Briefly -- here's me....Chris. At 19 I was a reasonably tall fit guy with no noticeable defects or blemishes. At about 6' I was at least 7" taller than my mum -- and about the same build as my dad, as it happens. I had blue eyes and mousy-brown hair (family traits) and, thanks to having my own 'keep fit' area at the back of the garage, I was reasonably well toned. I was no Adonis but I wouldn't be the first to be rejected at a slave auction! I weighed in at just over 140 pounds (10 stone) because although I was fit, I hadn't yet really developed much muscle. I loved sport and I played cricket (I was a fast bowler) with the local village team and I was in the college First XI cricket team as well. I ran competitively for the county of Surry at sports events throughout the country and I played tennis at the local club, where I won several cups. And I certainly didn't smoke or drink at that age!
But all that doesn't really matter in this story, which is really all about my mum...and my penis!
When I was about 19 (I was born in August 1943, by the way) I started the memorable and utterly enjoyable experience of having a fantastic sexual relationship with my mother. I know that it's illegal and is called 'incest' but as I'll try to explain, it was really a mutual frustration relief exercise.....that eventually became something of a love affair.
It started soon after one Christmas which I know for certain was that of 1962 -- and that winter of 1962/3 has gone down in the record books as one of Britain's coldest winters ever. I'd left Grammar School when I was almost 17; then started work almost immediately. However, within a year I'd become disillusioned with my very basic job, so I'd jacked it in. I really needed more qualifications to get anywhere so in September 1961, just after I'd become 18 and a little over a year after I left school, I became a student again and enrolled in a three year course at college. It was a medical management course with a boring accounting base, but with extensive tuition in physiological anatomy, targeted at us students becoming qualified within the Health industry. It was a real grind but I knew that if I stuck at it, the rewards would be worthwhile.
Although it was a three year course, the second and third years were correspondence style studies and most of the work could be done at home, so once I'd completed my first year, I was able to study at home and it therefore came about that I was 'at home' during that very chilly winter.
Once the cold weather departed around Easter 1963 I returned to college lectures until the end of the second course year in July -- and then thereafter I remained at home and did my third year by post with just the occasional visit to see my tutors.
Once my course was completed (which I passed with an "A--" by the way) I eventually found myself a job; not the best paid job in the world but I had to start somewhere. Thank heavens therefore that my parents allowed me to live with them right through until I got married in December 1967, by which time I was 24.
The relationship that developed, lasted all the way through until I became steadily involved with my first proper girlfriend and wife-to-be in 1966 and even then we managed a number of lusty couplings. The last occasion that we managed to have sexual intercourse was just two days before my new wife and I sailed for Australia -- a sort of goodbye present! Despite her 'confessions' at the time, I've never really found out whether my mother allowed us to become 'lovers' out of frustration, from lust, love or simply as a caring mum but I have no regrets about what happened.
Anyway, by the age of 19 I was fully developed, both in stature and sexually and I was about as horny as a goat -- anything remotely sexual was fair game and I experimented with pretty well anything to do with sex that was on offer!
My cock had developed nicely and had now reached its full adult size -- about 7½ inches long and a little over 6 inches in circumference.
(Just a thought -- have you ever tried to measure 'across' your penis? Not so easy -- do you trap the shaft between two books or something and measure across? Needs to be a guess, if done by eye. Hmmmm.....so it's easier to run a piece of string round your cock and then see how long it is. Divide by pi -- 3.14 -- and you'll get the diameter. Easy!)
When I tossed myself off, I could make my cum really fountain out -- a good squirt could be fired to a distance of four or five feet or more. Alternatively and if I had the chance, I'd catch it in my hand and after licking up my spunk, I'd swallow it eagerly.
We lived in Guildford in Surrey, England and I had several part-time girlfriends -- but I only got round to seeing them occasionally and then only had some form of sexual contact with them when the chances arose, so although I'd had some experience, I was pretty naïve about sex generally. Anyway, I was studying hard for my course, (following which I was soon employed) and so I had little spare time to go hunting for sex. My best friend was my fist which pulled many a load of spunk from my rampant cock. As a result, at the time at which the relationship that I'll describe took place, I was often very definitely frustrated and I was relieved and delighted therefore that a sexual partner came to me at home.
I feel that I've been very fortunate in that I had always been very close to my mother and it was she who took the trouble to educate me on the subject of sex. It was she who gave me the 'birds and bees' talk; it was she who provided books and literature to extend my learning -- and eventually it was she who completed my education!
I had a younger brother named Barry, who was about 14 at the time. He was away at boarding school from early January and would only be back for the Easter holidays. I, being 19, was the 'man of the house' and it was a role that I filled in more ways than was intended! My mother, I'm pleased to say, was only about 21 years older than I was, so she must have been just about 40 when these events took place. In retrospect, the age gap was considerable but she was a fit healthy liberated woman whose age probably didn't show.
From my memories, she had a pretty good figure -- I can certainly remember the swell of her hips and bum and the way her breasts stood out -- they still did, well into her later years. I also remember her thick dark pubic hair and I think that I've had a 'thing' about dark pubes ever since. All this is not to mention her pretty face with her dark eyes and smiling lips. With her lovely curvy body, her great pair of tits and that very dark and bushy pubic triangle of hers, she was a mature woman in the prime of her life, as they say! Having said all that, it is only in retrospect that I could see all her sexy attributes -- before these events she was really just 'my mum'.
My father, who worked with the Tax Office, had received promotion in the autumn of 1962 and it meant that he had to change offices and relocate to Warwickshire, some 120 miles to the north. He therefore had begun searching for a new house immediately after Christmas -- but it was a long job to find the right house and it became a search that took almost nine months to complete. He had to both find a new home and sell our old house, as well as attend to his work, so he was extremely busy. And once he'd found us a home, it needed some work done to it and so there were more delays. Often therefore, as a matter of economy and also of common sense, he would lodge with a colleague in Warwickshire and would sometimes end up staying away from home for several weeks at a time during his search for and then the improvements to, our new house.
It was during this period, while my father was away and was anticipating remaining away for some time, that the winter weather became positively arctic for some three or four months with frozen pipes, blocked roads and life disrupted generally. I think that my father ended up staying away for almost two months, mainly due to the appalling weather -- even longer than had been intended. From January until well into April, winter descended on the country with a vengeance, as the newspapers of the time will confirm.
One icy evening, when my brother was at boarding school, I readily agreed with my mother's suggestion that we would be far warmer and more comfy if we both slept in the same double bed. It made sense because those were the days before houses like ours had central heating and electric blankets were still pretty basic things. We had neither -- just open fires downstairs and hot water bottles for the beds. My parents did have the 'luxury' of a duvet -- the latest thing from Scandinavia, but we kids still just had sheets and blankets.
In the summer my father and mother (and us boys) usually slept in the nude but in the cold weather mum usually wore to bed what was probably one of my fathers' shirts. Due to its length it covered her ass and pubes sufficiently to provide decency and to keep her warm. As a result, she never wore knickers to bed, or at least, I never saw her wearing any at night except during her periods. Since we all wandered around in the nude from time to time, I'd occasionally seen her prominent dark triangle of pubic hair and her breasts, so I was quite relaxed about seeing her body. However, to catch a glimpse of those pubes while she was wearing her nightshirt was always somewhat erotic for some reason. Perhaps the human body is more sexy when you just see glimpses rather than when it's totally nude. Despite that, I didn't really yet see my mother as anything sexy -- she was just my mother.
As I said, I'd glimpsed my mum unclothed on occasion but now however, with this new turn of events, things were about to become rather different and, given my highly-charged sexual state at 19, I should have been able to forecast what was liable to happen. Not only that, I should have had enough self-will to either retire to my own bed or to stop the actions that were to follow, but my body won out over my brain, as I'll try to explain.
As I usually slept naked, to share mum's bed and be naked beside her just wouldn't be right, so in view of the cold and as a matter of decency under the circumstances, I opted to wear pyjamas. After all, what 19 year old is going to get naked into bed beside his mother! However I don't think that my mother had put knickers on for the occasion -- just her shirt as usual and as we climbed into bed, my mother, possibly anticipating something, told me that I must never say a word to my father -- or anyone else for that matter, about us sharing the bed. Then she put out the light and we snuggled up, back to back and enjoyed at least part of our bodies becoming warm. As we snuggled up, my cock began to appreciate the warmth and nearness of a female body and it soon became erect -- I tried to ignore it. My mother must have gone to sleep very quickly and despite the state of my cock, I soon followed suit.
The following morning I woke up very early and I was a little shocked to find that I'd rolled over and was now snuggled up against my mother's back. Inevitably I had an erection again which was sandwiched between our bodies. My arm was draped over my mother's waist and my hand was up inside her nightshirt where it was resting on and cupping one of her breasts -- her nipple was in the palm of my hand -- no wonder that I had an erection! More than that, her hand was holding mine in place.
I gently removed my hand and began to move my body away from her, hoping not to disturb her. As I did so I realised there was quite a large damp patch on my pyjamas from my leaking cock -- I'd obviously had an erection and had been pressed up against my mother for some time. I also realised that her nightshirt was rucked up at the back so that I'd been pressing against her naked rear -- did I do that or did she and who put my hand on her breast? I felt very relieved that I'd woken before my mother as I was not a little worried about how she'd have reacted had she have caught me 'red handed.' It took ages for my erection to go down and it bobbed up eagerly whenever I looked at my mother throughout the day.
During that and the next night nothing else untoward happened but each morning I would be treated to the sight of my very attractive mother undressing and then getting dressed before my admiring eyes. It wasn't until the third night that anything progressive happened and thereafter I began to see my mother in a different and much more interesting light.
At some point in that third night I woke up to find that I was now lying on my back close to my mother who had also rolled over onto her back. In her sleep, her arm had stretched out and now lay across my groin. The palm of her hand was resting over my penis! And much to my horror, I was starting to get an erection which began pushing against her hand and I just couldn't do a thing to stop my cock from stiffening.
As I lay there trying to will the bloody thing to go down, her fingers must have felt my cock rising and stiffening and they closed round my cock through my pyjamas. My cock instantly sprang into full erection and throbbed with enthusiasm. She held my rigid penis firmly in her hand, gently squeezing and moving her hand around on it for a while, then mumbled something in her sleep and rolled back onto her side away from me. I didn't know what to think. I wasn't really sure whether to be relieved, worried, frightened or frustrated and I lay there awake for quite a while before my erection finally subsided.
We woke up on our respective sides of the bed but I could hardly forget the event, because, as on previous mornings, my mother proceeded to take off her nightshirt and then get dressed by the bed as I lay there, still half asleep. As usual, she did so facing me and no, she hadn't been wearing any knickers again and now she was displaying all her charms. I couldn't help but watch her because now that I was interested, I could see her differently and looking at her hairy pussy, I could now clearly discern her lips and her prominent clitoris poking through her dark pubic curls.
I don't think that she was trying to be provocative -- I think that she was simply acting innocently and normally and I doubt that she knew anything about the previous night. For the first time her nudity affected me and long before she'd completed her dressing, I had another massive hard on because suddenly she'd become a sexual object to me -- a real woman and not just a mother.
I began to imagine the two of us having sex together -- I'd be able to fuck her lovely hairy cunt with my eager cock while I massaged her fantastic breasts. Then I'd fill her with my sperm over and over again! Oh well, it was fun to fantasize and to be able to dream! I lay in bed as long as I could before I just had to go to my room and have a good wank. It was silly, but I didn't think that it was right to toss myself off in her bed -- perhaps I was worried about leaving some evidence! As I wanked myself in my room, I closed my eyes and imagined my mother's erotic and sexy body and the thought of it made me cum very quickly and incredibly powerfully -- my spunk squirted liberally over the carpet before I thought to catch it.
During the following chilly day, my mother said that she'd enjoyed me sharing her bed since she felt more secure and we both had to agree that we had helped to keep each other warm. There was no way that I was going to mention how she'd kept me warm the previous night! In the gripping cold of that evening we once again retired to her bed and after chatting for a while and kissing goodnight, we settled down to sleep, back to back for the fourth night.
Once again I woke during the night -- to find that we'd both rolled over onto our backs and this time my mother's hand was already firmly holding my fully erect cock through my pyjamas. There wasn't much that I could do apart from lie there and see what would develop. She started to moan in her sleep and I began to feel both her body and the bed shake -- she was obviously masturbating herself! My eager cock stiffened more and throbbed in her hand with the excitement of the situation. While she played with herself, her hand began moving backwards and forwards over my cock quite energetically. It felt really good and I began to realise that it could have felt a whole lot better if my cock hadn't been imprisoned inside my pyjamas. I'd have to do something about that! Eventually she moaned as she reached her orgasm and as she did so her hand stopped rubbing my cock and fell limply across my groin.
After a while I moved my body and she took her hand away and rolled over and once again I lay there afterwards with an erection that wouldn't go away. I remained lying on my back and I pulled my cock from my pyjamas. I continued to lay there gently stroking my erection and hoping (but sort of worrying) that there might be some more action, but nothing else seemed to be going to happen and eventually I put my cock back in my pyjamas and must have gone to sleep.
But some while later I was woken again. I was now lying on my back while my mother had rolled over towards me and her hand was now working its way inside my pyjamas! Soon she held my cock which immediately began to show signs of life. As it stiffened, she pulled it free from my pyjamas and started to rub it for me.
"Oh, I'm feeling so horny," she mumbled, "come on Darling, make love to me. Let me have your cock inside me."
And a little while later, she murmured, "I need you....."
I guessed that she was talking in her sleep (to my dad) and I must have been right because her hand gradually stopped moving and soon she began snoring quietly. I tried to turn over to get away from her but as soon as I moved, her hand tightened her grip on my cock and she started to wank me again. Once again she eventually stopped moving her hand and this time I was able to extract myself from her grasp and roll over. It wasn't that I didn't want to be played with; it was simply that I was scared about what she'd do or say if she woke up. I put my cock back inside my pyjamas but my erection kept me awake for quite a long time before I drifted off to sleep.
The following morning was exactly the same as before, as my mother stripped off and then got dressed in front of me leaving me with a throbbing erection. This time I had to go and wank myself off, not once but twice before coming downstairs. Later I did some shopping for my mother but the memory wouldn't go away and I had to retire to my room to 'do some revision', so that I could have some peace and have another wank.
The 'sleeping' section of the fifth night was uneventful but I woke very early in the morning to find that it had been my mother's turn to roll over -- towards me as I lay on my side facing away from her. She still seemed to be fast asleep but she was now snuggled up behind me. Her tits were squashed against my back and her arm lay over my waist. Her hand was gripping my cock which was solidly erect and I was surprised to realise that my cock was no longer under cover -- somehow it had either managed to escape through the slit in my pyjamas or else she must have extracted it again!
"Ooh, that feels so nice, Darling," she mumbled as she moved her fingers up and down my naked cock, pulling my foreskin around as she did so. Her hips were thrusting and her cunt was pushing at me -- even through my pyjamas I could feel the roughness of her pubic hair.
"Oh I need your lovely cock," she mumbled. "Darling, give me your cock, please. Oh, make love to me, please," she moaned as she tugged on my penis.
I didn't dare do anything and I could only lay still and see what else she was going to do. I dearly wanted to roll over and to give her what she wanted but I was pretty certain that she was talking in her sleep and that once again she was 'talking' to my father and not to me. For some time she continued to gently rub and feel my cock but after a while her grip slackened and then she rolled back to her side of the bed and soon her breathing became steady and relaxed and I knew that she'd drifted back into deep sleep. Eventually I too went back to sleep but I woke up with an erection that simply refused to go away even after a wank. I got dressed with a large lump in my pants!
Now I was finding that I would get an erection that would last all evening in anticipation of the events to come once we got into bed -- I hoped. I'd decided not to masturbate so often during the past few days because I wanted to save my spunk in the hope of something happening. Mind you, although I wanted something sexy to happen I was scared stiff in case something actually did happen! But by now I was in urgent need of additional relief -- once a day wasn't enough to unload my balls!
On the sixth night I awoke to find that once again I had rolled up against my mother's back. My stiff cock, which had escaped from my pyjamas again, (how?) was enveloped in her shirt and it was pushed right between her legs. I lay there wondering what to do but I was nice and warm and comfy and I drifted back to sleep before I could get my brain to think about making me move.
Some little while later I woke again and this time, having realised my situation, I gently started to move away to get back onto my own half of the bed. As my cock, which was still erect, began to slide from her cleft, so her bum pushed back at me in an attempt to stop me moving and her arm reached back to try to hold my cock between her legs.
"Oh -- push it back in! Fuck me, oh please Darling," she mumbled in her sleep, "Get your cock in me. Fill me....."
Much as I wanted to do just that I thought that safety first was the best policy and I continued to move away. I'd better not push my luck, I thought, because I couldn't believe that she could be talking to me and I'm sure I was right.
In the morning when I awoke I was back on my own side of the bed and decently dressed. As I lay there I thought back to the night before. If her shirt hadn't have been in the way, I might well have had my cock very close to or at least alongside her cunt! Also, if I'd have let her have her way, she might have pulled me back into place and things might well have progressed rapidly from there. It took a lot of self-control not to have my customary morning wank once my mother was up and dressed!
In the evening as we began to retire to bed my mother shocked me as she said,
"Your erection was pushed between my legs last night, wasn't it?"
I could hardly deny it and I began to apologise.
"No don't -- I don't suppose it was your fault," she said, "It was lovely, but you really should keep over on your own half of the bed."
"I was asleep -- I didn't know I was anywhere near you until I woke up," I countered, "Anyway, you roll over too."
"Do I?" she asked, "Oh well, so long as we don't do anything, although I don't suppose that we can stop if we're both asleep. The trouble is that you'll make me randy and as I'm feeling very frustrated I don't know how I'll respond, especially if I'm asleep."
"I'll try to be good," I said.
"I'm pleased to hear that," she replied, "Because I could easily get to like it if we let things happen. What if we got carried away, what then?"
"Don't know, mum," I said somewhat avoiding a direct answer.
"I'll tell you what would happen," she said as she threw back her side of the duvet and sat on the bed, "I might end up pregnant, that's what -- and we don't want that to happen, do we?"
I was staggered by this turn of the conversation but I simply replied that I'd try to behave -- then we settled down to sleep, although it took me a long time to get to sleep because of the instant erection that had popped up as mum talked about us getting carried away.
During those sixth and seventh nights she left my cock alone but several times and at least twice on the seventh night I was awakened to feel the bed shaking as she rubbed herself in her sleep. That night I heard her say something like "give me your cock" and "I need your cock! Fill me up darling," and, on another occasion "get your big cock up me" and "make me cum" -- presumably talking of her husband's penis and she moaned in her sleep from time to time as she orgasmed.
Each night that she woke me up with her personal sexual activity, I would develop an almost immediate erection which became progressively more stubborn and my cock would refuse to deflate. Each night therefore, I lay in bed beside her for hours waiting for my cock to go down -- I couldn't very well have a wank and it was too cold to get out of bed.
On the morning after that seventh night I woke up with my groin feeling strange. I put my hand down and found that I'd had a wet dream. I didn't often have wet dreams because I usually wanked so much but now it had happened in her bed! There was a big sticky patch of cooling spunk all over my pyjamas, my cock and even the bed. Obviously my sperm bank was full and overflowing! I hadn't felt my spunk being ejaculated but it was hardly surprising that it had happened considering all the sexual activity that I could do nothing about! But didn't I feel sheepish that morning as I did my best to hide the evidence!
By now I was really becoming desperate for relief for my cock and I was still refusing to masturbate more than once a day. I wanted to feel her hand on my cock again and I was beginning to think of various ways to make things happen. I didn't want to be 'pushy' but I wanted there to be every chance to encourage some action, because even though I was scared, her actions were very, very sexy. I began to wonder what would happen if she was to hold my cock again, without my pyjamas being in the way. How far would things go? It was very scary -- but terribly exciting! My cock was taking over my mind! I really, really wanted her to wank me and if she did so I would cum -- and then what? Oh god, the erotic possibilities were endless -- but the possibilities that mum might take offence were also massive in my mind. But my cock was in charge -- let's do it!
Hoping that she might wank me properly, I decided to get my pyjamas right out of the way and leave my cock exposed as I went to sleep -- if anything was to happen, then at least nothing would come between us! It was odd really -- I wouldn't let her see my erection and yet I wanted her to hold it and to rub it for me! I wanted to get her to wank me -- and yet I didn't want to come in her presence!
Turmoil was rife in my brain, but that night, as soon as I was confident that my mother was asleep, I rolled over onto my back, pushed down and took off my elasticated pyjama bottoms to make access to my cock easier. Then I waited for something to happen.....
That night my luck was out but I woke again in the morning to find that I'd had another wet dream -- once again I was fortunate that it had happened on my side of the bed. But how did I manage to get spunk ALL over my bollocks?! My sperm was still warm, wet and runny so I must have only just cum when I woke up. There wasn't any spunk on my hands so it had been a totally involuntary event -- I just wish that I'd been there to watch! My eruption may have missed my hands but there was another large wet patch on the sheet which I hoped that my father would never see and fortunately I woke before my mother so I was able to slip out to the bathroom before she could see the mess from my nocturnal emission.
Then, on the next (the ninth) night, I woke to find that we'd rolled together again. My cock was erect and there was a hand around my cock, but this time at last, my pyjamas weren't in the way! It was happening at last! Would I now get the relief that my cock craved? Her hand was caressing my knob, making my cock jump and quiver with excitement. Then her hand moved down from my knob and began to rub up and down my naked shaft, really wanking me off in her sleep. She moaned as she manipulated my flesh and the bed began to shake as she started to masturbate herself too, while her hand worked harder on my cock. I pulled my pyjama jacket up out of the way. I heard her mouth something inaudible but she carried on rubbing my cock with more enthusiasm and I began to realise that I was going to cum if she carried on much longer. But I didn't want her to make me cum, (oh, but I did!). I only wanted her to hold my cock and play with me, but it was so nice that there was no way that I wanted to stop her busy hand. Her wanking became faster in time with her own masturbation and I lifted up the duvet so that she'd have more working space. I didn't want my cock to get caught in the material and just in case she did complete the job, I didn't want the duvet to get covered in spunk!
Now I was sure that soon she would make me cum -- I could feel those early signs of orgasm building up and I did my best to hold it back, because I was getting worried. Oh God, I wanted it to happen -- but it was scary! What was I going to say and do when I ejaculated? Should I make her stop what she was doing -- and how could I stop her? Perhaps she'd stop once she'd had an orgasm. What would happen if I woke her up -- would she stop wanking me? Would she get angry or would she want to carry on? Perhaps in her sleep she wouldn't realise that I'd cum and would simply lose interest in my cock. And did I want her to stop? No, I didn't. Her hand felt so good and my cock was enjoying every moment and it wanted to cum! And what my cock wanted, it got! I was panting by now and whatever the outcome, it was going to happen soon and I was becoming powerless to stop it!
I could feel things starting to build up -- but just before I reached my climax; before I reached the point of no return, she cried out as she orgasmed and her hand stopped rubbing my cock, although she still retained her grip on my shaft. As she recovered from her orgasm her hand continued to slowly and gently move around on my penis. I was so disappointed -- and yet so relieved, but then I realised that she hadn't satisfied herself because I could feel that her other hand had started rubbing at her cunt again and her actions started increasing once more. I could feel her movements and she continued to gasp and moan as her arousal throbbed through her body. Then she started to wank my cock again as she worked herself up to a second orgasm. All of a sudden, she rolled over towards me and continuing to rub my cock, she put one leg over mine as I lay on my back. She pushed her hips forward and squashed her pulsating slippery cunt onto my thigh. As she squirmed around I could feel how wet and sticky her cunt was as she wanked herself off against my thigh. She was almost climbing on top of me as she tried to get me to fuck her!
She started to call out in her sleep,
"Oh come on, fuck me, please! Give me your cock." She pulled me towards her.
"I'm so wet and ready for you. Put it up me, Darling -- I need you. Fill my cunt, please Darling."
She rubbed her body harder against mine. Her tits started to rub against my arm and I could feel her hard nipples.
"I want your spunk. Shoot it right up me!" she said. All the time she was talking she continued to wank me faster and faster and rub her sopping wet cunt on my leg even harder.
'Oh God, it's happening, she's making me cum', I thought as quivers began to shake me. Suddenly I just couldn't hold it any longer and without further warning I felt my orgasm arrive. My spunk pumped violently from my cock all over her hand, up her arm, over our stomachs, on to the bedclothes -- everywhere! There seemed to be gallons of it and it didn't help that she continued to wank me even harder as I shot my load. And as my sperm squirted everywhere, she cried out,
"Ooh, you're making me cum -- ooh, I'm cumming; I'm cumming!" and obviously had her own massive orgasm -- her whole body quivered and shook.
Then everything stopped still; even my heart seemed to have stopped beating, all I could still hear was mum breathing heavily. She had obviously woken herself up and was now beginning to realise what had been happening.
There seemed to be spunk more or less everywhere and I was cringing with embarrassment. Her hand slowly let go of my slowly softening erection and she moved away from me, leaving a large moist patch on my thigh where her cunt had leaked all over me. She quietly asked if I was awake. As if I could still be asleep! When I confirmed that I was awake, she began to apologise for what she had done -- she had dreamt that I was her husband -- my father.
"I'm so sorry Chris; I've been playing with you. I was sure that you were Steve," she said, "and I've made you cum -- there's spunk all over the place". She sounded really upset; almost ready to cry, so I reached out and found her spunk-splattered hand. I grasped it and squeezed it gently, telling her that everything was fine and that I wasn't complaining -- far from it, I'd really enjoyed it.
"Why didn't you stop me?" she asked.
"You were asleep and I didn't know if I should wake you. I was enjoying it too much and anyway you seemed to be enjoying it too," I said, "I'm sorry about the mess but your aim wasn't very good."
I tried to bring a bit of humour into the situation as somehow I just knew that I wasn't the one in trouble.
She put on the bedside light and we found some tissues and a towel and cleaned up the mess -- spunk was on everything, even on her breasts and her pubes. The smell of sex was heavy in the air. "You must have been saving that lot -- I've never seen so much. Do you always make a lot of sperm when you ejaculate?" asked my mother, wiping her arm.
"I haven't cum for two days," I said, "but I don't think that that was anything special. I'm sure that I've made more than that on some occasions."
I was remembering my earlier days soon after I first started to produce spunk -- then there was sometimes enough to soak a hankie completely. For some reason I now felt really grown-up and I found that I was treating her much as my equal. I think that I felt that she was in the wrong, not me and so I had the upper hand.
I told her that I was sorry that I wasn't her husband but that it was only natural that she'd become frustrated with him being away so much. She squeezed my hand in return and thanked me for understanding her situation. I told her that I'd really enjoyed it anyway and that she'd masturbated me beautifully -- it was far better than doing it by myself! Then I suggested that perhaps I should return to my bed but she told me not to be silly -- what had happened wasn't likely to happen again, she said. Hah - that was her view!
Now that we had both woken up she began to talk about her sex life -- almost a confession. She described how she and my dad both seemed to have a high sex-drive and usually had sex almost every night and sometimes several times a night. It was hardly surprising therefore that she had needed to masturbate -- even in her sleep. She told me that my dad had a large penis and that he always made sure that she had a number of orgasms before he came. With a bit of gentle encouragement, she told me that she'd had plenty of boyfriends before they were married and had enjoyed a good of variety of cocks -- both in length and width. She told me that she and my dad would often masturbate each other or together if she was 'out of action' and that she thought that it was both a natural and enjoyable thing to do. In exchange, I told her about her masturbatory sessions in her sleep -- she said that dad used to comment about her activities too!
Then she began to ask about my sex life -- about my conquests and the ways in which I made love to my girlfriends and about the type of girl I preferred. She got me to tell her which position I preferred when having sex and how I liked to fuck -- did I prefer a gently lovemaking or was I a wham-bang type. I didn't have a whole lot of experience but I told her that I preferred to be gentle as my idea was to love a woman, not hurt her and she agreed with my feelings. She asked me about my ejaculations -- where I liked to shoot my spunk, how much spunk I produced and how often I could cum. She also 'congratulated' me again on the amount of spunk I'd pumped out tonight. I proudly told her that I had cum four times in a row while having sex but that I'd managed to cum seven times in a row by wanking. I didn't tell her anything about liking to catch and swallow my spunk. Neither did I tell her that I'd been trying to save my cum for just this event. My wet dreams may have unloaded the excess from my balls but they were obviously still full to the brim when she tossed me off!
We'd been sitting up while we'd been talking and my mother's breasts had become almost uncovered because her shirt had become partially undone. As she moved, so an entire breast would be exposed to me from just a couple of feet away -- I could hardly take my eyes off her. Her nipples had the greatest effect on me because for some reason they seemed to be erect -- perhaps it was just the cold air -- perhaps she was feeling sexy! On one occasion as she moved around both breasts poked out from her shirt! Fantastic! That and the sex-laden talk had made my cock decide to come back to life and it was now standing up again, hard and eager and hoping for some more action. My erection was causing the duvet to rise up and I was sure that my mother could see it -- at least I was hoping that she could, because I had a feeling that she was still just as horny as I was! I began to wonder if the memory of my cock and perhaps the lingering smell of sex would make her carry on where we'd left off and I began to feel confident that she'd do it again. I held my cock in my hand, enjoying the hot velvet hardness of my shaft. But instead of a bit more action she finally said that it was time to go to sleep -- just a quick cuddle 'and no hanky-panky', as she put it.
Feeling somewhat disappointed, I snuggled down beside her on my back. She rolled onto her side towards me and putting her arm over my chest, she pulled us close together for a kiss and a cuddle and to say sorry. But instead of sliding together, we rolled together and my cock, which was still as hard as an iron bar and which was still unclad, landed right in the palm of her hand that was beneath her. She couldn't do much else other than grasp it and I couldn't keep it out of her way.
"Oh you rotten sod -- I didn't want that to happen," she husked.
She breathed in deeply as her fingers closed round my cock and I seemed to be able to feel that she was making a decision -- shall I play with him again or not? Her mind said no but her body was letting her down and it definitely said yes!
"Why didn't you want what to happen?" I asked innocently -- while at the same time making my cock jump and throb in her hand.
"I didn't want to get involved in touching or playing with you again," she said, her voice quivering with emotion.
"It's hard enough to resist a young man when I'm frustrated without having his cock placed in my hand. I was intending to say no but you've spoilt it -- now how can I say no!"I thought that I'd better try to offer her a way out.
"You don't have to play with it if you don't want to. You shouldn't really, anyway," I said pretending to feign indifference.
I rolled over onto my back and she lost her grip on my cock. But to my surprise, she reached out with her other hand and grasped my hard penis.
"Don't be so cruel" she moaned, "don't take it away now. Please let me hold it."
As she began to move her hand over my cock she started to talk.
"Chris, this could get us into trouble because it's wrong, but it's so nice that I just can't resist you," she said, "so not a word must leak out, ever. Not only that, I'm just worried that once we start we won't be able to stop and we won't want to stop either."
She moved so that she could grasp my cock more comfortably.
"And there's another thing -- we can't undo the things we've done and we'll always want to go further. I'm only playing with you so far -- what happens next if we don't stop? We've got to stop now or we might never stop. One thing always leads to another, doesn't it?"
"No, please don't let's stop," I said, making my cock thrust into her hand, "I've enjoyed everything so far. It's been wonderful. And if we do keep going, firstly who's to know and secondly, we both need relief."
"That's the trouble," said my mother as she continued to gently stimulate my straining erection, "We both obviously enjoyed it so much that I think that we've already gone too far to be able to stop. I suppose we can carry on if you like, so long as it doesn't go any further and so long as you just make sure that you don't say anything to anyone."
"I won't say a word," I promised, "and if you want us to go further then I won't say no either. You're a very sexy woman and you make me feel sexy too. Anyway, I don't see what's wrong with what we're doing -- all we're doing is playing together and enjoying ourselves."
I didn't really know what else to say, so I simply repeated that I was all in favour of playing around and that since I thought that she was very sexy, I didn't mind what we did together.
"Oh, I know it's wrong but I agree with you because that's how I feel," said my mum, "Oh to hell with the rules, what's a bit of wanking! Come on, let me enjoy your lovely cock. Its years since I used to see you in the bath -- your cock's grown quite a bit since then, hasn't it?"
She moved her body a bit closer and snuggled up to me. Her shirt was open now and I could now feel her naked breasts as they pressed against my arm. I was in ecstasy! She caressed and rubbed my knob and then squeezing my cock, she began to wank me slowly. Her hand started to move up and down on my cock and as it did so, her thumb began rubbing gently over the knob, making my erection even stiffer. I could feel her thumb sliding in the lubrication that was oozing from the tip.
As she rubbed me, she said that while my dad was away she didn't mind me sleeping in her bed but that playing with my cock was as far as she would go.
"I don't mind wanking you off occasionally, because we all need relief, but next time tell me when you're going to cum!" she said to my surprise.
Then she started to talk about my dad's cock and how similar it was to mine -- it even felt the same except that mine, being younger, was much harder and stiffer. She told me that it was only natural for a woman with a sex drive like hers to want to be fucked regularly, but because my dad wasn't around, she would only allow herself the pleasure of playing with my cock -- although I wasn't to have sex with her. She also realised that a young man was always horny and ready, so she didn't mind helping out.
"I love to play with a nice big cock but you'll have to make do with that," she said.
"What about you, you'll need some relief too," I asked.
"I can always play with myself too," she said, "There's nothing wrong with doing that, although it isn't as nice as having it done for you."
As she continued to hold my cock, I asked her to make me cum again.
"No please, I want to go to sleep" she said, but then she went on, "Oh, I suppose so. Now I've started I'd better finish you off otherwise you won't get to sleep either! Anyway I love the feel of a good stiff cock. I can't resist playing with it and yours is lovely and hard. And I love to make a man cum -- it always makes me feel horny. But then I'll get all frustrated!"
"Play with yourself like you said," I suggested, "rub yourself off while you wank me. You do it often enough in your sleep!"
I watched as her hand slipped down to her cunt and slowly she began to rub at her clit.
"Oh I mustn't -- I'll get all horny."
"Go on, it's good for you," I said, putting my hand on her thigh, "Or shall I do it for you?"
"Oh no, I can't let you do that," she said and her hand started moving faster at her clit. "No, you know what I said about wanting to go further. Anyway, that would be too naughty and sexy, wouldn't it?"
I think that she was starting to tease me now because she was still holding my cock and her hand continued rubbing lazily up and down and over my knob. Then she changed her tune.
"No, I mustn't -- I'll get to like playing with you too much," she groaned, letting go of my cock, "come on, you do it for yourself. Toss yourself off while I watch." I put my hand on my cock and started to masturbate.
"No," I said, "you do it so nicely -- please make me cum again?"
I pushed my throbbing cock back into her hand to encourage her and her hand gripped me more firmly. She moaned quietly under her breath and her hand began to move over my cock more quickly now.
"Oh all right, come on then, you win! Let's make you feel better!" was her reply, "Stay on your back and let me turn on the light so I can see what I'm doing. And this time make sure you let me know when you're going to cum!"
She turned on the bedside light again and we pushed down the bedclothes. She told me again that I had a lovely big cock, but that we shouldn't be playing around at all -- how often was she to use that phrase? While I lay on my back she started to masturbate me properly, this time with the bedclothes pushed back, my pyjamas out of the way and my cock out in the open. As she wanked me, she began to whisper sexily to me. She said that I had a lovely large stiff cock and she suggested that I'd love to shoot all my spunk all over the place. I could feel my cock throbbing in response and I could feel more lubrication oozing out.
For a while she got me to hold her hand on my shaft while I demonstrated and guided her to my preferred method of wanking and then, after a little while, while she was still wanking me, her hand pulled open her shirt to expose her cunt.
"Sorry dear, I'm going to have to play with myself if I'm going to play with you," she said, "why should you get all the pleasure?"
"I don't mind, carry on," I said, "I told you I'd help too, if you want."
She moved her legs apart and began to rub her hand up and down her slit, occasionally delving between her lips into the wetness beneath. Soon I could hear her fingers working at her cunt as it became wetter again. I watched as she wanked herself and noted that her breathing was becoming more ragged as the excitement mounted. She'd been lying on her side but now she rolled over onto her back, changed hands and continued wanking me while I rolled partially towards her.
After a while she asked me to give her my hand, which she grasped and guided straight onto her cunt. "Do it for me, please", she said, "Find my clit. Make me cum". She was already very hot and wet and feeling her clitoris already hard and erect I gently rubbed it, making her squirm and moan with pleasure. As her hips bucked against my hand I also allowed two fingers to slip inside her hole while I kept rubbing at her clitoris with my thumb. As my fingers entered her, she sucked in her breath.
"Oooh you're not supposed to do that. Ooh, I said that you could rub me, that's all. Oooh, but that's nice," she groaned, "Oooh, don't stop."
In the meanwhile her hand wasn't idle and she was rapidly bringing me to the boil -- to the point of no return and I could feel the waves of pleasure beginning to shake me. As I warned her that I wasn't far off coming, she spread her nightshirt completely and pushed it up and away from her heaving breasts. "Finish yourself off! Shoot your spunk all over me. Squirt it all on my breasts," she panted.
I got up and knelt between her wide-spread legs while I rubbed my cock with one hand and her cunt with the other. Her breathing and mine became faster and suddenly I felt my body tense up.
"Ooooooh yes, here it cums!" I breathed and my sperm gushed out across her naked body. My erupting cock sprayed her stomach and breasts with some five or six streams of hot milky fluid and as my spunk jetted out, her hand covered mine on her cunt, pushing my fingers deep inside her, where I could feel her squeezing me as she orgasmed. Her hand held mine and made me rub her clitoris harder as an orgasm jerked its way through her body.
As soon as she'd cum and I'd shot all my spunk she released her hold on my cock, gathered my sperm with her fingers and rubbed it over her breasts and nipples.
"Oh that was lovely -- I needed that. Keep rubbing me, I'm cumming again," she said and I carried on wanking her until she began panting heavily, her body shaking all over as her hips bucked and heaved furiously and her second pulsating orgasm arrived.
We lay side by side panting and resting before cleaning my spunk from her stomach and breasts. Her lovely nipples were fully erected and stood out proudly. She repeated that she'd never intended anything to happen and that we shouldn't have let ourselves get carried away.
"Why not," I said, "I enjoyed it and you obviously did too so what's wrong with that?"
"Because it's naughty, that's what's wrong," she started, but then continued.... "But so what, it was good for us both, wasn't it?"
Then she pulled me to her and cuddled and kissed me and I kissed her back and she told me again how frustrated she had become and how grateful she was to me for having relieved some of her frustrations. As our lips met, our mouths both opened slightly and our tongues began to tease each other -- the first time that our kissing had been anything other than tight-lipped for more than a few moments. My cock responded to the intimacy of our kisses by becoming instantly erect -- hoping for more attention! As we rolled together our bodies met and my cock fitted nicely between her legs. In seconds my cock became fully hardened and began pushing at her hot cunt and because she was so wet it actually slipped between her lips.
I heard her take a deep intake of breath and I felt her pelvis jerk and thrust forward for her body to try to accommodate me. She pushed me away.
"No, don't do that, please. I need a cock inside me so much that it's hurting! Much as you've got a lovely cock, I can't make use of it the way I'd like to," she said, "So none of that. I don't mind tossing you off but it mustn't go any further or we really could be in trouble."
We'd already be in trouble if anyone found out, I thought, so why not go further? 'Damn', I thought, 'if she hadn't already had some four or more orgasms and satisfied her needs for a while, she might have been more than willing to accept my cock!'
I apologised on behalf of my greedy and unruly cock and thanked her warmly for what she'd done for me but she just told me to get back to my side of the bed and to stay there so that nothing else would happen. What else might possibly happen, I wondered! I accepted, rolled over back onto my side and spent the rest of the night in contented sleep.
The next morning, although she undressed as before, she was quite naturally somewhat embarrassed at first about showing all her body to me so I thought that I'd better say something to her. I thanked her for 'being nice to me' the previous night. She thanked me too but reminded me that we shouldn't be doing it and that it mustn't go any further. I promised not to pester her and not to say anything but I told her that if we shared a bed then things were liable to happen if only because of her wandering hands. Not only that, I said, I couldn't help but get an erection with a sexy lady lying next to me. I asked again if I'd be better off back in my own room. No, she said, I could stay. Even if it was wrong then I did such nice things to her that she didn't mind me staying.
She giggled when I mentioned her wandered hands -- she said that she'd do the same with my dad and in the morning he'd often complain that she'd been wanking herself -- and him, in the night and left him with a hard-on. Several times she'd tossed him off in her sleep as she'd done to me. Naturally I had another erection by now and I would have loved her to toss me off again but I didn't dare ask, so I merely told her that she had a lovely touch and that I thought that she was really sexy. She only had her knickers on and she held her bare breasts up with both hands and shook them at me, blew me a kiss and left the room to go to the bathroom. No sooner had she gone than I had to lay back in the bed and wank myself off. I was so aroused and horny that it didn't take more than perhaps thirty good strokes to make me cum. One long squirt splashed on the sheet where she would lie but I caught the rest and swallowed it eagerly. By the time I'd cleared myself up I had another hard-on and had to do it all over again -- it only took a bit longer to cum a second time.
That evening was her usual bath night and to my pleasure and surprise she called me into the bathroom to ask me if I'd like to scrub her back -- something that I hadn't done since I was about 13 or less. She said that I could do so just so long as I didn't start anything. I was delighted to give her a rub down and at the same time I was able to get a really good close-up eyeful of her lovely big breasts with their prominent brown nipples. When I'd finished, I sat on a stool beside the bath and we chatted happily and playfully with plenty of sexual innuendos, while she continued washing herself. I managed to steer quite a lot of the conversation to the subject of her body. I told her of my great pleasure in being able to see her beautifully conical breasts, her generous nipples and her lovely dark pubic hair.
I confirmed that I thought that she was a very sexy lady and was far more attractive than any girl I knew. Not only that, I told her, no-one had wanked me so well and made me feel so good and furthermore I was sure that she made me make more spunk than any other girl would have been able to do. Feeling brave I also told her that I'd wanked myself off by thinking of her -- she told me I was a dirty young man and ought not to allow myself to get so horny. I told her that it was her fault, but that I wasn't complaining -- it was lovely to have a nice sexy mum. I also told her that when she had cuddled up to me in the night when she wanked me off had been one of the sexiest feelings I'd ever known. Flattery was flowing by the bucketful! Mind you, a lot of it was sincere -- her body was terrific -- she certainly made me hornier than any other person that I knew.
It must have been having the right effect because now she seemed to start flaunting her body at me since she was obviously enjoying all the attention she was getting. Firstly she seemed to be making a show of washing her breasts and pubes. She got me to pour water over her breasts to wash the soap off and her nipples stood out like organ stops as the water ran over them. Then she stood up and began to wash her pussy, standing with one leg on the side of the bath. She pulled her lips apart to wash inside and then told me that I shouldn't be looking -- but she didn't turn round or hide from me. Later she cupped her hands under both of her heavy breasts and held them up as if weighing them. She suggested that they weren't a bad pair for an old lady -- I could only agree, although I told her that I disagreed about using the word 'old'. When I told her that she did really have super breasts and nipples, her eyes sparkled with delight and her smile spread wider and wider.
Her nipples were big and brown and they had again became erect as I looked at them -- they were better than those of any girl that I'd been with so far and my cock had also become erect and was throbbing just from looking at her body. She teased me by holding and squeezing her nipples until they stuck right out.
"Is this what you like?" she said, thrusting her breasts out at me.
"Ooooh yes," I said, "they're really fantastic!" As she finished her bath, she stood up again and asked me to fetch a towel. I brought it to her and held it out.
"Aren't you going to dry me off then," she asked, smiling. Naturally I started on her shoulders and back -- then she turned round.
"Do my front too, please," she said lifting her arms up above her head. I gently rubbed her lovely breasts, her stomach and then her pussy. She stood with her legs apart to help me reach all the bits and pushed her hips forward to encourage me to dry her pubes properly. I was nearly coming in my pants because it was so exciting and erotic!
When she was more or less dry, she stepped out of her bath and suggested that I should use her bathwater while it was still hot. I agreed and began to undress and then started to panic somewhat as I realised that my cock was still painfully erect. As I took my pants off, my cock must have realised what was happening and it immediately began to throb with anticipation. I wondered if I should hide it, but then I thought that since she'd seen it all the previous night, then so what, let her see it again -- perhaps she'd toss me off once more! I'd finished undressing and in the meantime my mother had got out of the bath and was continuing to dry herself off. She had her back to me and I thought, as I gave my erection a few gentle rubs, 'why should I be shy about my cock!'
As I was about to get into the bath, we both turned round and she came face to face with me and with my erection -- I covered my cock with my hands. She smiled and reaching out, she put her hands on my hips and held me at arms length.
"Come on, let me see it," she said and I moved my hands away, allowing my erection to spring up. She stood and had a good look at my cock. My erection throbbed and bobbed lightly up and down under her gaze and my foreskin rolled back to reveal my red and shiny knob. She complimented me on the size of my cock -- then she reached down and grasping my cock, she pushed my foreskin right back to completely expose my shiny smooth knob. A bead of lubricant appeared on the tip of my knob. Then suddenly she bent forward and sucked at least half of my cock into her mouth before releasing it and planting a big long wet sexy kiss on the end! She looked up at me and her eyes sparkled with her arousal.
"Did you like that?" she asked, smiling sexily.
I almost came on the spot!
She told me to get into the bath, which I did and having made sure that I was thoroughly wet I was told to stand up. Still naked herself, she then proceeded to wash me all over, including my cock, which naturally remained erect. She seemed to really enjoy playing with it and she soaped it well before giving me a long slow wank. After a while I began to plead with her to make me cum but she refused -- but at the same time she continued to wank my soapy cock. Eventually she must have taken pity on me because she washed all the soap off my cock and then took my cock deep into her mouth again. For a while she sucked and wanked me until I told her that I was nearly ready to cum.
By this stage she had obviously got herself all worked up as a result of playing with my cock and now had one hand at her crotch while the other brought me off. Ch. 01
byChris7sw©
"Shoot it all over my breasts," she demanded, rubbing me harder.
I was groaning with built-up pressure and tension.....
"Ooooooh, cum now, please, cum with me," she said after a short while and in moments my sperm erupted, sending several long white jets splashing across the tops of her breasts. As it did so her hand worked faster on her cunt and she convulsed with orgasm after orgasm as my spunk started trickling down her body.
"Now I've got to clean up again. And you've made me all wet down below too," she said putting her hand to her cunt and blaming me, of all things!
"Move over, I'm coming back in there with you," she said and with that she stepped back into the bath. As she did so she clung to me for support and as our bodies met her spunk-covered breasts squashed against my chest. My gradually deflating organ now slowly rose again demanding more action!
"Oops! Now we both need a clean-up," she giggled, rubbing her tits back and forth across my chest, "I'll do you if you'll do me."
We soaped flannels and I began the task of washing her body while she returned the favour. Needless to say, well before she reached my groin, my cock was once again standing up proud and ready and she began to play with it. As she did so, I slid a hand between her legs, finding her pussy still all wet and slippery. I slid a finger inside her hole and used my thumb on her clitoris until her knees buckled as an orgasm throbbed through her.
"No, stop it, please" she said as she recovered, "I don't mind playing, but this is getting serious. It's getting so that I want to play with your cock all the time. And I'm wanting you to play with me. Then I'll want to be made love to and I can't let you so I'll get even more frustrated. Now, come on, no more please, let's get dried off and get to bed before we get cold."
Once out of the bath and dried off, I managed to get my erection to go down. We put on our nightwear and both retired to her bedroom, with no suggestion of me using my own room. Nevertheless, as we lay down she told me to make sure that my cock behaved itself. But my penis was already erect again and I ran my hand over the stiff shaft and engorged slippery knob. I pushed back the bedclothes to reveal my rearing cock.
"I can't help it, mum. It won't go down. Rub my cock for me please?" I said, "Anyway, it's your fault that I've got a hard-on because you're so sexy -- you just make me horny."
"Stop it, please, you've had more than enough for one night," said my mother, "You're being naughty and I'm so frustrated and you're not helping at all. Now behave yourself and go to sleep. Go and have a wank if you're that desperate. I don't mind helping occasionally, but not all the time."
Then yet again she repeated that we shouldn't get into the habit of playing around and that things mustn't go any further. I'm not sure who she was trying to convince -- herself, I think! I agreed while silently planning how to get her to toss me off again! This was now the eleventh night of sleeping in the same bed and things were soon to go a big step further.
We lay down and after a quick goodnight kiss, mum rolled over away from me and was soon exhibiting signs of sleep -- whereas I couldn't sleep at all. As I lay beside her I caressed my erection while I thought about ways of encouraging her to wank me more often -- then I began to visualise us making love. Although I wasn't really wanking, my manipulations and thoughts had such an effect on me that I found that I was almost coming -- I had to stop playing and concentrate on turning my orgasm off. After a little while I was able to start teasing my cock again, keeping myself aroused and on a level just short of an orgasm. My penis was leaking constantly -- most of my cock was covered in my slippery fluid. Then, before I knew it and in the middle of my daydreaming, I drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke, I was in trouble! I'd rolled over up against my mum and I knew that my cock was sticking out of my pyjamas. Worse than that, it had just finished pumping out a load of spunk -- a big load by the look of it. There was still a little dribble of cum on my knob. My involuntary nocturnal ejaculation must have woken me up and my spunk was rapidly soaking into the back of my mother's nightshirt and the bed. As it soaked in it also cooled and I felt my mother's hand reach behind her to find out what was wrong. And as she touched my spunk she became instantly awake.
"Oh you dirty sod! You've cum, haven't you? All over my shirt!" she said as she sat up.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I moaned, "I didn't mean to -- I did it in my sleep. I've just woken up. I'm really sorry mum. I went to sleep on my own side and I just woke up and found out what had happened."
As my mother woke up properly she began to see the funny side, thank heavens, because I was almost rigid with panic in case she seriously objected -- or, worse still, banished me to my room.
"I've heard of wetting the bed, but this is ridiculous!" she said, "And how am I supposed to get a decent nights sleep?"
She pulled off her shirt and used it to wipe my spunk off her body -- then she held it out to me.
"Clean yourself up too. And I've washed my other nightshirt and it's not dry yet so I'm sleeping in the nude for the rest of the night, so make sure you leave me alone."
I apologised again -- what else could I do.
"Well, I suppose that at least you'll be able to sleep now that you've got that lot off your chest," said mum.
"It was because I'd thought of you and me in the bathroom that it happened," I said, "Talk about embarrassing!"
"Well, I suppose you're young and horny so it's bound to happen occasionally, but next time, do it over your side," mum said, laughing gently, "and let me know if it happens again because I'll need to get rid of the evidence in case your father sees it when he comes home."
With the lights out she carefully kissed me goodnight and we settled down once more. I waited for some considerable time while I lay on my back gently caressing my cock which was, as usual, erect and eager again, despite having been unloaded twice already tonight. More than anything I wanted her hand to touch me again -- I wanted her to wank me off all the time -- it was so sexy. But she remained quietly on her side of the bed, breathing peacefully in her sleep.
What could I do to encourage her? The most logical thing I could think of doing was to get my pyjamas out of the way in case she started exploring in her sleep, so I pushed my trousers down and then pulled them right off -- that felt better! All I could do thereafter was to lie there, keep my cock company and hope that something would happen.
For a long time I lay there until eventually I felt her begin to move in her sleep. She rolled onto her back and started to play with herself yet again. My cock rose once again and throbbed with anticipation. She began moaning and talking in her sleep while her fingers were busy bringing herself off. Before long her orgasm arrived and her actions ceased. She rolled back over onto her side away from me. Needless to say I was somewhat disappointed that nothing more had happened and so I began to think of a way to get her to play with me again. Then I became tired of waiting -- what else could I think of? What could I do to encourage her? I could tell that she was definitely deeply asleep, so I rolled over towards her warm and lovely body while I thought it over.
Perhaps if I could get my cock touching her somewhere, then she'd feel it and remove my cock by taking it in her hand, while semi-awake. Then, if she woke up properly and realised that she was holding my erection, with a bit of luck she would wank me off again. She might even do it in her sleep again. Where else could I allow my cock to touch her? It might work if I just pushed it up against her back, but what about between her legs? That might definitely work better! I edged towards her and moved my hips nearer until I felt the tip of my cock touch her back. She twitched in her sleep but settled again. I moved closer still and now my totally hard throbbing erection pressed gently and smoothly against her naked warm buttocks. I slid down the bed a little and my cock slotted nicely into the cleft between her cheeks, in line with her cunt.
Oh yes, that was better! It felt better all round -- her body was soft and giving against my penis. Slowly and gently I pushed it further between her cheeks, allowing my erection to make my cock throb up against her body. Now I could feel the end of my cock beginning to push against the thick black cluster of pubic hairs between her legs.
'Wow -- my cock was right beside her cunt!' I thought.
The excitement was making my whole body tremble and my cock quivered with eagerness as it moved closer towards her cunt.
So far I hadn't been thinking of any other outcome other than getting a wank, but as my cock penetrated between her legs I started to think how nice it would be to be able to put my cock inside her -- she wasn't my mum any more, she was a hot sexy frustrated lady and I was a horny young man! She'd already said she needed a fuck just as much as I did and I just knew that her cunt would welcome me warmly! So my penis instinctively knew damn well that once she felt something touch her in the right place, her body would automatically respond sexually because she was so frustrated.
But how would she respond? Hopefully she would think it was my dad's cock and she would simply allow me to carry on and make love to her -- it had to have been at least three, maybe four weeks since she'd last had my dad's cock up her. I might be able to get my cock inside her while she was asleep and once I was well inside, she'd be hooked and wouldn't want to stop -- I hoped! Ahhhh -- to hell with being wanked -- I'd convinced myself that I was going to get a fuck!
My cock continued to nudge gently into the cleft between her legs. My groin was now pressing lightly against her arse, so my cock was by now probing all the way along the outside of her cunt. She hadn't pushed me away so I was starting to feel more confident with my plan of action. I began to move my cock gently back and forward and before too long, she sighed in her sleep and her buttocks began to push back at me -- presenting her cunt to me! I put my hand under my erection to increase the contact between my cock and her cunt lips and she began to moan and move her hips a little more.
My cock was now sliding through her pubic hair and I could feel her clitoris becoming hard against the top of my penis. Taking something of a risk, I reached carefully over her hip, avoiding touching her body until I reached her patch of curly hair. Then, very gently and slowly using my fingers, I spread her outer pubic lips apart and pushed one finger slowly into her hole and as I did so I could feel the first flush of her slippery lubricating fluids on my fingers and on my cock as it slowly slid more freely between her outer lips. I was quivering with excitement and tension but I knew that I just had to succeed now. I'd got this far -- could I complete the job?
Mum groaned in her sleep and her body began to quiver as she became more aroused. At the same time I felt her legs gradually begin to relax and spread apart, giving me even more access to her rapidly lubricating cunt. I guided my cock with my fingers, pushing it upwards across her clitoris and into the liquid that was oozing from her cunt. Slowly and gently I pumped my cock back and forward and gradually my knob became bathed in her copious juices. I dipped my fingers into her stickiness and smeared the liquid over my cock and it was just as well that I'd already cum twice that evening or I'd have shot my load there and then.
Now she was pushing her hips and her cunt back at my cock quite quickly -- I could easily have penetrated her cunt with one thrust, but I held back. Instead, little by little, my cock was sliding deeper and deeper between her outer lips and towards her inner lips and her vagina. Her cunt was now literally awash with her sexy juices -- she was flooding with slippery sexuality, covering my cock with her wetness! Soon my cock would be able to enter her hot juicy wet hole. Just a little more and my knob would be inside her -- I could already feel her heat all round me and her body was moving to allow my cock more freedom to penetrate her cunt.
As my cock reached her vagina I began to run a finger lightly across her clitoris once more. It was already stiff so I rubbed it a little harder and quicker and as I did so I could feel her body responding. Her breathing was faster and her legs were trembling -- it wouldn't be long before she was cumming! The tip of my cock was penetrating right inside her hole as I pushed backwards and forwards -- soon my whole cock would able to simply slide right inside but I held back just in case there was a bad reaction from her.
Because suddenly she was awake and aware of what was happening -- but there was no way that I was going to stop from fucking her now. I clamped my hand firmly over her mound to make sure that I continued to stimulate her clitoris; I needed to keep her excited and eager for my cock, which, as I pushed it towards her hole, was beginning to stretch her hot wet lips apart.
"No Chris! No! Oh no, don't do that -- take it out, it's naughty! Oh, we mustn't. No, don't put your cock in me," she groaned, but her cunt still seemed to be sucking me in. Her hand came down on top of mine and I thought that she was going to try to stop me but instead she helped me to masturbate her.
"Oh no, no, no, you're making me cum! Oh, I'm cumming! No, stop it please, you mustn't do that." Her body was shaking with lust and my penis had now locked into its socket.
"Ooooh nooooo, don't stop! Ooh, I don't know what I want. Ooh, I like it. Ooh, you're making me cum -- oooooh, I want you!" she panted as her lust surfaced, "Oh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
It was far too late for her to stop now -- she was starting to build up to a huge orgasm and each quiver of her body was causing my cock to sink further and further into her sopping wet hole. Her body was shaking with sexual excitement and her hips were jerking with the orgasm that was developing inside her. She was still moaning.
"No, oh no, not that! No we mustn't do it. Oh God, what are you making me do?" While at the same time her arm reached behind her to pull my body closer while her hips pushed back at me.
"Come on," I panted, pushing my penis deeper between her slippery lips, "let me fuck you, please?"
"Oh, oh, yes, yes! Get your cock inside me now," she cried out -- well, almost demanded, "I need all of you inside me right now."
With that needy cry, my straining erection pushed firmly into her hot receptive cunt and as she pulled her legs up and pushed backwards, my cock slid smoothly all the way in with one thrust. She let out a long sigh of released tension as my wiry pubes met her soft cushiony buttocks. Her cunt was absolutely dripping wet and yet beautifully tight round my cock. As my cock sank right into her and I started to fuck her, so she orgasmed -- twice -- three times, shaking and quivering all over. I thought that then she'd push me away after she'd cum. But instead, now that my cock was settled fully inside her, she began working herself off on me. I could feel her pulsating cunt muscles as they began the job of working on my cock to milk my spunk from me.
It didn't take more than a few moments before she started to cum yet again and as she shuddered, I could feel the pulses of her orgasm making her cunt squeeze my cock. I started fucking her with long deep strokes until another shuddering orgasm pulsed through her body, bringing me very close to coming. I whispered to her that I was nearly there.
"Oh no, you mustn't cum inside me. No, you mustn't do that. Oooh no, don't get me pregnant," she moaned, but her body didn't let me escape.
"Oooooh mum, it's lovely," I groaned, thrusting quicker inside her, "It's so good inside you. I'm nearly there now, mum."
"Oh, it's so nice to have you inside me -- I want to keep you there. Yes, I want to feel your spunk -- I need your cock inside me." Now she pulled me deeper into her.
"Going to cum very soon, mum, if you keep squeezing me," I said, panting, "do you want me to cum in you?"
"Oooooh yes, yes! Don't stop -- I want your cock right inside me. Ooooh, I need you. Ooooh yes," she wailed and began shaking all over, "I'm cumming again. Ooooh, fill me up".
As her orgasm hit her, the squeezing of her cunt became too much for me and I could feel my own orgasm starting. I began fucking her cunt harder and rubbing her clitoris until, with a grunt, I squirted all my young fertile spunk deep up inside her, bringing her to yet another orgasm. I came so strongly that I could feel and I could swear I almost heard each and every jet as my sperm filled her cunt. She pulled me to her to ensure that my cock emptied its full load as deep as it could up inside her. Her whole body was quivering as I fucked my slowly softening tool in and out of her squelching, wet cunt before allowing it to slip slowly from her. And now I fluttered my fingers over her very sloppy clitoris until her final orgasm made her body shake and pulsate all over once more.
"Oh God, that's better. Oh, that was good. Oh, I needed that," my mother said in the moments after we'd finished and separated. She rolled over and pulled me to her and we began kissing -- open mouthed and with our tongues entwining.
"Thank you, thank you," she said, "You're a bloody good lover!"
"And so are you," I answered, "You really are fantastic."
We rolled apart as she turned on the bedside light and then went to the bathroom for a towel to mop up with. She climbed back into bed and lay uncovered while she cleaned her pussy, offering me some of the towel to wipe my cock. Then she started on about being naughty but her words weren't convincing.
"What have I let you do?" she sighed, "I told you that we'd gone too far to stop and now it's happened -- we've gone all the way".
I smiled at her.
"You've only let me do what we've both been wanting for a while now, and as for going all the way, you needed it even more than I did," I said, resting my hand gently on her stomach and massaging her body softly.
"Well, I guess that's true enough," said mum, smiling at me, "I'll have to say my prayers after this!"
"Eh?" I queried.
"One prayer to say sorry for being naughty and one prayer to hope I don't get pregnant," she said, laughing.
"And a prayer to forgive you for the next time too?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Cheeky sod!" she said, slapping my thigh, "next time indeed! There wasn't supposed to be a 'this time'."