like that, don't you, baby?"

"Yes, Mum," I groaned. I was not at my best for a conversation at that moment, her hand was very distracting. I was relaxing with my eyes closed and enjoying the sensation of her hand on my dick, when I felt Mum's tongue in my belly-button. Startled, I opened my eyes and looked down at her head as it moved down towards my groin.

As I watched, her hand slowed and her lips lightly kissed the end of my cock. She pulled back briefly, and then sucked in just the head, her lips sealed tightly around it. I could feel her tongue as well, playing on the tip of my dick. After a short time, though it felt like hours, she took me in deeper. All the way to the root. Mum was deep-throating me! I could feel her throat tightening around my cockhead as she swallowed. She held it in there for a few seconds and drew back a bit so she could lick my bell-end. Her mouth felt so warm and enveloping.

She carried on like that, two or three shallow, then one deep. I just lay back and enjoyed it. This was even better than the titty-fuck. A quality deep-throat blow-job; much better.

I was trying not to thrust my hips too much. Jamming my dick down her throat was guaranteed to annoy her, and that was the last thing I wanted to do. I couldn't help some movement, but I kept my hands well away from her head so she could move as she wanted. I stroked her back, and managed to fondle her nearer tit. I don't think I did the best job I could since I was very distracted by her sucking my cock. I'm sure Mum understood.

All too soon I could feel the sensations building, that tingle that tells you it's on its way, and nothing is going to stop it. I warned Mum, "Here it comes..." She pulled back a little so I wasn't in her throat any more, just in her mouth. "Unghhh..." I filled her mouth and she swallowed it all. I was shattered. I just lay there looking at the ceiling. My Mum had just sucked me off. And swallowed! My Mum! She was very very good at it too, much better than any of the girlfriends I'd had before.

I managed to recover enough to thank her. It always paid to be polite with Mum. She just smiled and sent me off for a shower. Practical as well as a great cock-sucker; the Mum with everything. No wonder I fancied her so much.

A couple of days later, after another excellent blow-job from Mum and my turn with Gisele, we tried sixty-nine. I thought it was great, mainly because of the quality blow-job Mum was giving me. Unfortunately, she was so good that I wasn't able to give her pussy the full attention it deserved. She stopped the sixty-nine and we went back to me licking her and then her blowing me. Maybe later, when I've gotten blasé about her sucking my cock, Mum will let me try again. It might take a few years though.

The next day at work dragged. I knew I'd messed up the sixty-nine with Mum and I got annoyed with myself. I should have done better. I was trying to get into her panties -- not that she wore them much -- and I messed up a simple sixty-nine. If they stuck to their normal cycle I had one more evening with Mum to fix things before Gisele's turn came round again. I resolved to do better.

The bad news was that Mum obviously agreed with me about the sixty-nine; we skipped that entirely. The good news....

For the last few sessions we'd started with me eating Mum. This time she started by giving me another of her wonderful blow-jobs. I was naked on her bed while she knelt between my legs, sucking my stiffie. It wasn't a stiffie for very long as I soon unloaded in her mouth. I lasted longer than the first time she'd blown me, though not that much longer. Mum was too good for me to hold it off for more than a short time.

When I'd recovered, we swapped positions and I started working on Mum's pussy. I was doing my usual thing, working between her thighs, licking and fingering while playing plenty of attention to her clit. It came out to play quicker than usual, perhaps because she'd been sucking me before so she was already feeling more in the mood. She stopped me early, "My boobs are feeling lonely. Come up and give them a kiss or two."

"Yes, Mum." She was right, I hadn't played with her tits much since the day of the tittie-fuck, we'd been doing other things. I moved up her body and latched onto a stiff dark nipple: mouth on one, hand on the other, play. Swap and repeat. Very nice. My dick thought it was nice as well, so I was hard again. I managed to twist a bit to one side and rubbed it against the inside of her right thigh. She didn't seem to mind, and moved her leg closer in so I could get a bit more friction. "Don't you want me to finish licking you, Mum?"

"Later dear, for the moment just play with my titties."

Lying on top of her, I could feel her pussy against my belly. She was definitely wet, and was bumping it against my stomach as I was rubbing my dick against her thigh and playing with her boobs.

"Kiss me Phil," she ordered.

I started to move down to get back to her pussy, but she stopped me. "Not there silly, kiss me."

OK, I kiss her, but where? I'd kissed her pussy. I'd kissed her tits. Did she want me to kiss her on the mouth? I moved up from her chest towards her face. She smiled and didn't stop me. Hey, I finally got it right.

As soon as our mouths met, I could feel her tongue making its way between my lips. I hadn't done that with her before. We'd never kissed properly, just mother-son type kisses, no tongue. Now we had tongue -- lots of tongue. For a time I was enjoying the kiss, then I was distracted. She was humping her pussy at me again. Before she was humping it against my stomach. Now I'd moved up and she was bumping it on the underside of my stiff dick. I tried to keep my mind on the kiss, but it was difficult. Mum humping her pussy against my cock was a big distraction. Sort of like dry-fucking, only this was squishy-fucking. I was leaking pre-cum and she was leaking lubrication, so things were sliding very nicely over each other.

Mum broke our kiss, "You're a kinky boy. You want to fuck your Mummy, don't you?"

"Yeah, you're right," I agreed. "I blame my mother. It's her fault for being so sexy." She laughed at that, which was the reaction I'd been looking for.

Her hand moved down between us. It felt cool as it grasped my stiff cock. "Move down a little," she told me. She fitted the head into the beginning of her channel. "Do you like that? Do you like having your dick in your Mummy's pussy?"

"Mmmm," was the best I could manage. I only had the first inch inside her, but I was in Mum's pussy! The exquisite sensations pretty much destroyed my powers of speech. I could feel her tightening herself round the head of my prick. I wanted to thrust straight in, but she still had her hand round my shaft, so I couldn't yet.

"Now, put it in slowly, so we both enjoy it more." She relaxed her hand as I moved forward, slowly like she said. Slowly... slowly. God, it was so difficult to go slowly. I wanted so much to ram it in fast, but managed to restrain myself. Sliding into her slippery snatch was so good. Even after all the anticipation it was still the best! Tight, clutching my shaft tightly, but not too tightly. She had a lot of well-practised muscles up there and she was using all of them to make it better for both of us. Still moving slowly, I reached bottom. My balls were against her arse and I had no more to give her.

"Good. Now do it fast! Pound me into next week!"

She didn't have to ask me twice. I did my best to act like a randy teenager and went at her like a rabbit on steroids. I lasted longer than I'd expected. She'd given me that blowjob at the start so I didn't spray her channel after twenty seconds -- probably Mum thinking ahead again. She got off twice, and was almost there a third time before I finally lost it and blew the top of my head off. I was surprised I didn't blow the top of her head off as well with the amount of spooge I spurted into her womb. Yes! I'd done it! I'd fucked Mum! Woo-hoo! Next on the agenda was licking her to give her that third orgasm. OK, her pussy was very messy, but she deserved it. She got a good one as well. She even licked my face clean afterwards.

As we lay next to each other, recovering, I told her, "I think I enjoyed that more because I had to work so hard for it. Better than just being handed it on a plate. The anticipation made it better."

Mum smiled at me. "I'm glad you noticed," she said. "Dad and I both thought you would prefer it that way."

My thanks to tomken for his editing help. All remaining errors are of course my own