The intruder stepped in through the unlocked back door and quietly closed it behind him taking in the familiar but unlit utility room. He could hear the noise of the gathering (he was loath to describe it as a party) going on in the living room and prayed that no one would come out and notice him. He had been surprised by the number of cars on the drive and adjacent road and realised that the topic was more popular than he thought among ladies of a certain age. The sound of voices wafted through the door from the open plan kitchen and living area with the occasional embarrassed giggle thrown in. The voice of the evening's facilitator was a constant factor in the noise.
"Ok, ladies. I'm going to move away from the toys but if you want to see any of them again at the end please ask. I think that Emma was very keen on the Rabbit (the giggles ramped up at this point) and Siobhan wanted a Mandingo (more giggles). One thing's for sure, if you see her walking funny, you'll know that her new toy has had a workout (ribald laughter).
"So, the next part of the evening is devoted to lingerie that will appeal to your partner in the bedroom whatever their physical and mental state. Gemma, as our host, has agreed to model them for us and I'm envious as hell that no one would argue against her doing it professionally. They will almost certainly look good on her but remember sexy and beauty are states of mind so even if you don't all have Gemma's assets you can still feel and look good in just about anything."
The intruder moved quietly to get closer to the part-opened door so he could see out into the living area but was mindful to stay far enough back to be out of sight although he felt sure that all eyes would be on the beautiful Gemma ... the reason why he was here.
The lady in question, a tall, slim blonde, made her way behind a folding screen decorated with Chinese writing and pictures where an assortment of skimpy and revealing clothes were laid out for her to try on. She picked up a few scraps of material and looked apprehensive before calling out to the facilitator, Natasha.
"Err, Tash, you wanted the 'Sultry' teddy first. Am I right?"
"Yes, please Gem. Don't forget I want you to tell the ladies your feelings and fantasies when you are wearing it."
The intruder's gaze was keenly focussed on Gemma as she started to take off the short, black cocktail dress she was wearing. Her body was tanned, toned and fit as a result of her part-time, weekend job as a tennis coach but she had curves in all the right places. The watching man felt blood rush to his cock as she reached behind her to unclasp the lacy bra encasing her small boobs and shrugged it down her arms. He realised that he had been holding his breath and released it with a silent gasp at the sight of her perfect, teardrop 'B' cup breasts showing just a hint of gravity's effect. He breathed heavily at the sight that had fixated him since he was old enough to appreciate the female form.
'Fuck! They are gorgeous.'
Gemma continued to undress and slipped the matching lace knickers down her long legs and bent over to pick them up presenting the watcher with a full view of her slim but definitely female hips and bum. His cock was now a rod of iron and he idly stroked it through his trousers as he looked longingly at another sight that had been the source of many a masturbation fantasy as he grew up.
To the watching voyeur, the process of putting on the garment was almost as sexy as the disrobing as Gemma pulled on a deep crimson, lacy teddy but he was frustrated as she kept her back to him.
Gemma adjusted the gusset as it appeared to chafe and the man mentally volunteered to lubricate the area with his tongue when the opportunity arose. He grinned lasciviously at the prospect. Gemma called out to the facilitator.
"Ok, Tash here I come."
She stepped around the screen and there were oohs and ahs from the 10 or so women seated around the living area as the beautiful host did her best to emulate a runway model.
"As I said, Gem, you need to tell the girls how you feel."
Gemma looked slightly embarrassed as she looked at Natasha and the other women.
"To tell you the truth ... I feel a bit slutty ... I'm not sure I would wear something like this until I knew the guy really well."
Natasha looked at the audience.
"Well those of you in relationships don't have the same problem as Gemma. You can all channel your inner slut for your partners and I'm sure they will enjoy it just as much as you will in the end (knowing laughter). Maybe you should start dating again, Gem. It has been 8 years since Arsehole left you."
Gemma looked annoyed at Natasha.
"And I have spent those years bringing up my lovely son, Josh, who could have gone off the rails with an absent father but hasn't. In fact, I think those 8 years have been well spent as he has turned into a bright, intelligent, courteous and loving young man, if I say so myself."
"Well, I think his education is lacking. Send him round to me and I'll sort him out (very loud smutty laughter)."
Gemma looked shocked and turned to the woman who had called out.
"Thank you, Emma. He does not need that sort of education. I'm sure he's very popular with the girls at college."
"He doesn't seem to date much so maybe a bit of help from an older woman wouldn't come amiss (more laughter)."
Gemma's face showed her annoyance.
"Can we get on. Josh will be back soon and I'd rather not have him see me dressed like a tart."
"Ooh, first a slut, now a tart. I think that's exactly how he should see his mum (hysterical laughter)."
Gemma's face went bright red and she turned back towards the screen. Natasha hushed the audience.
"Ok, ladies if we have to hurry it up then I suggest we go for the sport wear and then the bride ensemble. You ok with that Gemma?"
She nodded and went back behind the screen and the watching voyeur groaned silently with delight as she shimmied out of the lacy teddy. What followed almost caused him to come in his underpants as she stepped into the tightest pair of yoga pants that he had ever seen and left no room for anything beneath. It was amazing how little material there was as most of the garment consisted of holes criss-crossed with straps but the simple act of her smoothing the material over her sexy arse-cheeks was a perv's delight. This was followed by the equally riveting act of her adjusting her breasts to show a lot of cleavage in the matching, form-fitting sports bra which again was more air than material.
She checked herself in the mirror and smiled, knowing that she looked good for her 35 years. She stepped out from behind the screen and there were some low catcalls from the other women; none of whom would ever look that good in such attire.
Natasha prompted her as she strutted her stuff, turning to show her tight body in the even tighter clothes.
"Ok, Gem, how does this make you feel?"
Gemma got more into the mood and smiled naughtily as she made up her story.
"I'm at the gym, doing a workout and there's a fit young guy, about 22 (loud catcalls) and I deliberately chose a cross trainer in front of him so he can see my bum in these gorgeous pants (catcalls and wolf-whistles). I want him to follow me into the changing room when I've finished or maybe he follows me home ... "
Emma interrupted.
"You definitely need to get laid (lewd laughter)!"
Gemma looked at her crossly but eventually nodded deprecatingly.
"You may be right."
Natasha got into her sales pitch.
"Ok, ladies, we might not look as good as Gemma but this outfit comes in various sizes and will make pretty much anyone's arse look good. Ok, time is tight ... almost as tight as the yoga pants (innuendo laden giggles) so we need to crack on. The bridal ensemble is next ..."
As she is doing the catwalk promenade Gemma looked up at the wall clock and looked flustered.
"Ok but I'm putting the kimono on as well in case Josh does come home in the middle of it. That getup is indecent!"
The sniggers in the room were waved down by Natasha.
"Bring it out but show everyone the full outfit please."
The watching man could see Gemma grumbling to her self as she unpeeled the yoga pants and sports bra and reached for several pieces of almost transparent white fabric and proceeded to put them on but standing side-on to him. First, a white garter belt encasing her trim waist and then a sheer camisole top with a plunging neckline which displayed those parts of her beautiful breasts that were not already visible through the semi-transparent material. She sat down on a low stool and turned towards the waiting watcher as she reached for the white stockings and he caught his first sight of her pussy.
He could hardly breathe.
Shaved!
As bare as when she was born.
Once again, he almost came just from the sight of it.
Somehow Gemma's actions in smoothing the stockings up her thighs and the act of clipping them to the garter belt seemed to focus even more in on her sexy vulva and the man desperately wanted to free his aching cock and stroke it at the erotic sight. Caution overrode his desire to beat off at the source of his fantasies over the years and he resisted the temptation although he continued to stroke himself through his clothes. If she thought Josh was due home soon then he did not have much time left but wanted to hear what Gemma said in terms of her thoughts about the bridal outfit.
The last act of dressing was Gemma pulling a miniscule thong up her long legs and into place over the top of the garter's straps. She adjusted it over her hips and the voyeur realised that there was no gusset ... just two pieces of strapping either side of her puffy labia ... it was split crotch ... he could hold it no longer and with a muffled groan he came in his underpants.
As he recovered, he heard Gemma call out.
"Sorry Tash. I can't wear those knickers in public. They are definitely for the bedroom. I'll wear the normal G-string knickers instead."
Natasha giggled.
"Ok, sweetie. I wouldn't do it either."
Once she changed the flimsy undergarment, which still left her firm buttocks completely bare, Gemma stepped into a pair of fuck-me shoes with 4-inch heels. She stood and looked at herself in the small mirror turning this way and that as she admired herself. Finally, she strutted out from behind the screen. There were murmurs of appreciation from the gathering and this had a positive effect on Gemma who seemed to transform into a wanton slut and exaggerated the sway of her hips.
"How does this getup make you feel then Gem?"
"Oh, this is more like it. I feel like I want to parade for a mystery lover ... not my husband, this is too sexy for that bastard ... the one who followed me home from the gym , someone I've never met ... he breaks into the house ... and ties me up ... blindfolds me ... he'll want to take me roughly ... perhaps spank me ... this getup is for something illicit ... taboo ... not the first night of a honeymoon ... that shouldn't be slutty ... this just says fuck me anyway you want!"
Emma could not resist.
"Who are you and what have you done Gemma Straight-Lace!"
Gemma blushed and her face fell.
"Yeah, I know. Shame I haven't got a mystery lover."
The voyeur realised he needed to be gone. She was expecting Josh home and people would possibly come out into the utility room as the party broke up. He eased open the back door and slipped out into the night.
"So, Gem, you'd let some mystery lover break in and fuck you huh? Isn't that a bit rapey? Not #MeToo at all."
Gemma looked thoughtful.
"No, you are right, but I'd get my revenge. I'd meet him by accident somewhere ... in a lift ... or the supermarket queue and recognise him by his smell or his voice and track him down and ... and subdue him ... put a cock ring on him so he stays hard ... tease him mercilessly ... suck him ... fuck him ... but not let him come ... while having lots of orgasms myself."
She stopped and realised she had been babbling.
"Umm ... sorry ... I do think I need to get laid!"
The gust of sympathetic laughter made her blush again and she was about to speak when the doorbell rang.
Chapter 2
Gemma scrabbled to get hold of the kimono which she had left behind the screen so Emma went to the door and opened it. A tall, well built, handsome young man in his early 20s stood on the threshold.
"Ooh, look, the stripper has arrived. I'd put a tip in his pouch any day."
The young man flushed but came back quickly.
"Hi, Mrs. B., shouldn't that be me putting a tip in your pouch."
The blush on the normally garrulous woman was a thing of beauty and the other members of the group were laughing raucously. Gemma looked up at the sound and saw her son at the front door and rushed over to greet him.
"Josh, darling, how lovely. Don't mind these silly old women ..."
They hugged and three things happened simultaneously, mostly caused by the fact that the fuck-me heels caused Gemma to be almost the same height as her son. Firstly, the kisses they aimed at each other's cheeks somehow resulted in their mouths colliding and they froze in surprise before moving their faces apart in shock. Secondly, Josh's hands, that would normally have rested on his mother's lower back were planted firmly on her taut buttocks with only the thin layer of the kimono separating him from her flesh. Thirdly, and most interestingly from both their perspectives, Josh's package was tight against Gemma's pussy, and she could feel every inch of it.
'That's her bum I can feel. God, that feels good.'
'He has got his hands on my bum. God that feels good. Jesus is that his cock? It's huge!'
'Shit I'm getting a semi ...'
Flustered, Josh stepped back and looked down at her with increasing surprise. She saw the look on her son's face as his eyes travelled over her, widening further the more he looked. She looked down to see the kimono gaping open.
'Thank Christ I wasn't wearing the split crotch panties.'
"Looking good, Mum. I'll come home more often if you dress like that."
His blush as he realised what he had said was matched by Gemma's as the gust of raucous laughter broke around them. She hurriedly gathered the robe together and tied the sash.
"There you go, Gemma, there's your mystery gym rat ... he's followed you home ... "
Mother and son were beet red by now and she took hold of Josh's hand and dragged him away from the group of women, calling over her shoulder as she went.
"Don't mind them sweetie, they're jealous because they don't have a wonderful son like you."
Josh added to the mutual love-in.
"That's because I have a wonderful mum."
Natasha and the other ladies looked fondly at them as they knew how close mother and son had become since the divorce. However, it didn't stop Emma from making an inappropriate comment.
"Oh, please, get a room you two. Oh no, that's not allowed ... well stop behaving like ... like ... "
Gemma smiled but gave a V sign to her loudmouthed friend to stop her from saying any more and ushered her son up the stairs.
"Go and get unpacked sweetie and I'll get rid of this rabble. We can talk later."
The guests, most of whom knew him since he was a small boy and had sons and daughters of a similar age, called out 'hellos' and 'goodbyes' as he went up the stairs. He dumped his bag in his bedroom and went into the en-suite shower room and peeled off his dirty clothes, looking down at his semi-hard cock as he did so. He stroked it as his mind flashed back to the sight of his hot mother dressed in the lingerie.
'Fuck, she's beautiful.'
30 minutes later after taking care of himself in the shower he pulled on a sweatshirt and trackie bottoms and descended the stairs to find all the visitors gone and the living room rearranged. His mother, having changed into her favoured sleep-wear of shorts and an old T shirt, was relaxing in one of the two-seater sofas. She put down her reading material and stood up to greet her son again. This time the hug was slightly more reserved and the lack of high-heels made for a more conventional coming together.
Which caused a surprising frisson of disappointment to both of them.
Gemma pulled him down onto the sofa and clasped his hand affectionately in both of hers and looked at him with shining eyes.
"Come on darling, sit down and tell me your news. How's college? Mind you, it has only been 3 weeks since you went back after Christmas. Why have you come back?"
Josh grinned cheekily.
"How could I stay away when you said what you were going to be modelling lingerie? I could have sold tickets to my mates."
Gemma knew her son was teasing and teased right back.
"Well it is a good thing I told you to stay away until 10.00 as I didn't want you to have a stroke at the sight. Anyway, why would you, or they, want to see a middle-aged woman in lingerie?"
"You're not middle-aged like the rest, you're only 35 and from what I saw .... you looked ...umm ... pretty hot."
He blushed and Gemma giggled embarrassedly before kissing his cheek.
"You have to say that as I'm your mum but thank you anyway. Yes, I'm a lot younger than most of them but that's what a schoolgirl pregnancy does for you."
Josh looked admiringly at her.
"You did well to cope with that and get your A levels and a degree . Plus you hold down a god job and looked after me when ... err ... Dad left. I think you're pretty special ... but then, I am biased."
Gemma felt herself blushing and tears started to prick at her eyes at the praise from her son. Josh could see that she was upset and pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head.
"I love you, Mum. Thank you for all you've done for me."
She aimed a weak slap at his chest.
"Stop it, you'll make my mascara run. But if praise is due you deserve your share for the support you gave me and the fact that you didn't give me any grief as a teenager and ... and ... just thank you ... no mother could wish for a better son. I love you very much, Joshy!"
Josh reacted as he always had when she called him that but with laughter in his faux-whiny voice.
"Oh Mum ... you know I hate that name! "
Gemma giggled and pinched his cheek in a mocking gesture.
"Ooh does Joshy-Woshy not like his Mumsy-Wumsy calling him Joshy. Poor Joshy ... no don't look at me like that ... eeeeh."
A tickling war ensued as it had done ever since Josh had discovered at an early age that his mother was extremely easy to defeat by well-aimed caresses to her sides.
"No ... don't tickle me ... please ... I'll be sick ... you know ... stop ... please ... "
The brief tickling interlude left them breathing harder as Gemma writhed to try and get away from her son's hands. She ended up in his lap with her feet on the sofa and Josh's arms around her. Her hair was dishevelled and he thought she looked adorable.
"Beast!"
They were grinning at each other at their childish behaviour and Gemma reached up to kiss his cheek. Somewhere between the start of that action and her lips arriving on his face Josh turned his head and their lips collided again in a brief, gentle peck. Both of them closed their eyes relishing the contact before they broke hurriedly apart. Josh looked embarrassed and Gemma tried to make light of it.
"What's this? Are you trying to snog your old mum?"
This just increased the level of her son's discomfort."Umm ... sorry ... I don't know what I was thinking. Anyway, you are definitely not old ... you don't look much older than me ... Umm ... "
It was at this point that his conscious brain realised what his sub-conscious had realised for some time: he had been inadvertently groping a squirming, hot-bodied woman whose arse was now resting firmly on his hardening cock.
His blush deepened and he tried to move her hurriedly off his lap but she stopped him, much to his consternation.
"It's ok, Josh. Don't be upset ... just me and my silly sense of humour. It was nice ... the kiss I mean ... just different ... not what we usually do."
He turned his head to look away from her piercing pale blue eyes.
"Yeah, sorry ... anyway it won't happen again."
She put a hand on his chin and pulled his head back around to face her and pecked him on the lips again.
"There (kiss) it (kiss) did (kiss) happen (kiss) again (kiss). I don't mind. I liked it. It ... I dunno ... makes us closer."
He gazed at her in horror as his cock grew bigger and firmer.
'Fuck! She must feel it soon. Quick, get up, offer to make a cup of tea.'
"Ok ... umm ... shall I make tea."
Puzzled by his reaction, she gave him another brief kiss which seemed to linger a bit longer than those that had gone before.
"Right, now we have that sorted, I will go and make my lovely son a cup of tea. Do you want anything to eat?"
He let her go and she stood up looking down at him. Her eyes widened when she saw the outline of his large penis in his loose-fitting trousers and she realised that she had felt him under her arse when she had been sat on his lap.
'How could I not have noticed that? Too busy kissing him, you slapper!'
Josh noticed where she was looking and blushed.
"Umm ... sorry"
Gemma giggled to cover her own disorientation.
"Only natural. Don't worry about it ... right ... tea ... coming right up."
All the while she was wondering why she felt pleased at the thought that her son got hard from her sitting on his lap ... or was it the kissing ... and why was she feeling a trickle of arousal herself?
Chapter 3
The intruder sat on the sofa in an almost identical living room to one that he had been looking at 30 minutes previously. His trousers and underpants were around his ankles and he was slowly stroking his cock back to full hardness knowing full-well it would be put to good use very soon. He heard the front door open and looked over at the sexy blonde MILF that walked through. She saw what he was doing and raised an enquiring eyebrow.
"I'll take that as a sign that you got to see what you went for. Looks good, doesn't she?"
"She is gorgeous, I've waited years for that moment and I'm so glad it lived up to expectations. Thanks for arranging the room for me to get a perfect view."
"Well let that be an end to this obsession. You've seen her naked, now move on."
He shook his head slowly with a very determined look on his face.
"No. I need to fuck her. I have to have all of her ... mouth ... pussy ... and arse."
The woman laughed hollowly.
"That isn't going to happen unless you rape her. There's more chance of Josh fucking her. You didn't see the interplay when he arrived. Lots of kissy-kissy and feely-feely and you should see the package he's carrying ... he's even bigger than you."
He shrugged dismissively.
"You forget I did gym and sports with him when we were at school. It's not so big."
She laughed and nodded at his hands smoothing the skin of his angry looking penis.
"Well maybe he has grown a bit since then. It certainly seemed big enough to me and I'm sure it would stretch me out very nicely. Talking of which do you need a hand ... or something else ... with that big problem of yours. Although we can leave it until you can get Gemma to help you out. You might be a bit blue-balled by then, though."
She giggled sarcastically but he took the gibe in good spirits and called her over.
"Get over here. I can see your mouth watering at the prospect of wrapping your lips around it and, to tell you the truth, maybe Gemma should remain a fantasy. After all, when I have perfection on tap, why would I risk it for an illusion."
She tried not to show the pleasure she got from his words but there was an extra sway to her hips as she made her way over to where he sat. She knelt on the floor between his splayed legs and reached a small hand out to stroke the hard shaft in front of her. He groaned and stretched his head back at the delicious sensation that he cherished. Her eyes were shining with lust as she looked up at his face.
"Tell me who you really want to suck this beautiful cock and then take it in whichever tight hole you fancy. Who would that person be? Not that tall skinny bitch, huh? Who, babe?"
She lowered her head and gently swabbed her tongue around the crown and then softly kissed the drop of lubrication from the piss-slit. Her other hand came up to cradle his heavy balls and he shifted forward in the seat to give her better access. Never breaking eye contact she sank her mouth down over the first few inches of his shaft until they both felt it nudge the back of her throat. He groaned his pleasure and she lifted off with a low gasp and her eyes narrowed with her question.
"Who, babe? Who owns this cock?"
She sunk back down again with her tongue stroking along the underside of the pillar of hard flesh and got a little bit further before backing off again leaving a string of saliva stretching between his rampant cock and her lips. Her hands continued to stroke his shaft and fondle his tight balls and she smirked as she recognised the tell-tale signs that he was ready to pump his sperm down her greedy throat.
'He's so predictable. I had better get ready for the two-handed head press on the next go.'
"Who, babe, who?"
The downward lunge of her head this time was fast and straight and the flared head of his cock surged into her throat as she buried her nose into his pubic hair squeezing and massaging his full testicles as she did so. His roar of lust was drowned out by the two large hands which descended over her ears and head as he thrust his cock as deep into her oesophagus as possible before erupting.
"YOU MUM, ONLY YOU."
Restrained by his hands she still managed to work her mouth up and down the pulsing rod as 4 hard spurts went directly into her gullet. As he relaxed, she gently lifted up capturing and savouring his last creamy emissions in her mouth as his body shook with the strength of his orgasm. She swallowed the delicious mouthful before gently sucking the final dribbles from the enflamed head and slowly bathed the head of her son's magnificent cock with her tongue.
He moaned to let her know it was becoming too sensitive as it wilted slightly and she kissed it gently before pulling her mouth away. She smiled sexily up him as his eyes flickered open.
"You had better believe it son. I own this cock and don't you forget it."
He nodded and smiled weakly as the endorphins flooded his system leaving him ready to agree anything his sex goddess would ask. She stood and started to undress knowing that he would soon be hard again at the sight of her small, curvy body.
"Now then, Mummy needs a good fucking and you might just get to take my tight little arse if you give me lots of nice orgasms."
Her son's eyes widened with delight at the prospect and he nodded eagerly.
Chapter 4
Whether it was a result of the new way of kissing each other, or something else, Gemma and Josh's relationship seemed to change that weekend. It was exemplified by the result of Josh's simple gesture of holding Gemma's hand to help her as she climbed over a stile on a lunch-time walk from their home in Wantage to the pub in a nearby village. She squeezed his hand to say thank you but then didn't let go as they continued on their route. He looked at their clasped hands with pleasure and didn't let go for a long time.
Physical contact seemed to become the new normal and he opened his coat and wrapped it, and his arms, around her from behind as they stood at the top of the Ridgeway after resuming their walk after lunch. He kissed the top of her head as they looked out over the Oxfordshire countryside and she snuggled back into the warmth of his embrace. He was acutely aware of the press of her buttocks against his groin and willed his erection away. It was to no avail so he edged his own hips backwards.
As they walked, they talked incessantly, hanging on each other's words, listening, laughing, encouraging, commiserating ... about anything and everything. It was as if they had moved from being mother and son to ... equals ... both adults ... a couple. They watched a movie together that evening cuddling on the sofa and neither wanted to call it a night until Josh noticed that she had fallen asleep and carried her to her bedroom, laying her gently on her bed and kissing her softly on the lips.
"Mum, it's time for bed. I'll see you in the morning."
She opened her eyes sleepily.
"Joshy, (there was no outrage from her son this time) thank you for a lovely day. I love you."
He smiled lovingly and kissed her forehead
"I love you too, Mum."
On the Sunday they went to have lunch with Gemma's parents and her mum took her to one side as they were departing.
"Gemma, sweetie, I'm so glad to see you looking so happy. Have you got a man in your life? If so, I'm glad, you have been alone too long."
Gemma was confused.
"No, Mum, I've just had a wonderful weekend with my Boy and feel very happy."
Her mum chuckled.
"Not so much a boy any more! He's grown up into a wonderful young man. I'm glad you two are close. It could have gone the other way after ... (she pursed her lips and made a spitting noise) ... Ben left."
"Yes, he'll make a wonderful husband for some lucky girl one day. I hate her already."
Her mother looked at her, surprised at the venom in Gemma's voice.
"Don't worry, he'll find a lovely girl that I'm sure you will love. Especially as she will be bearing your grandchildren."
"Jesus, Mum, I'm not 40 yet. I'm much too young to be a Grandmother ... I'd rather have his children my ..."
Gemma stuttered, stopped and blushed leaving her mother unable to interpret what she was about to say.
"Anyway, it's good to see you looking so upbeat. Will Josh be back before Easter, he must be awfully busy with finals coming up? Why did he come up this weekend anyway?"
Gemma blushed even more. She could hardly tell her mother the reason that he'd originally given her ... not that she believed it ... despite wanting to. She gave the ostensible reason that Josh had given her over breakfast on Saturday.
"His housemates were having a weekend party and he wanted to start his dissertation so he came home for some peace and quiet. I don't know if he's back or not. He's got a lot of work to do for that and finals."
Guilt set in at that point as Gemma realised that he'd done no work at all. She had monopolised him all weekend ... not that he had been averse to her keeping him away from his studies.
Gemma and Josh were both unusually sad when Sunday evening arrived and he got ready to make the hour's drive back to Uni. Gemma stood in front of him in the hall and straightened his coat collar and smiled lovingly up at him
"Now, have you got everything? All the food we bought for you?"
Josh shook his head in amused exasperation.
"Yes, Mum! You know, I am 20, I can look after myself! You don't need to fuss. I can be back from Southampton in an hour and we do have supermarkets nearby in any case. I'll be back in two weeks for Valentine's Day so I'm sure I can cope until then."
She had a pang of jealousy but grinned teasingly.
"Oh, Valentine's Day? You have a hot date with your favourite girl up here?"
He looked embarrassed.
"Umm ... no ... well yes ... I thought I'd take my 'favourite girl' ... that's you by the way ... out for a date ... a nice meal at The Kings Head. I know you like it there ... "
Gemma was stunned but her heart exulted.
"Me? A date? Valentine's Day? With your mum? Are you ... crazy or what?"
He grinned.
"Never more serious. You are my favourite girl so why would I not take you out on such an auspicious day."
Gemma melted inside. How could he be so ... so sweet, so loving? She looked at him with questioning smile.
"Well, if you are sure. I'm not averse to going out with a hunky young man. It does my street cred no end of good."
He grinned back at her.
"Your street cred is already pretty high. You are one gorgeous woman and I think most of the coven on Friday night know that instinctively. You don't need sexy lingerie to highlight it ..."
She revelled in his compliments but tried to downplay her happy feelings.
"Get away! Anyway, don't call them a coven ... they are my friends and they all think the world of you ... especially Emma ... however, she thinks ..."
"That my education needs improving ... yes, I know."
Gemma giggled.
"Yes, but I'm sure I can find you a better teacher ... go on get out of here ... you have lectures in the morning."
He bent down to kiss her and by now it was second nature for their lips to meet ... only this time it seemed to last longer than any previous kiss, lips were slightly parted ... and were tongues involved ... albeit fleetingly? Neither of them could swear either way afterwards.
Chapter 5
Gemma arrived back from work on the following Friday feeling down in the dumps. There would be no repeat of her wonderful weekend with Josh and even though they had video chatted most nights she felt the pang of separation during the week more acutely than at any time since he started Uni nearly 3 years ago.
She called Emma.
"Hiya, is Darren on shift tonight and if so, assuming you don't have a better offer how about we 'get drunk and watch porn', to paraphrase Bill Nighy in Love Actually. Well, not the porn bit necessarily but I do need a drinking partner."
Emma's husband was a fireman and did 12-hour shifts which left her friend with a lot of spare time on her hands, especially when he worked nights. She turned up an hour later bearing two bottles of fizz.
"I bring bubbles to solve one part of your request and I'm sure I could rustle up some porn to satisfy the other."
Gemma hugged her petite friend and giggled.
"It would only leave us both horny and frustrated although you could at least get some relief by jumping Darren's bones when he comes home in the morning. No, maybe we will just stick to the booze. How about I make some Champagne cocktails, I have some brandy left over from Christmas."
An hour or so later they were half way down the second bottle of fizz and Gemma was feeling very relaxed and tongues were loose. They were discussing local gossip when Emma opened up a well-worn topic of conversation.
"So, Gemma, sweetie. When are you going to get yourself laid ... well and truly-fucked ... shafted ... porked ....?"
Gemma blushed as she always did when the topic was raised.
"Oh, Emma. Don't start that again. I'm not looking for a relationship. The last one wasn't a great success after all."
"Who said anything about a relationship? Go and find some unsuspecting young man and light his world up. There are plenty of clubs in Reading and Oxford where we could go and act like the slutty Cougars we are. We could be 'Em&Gem' like we were back at King Alfred's ... getting into clubs ... picking up the older boys ..."
She stopped as she saw the confused and shocked look on her friend's face.
"Yeah and look where it got me. Two dates and a pregnancy. And you weren't far behind me, either. At least Darren didn't bail out like Ben did. No thank you! Anyway ... you said 'We'. You would come as well? What about Darren? You are married if you hadn't forgotten."
Emma shrugged but was strangely defensive.
"A bit of 'strange' refreshes the marriage. He doesn't know what I do so ignorance is bliss. Anyway, you would need a wing-man ... err ... wing-girl."
Gemma looked at her and instinctively knew something was up. If she had been sober she might have let it slip but the drunken daredevil wanted to push it.
"You ... you ... you're having an affair! You're seeing someone when Darren's at work. You ... you ... slut! Go on ... tell all ... who is he ... someone from your work?"
Emma just grinned drunkenly.
"You may think that, but I couldn't possibly confirm or deny the allegation. We weren't talking about me ...we were discussing how to get you a good reaming."
"Eww ... gross ... but I don't think that's going to happen. I don't want a mindless fuck ... I might not want a new relationship but I would like a bit more than being ... umm ... reamed as you so delicately put it. In any case I have Josh to think about. I wouldn't want to upset the balance of our relationship by having somebody else in my life ... I love him too much. What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Emma nodded knowingly.
"There's your solution ... Josh!"
Gemma's befuddled brain did not follow and looked confused.
"Josh is my solution to what?"
"Getting reamed! Have sex with Josh! You love him and he loves you so it wouldn't be meaningless."
"EMMA! That's disgusting ... he's my son. I can't have sex with him. Anyway, he wouldn't want to ... he's not attracted to me like that ... "
Emma chortled and cut across her.
"Don't be sure about that. I saw the way he looked at you dressed in the lingerie last week and he was definitely getting a semi. I know let's ask him."
Gemma's eyes were wide with panic as her friend reached for her phone and started to skim through her contacts.
"Nooo ... Em ... you can't do that. It would embarrass him so much. Stop this please."
Emma looked over at her and pointed the phone at her and took a picture.
"What are you really afraid of? That he DOES fancy you or that he doesn't?"
Gemma blushed but tried to look indignant as she stood up unsteadily.
"Don't be ridiculous. I'm getting another drink do you want one. I think I'll just have straight brandy as this is getting seriously weird."
Chapter 6
Josh was deep into a first re-write of his 10000-word dissertation despite it being a Friday night when he would normally be out doing what all self-respecting under-graduates should be doing.
Getting shit-faced, chatting up girls ... or guys or non-binaries (for the sake of balance) ... catching STD's ...
His phone chimed and he saw that he had a WhatsApp message from 'James Mum' ... aka Mrs B. ... aka Emma.
He opened it in slight surprise as she rarely contacted him these days. Not since he and his, then, best mate James, had left school and Josh went to Uni while James got a job.
< Swipe Right or Swipe Left?>
The picture came into focus and he was even more surprised. The picture was of his mother, looking slightly dishevelled but still lovely. The glass in her hand told the story. She and Emma were ratted!
He paused not knowing what this was all about.
This had to be some kind of wind-up. Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound.
Josh rolled his eyes in exasperation.
He thought about it and sent another message.
Whatever his feelings on the matter.
He worked for another hour and was just going to bed when his phone rang. It was James Mum' again.
"Err Josh. Are you able to come back tonight? Your mum is in a bit of a state and shouldn't be left and I need to get back for ... err ... James."
His concern ramped.
"What's the matter? Is she hurt? What happened?"
"No, she's all right ... just a bit wasted. That's all. I'm worried that she might ... umm throw up and choke on her ... you know ..."
"Christ! That's sounds like more than a 'bit wasted' Mrs B. that's full-on fresher's (first year under-graduate) behaviour. Why was she drinking so much? That's not like her at all."
Emma didn't answer and he paused as he thought about what to do. He would miss playing football tomorrow, but so what, and he could finish his dissertation at home so no worries there.
"Ok, I'm on my way. I'll be about an hour. Can you look after until then?"
"Ok, but hurry. I promised James I'd be back by bedtime."
He disconnected and started to throw stuff into his holdall.
'Why does she need to be back for James' bedtime? Does he need tucking in or something?'
He did the journey in 45 minutes just grateful that Plod liked a quiet night and wasn't setting up speed traps on the A34. Emma was waiting for him at the front door and showed him into the lounge where Gemma was sprawled on one of the sofas, snoring gently. He smiled with affection because this was only the second time he had seen her like this; the first being at a local music festival at Cornbury where she had imbibed far too many Pimms and had thrown up outside the tent they shared. Happy Days!
"Ok, Mrs. B. I can take it from here. You get off and put James to bed. Tell him I said 'Hi'."
She looked at him strangely.
"Don't you need a hand getting her undressed? I can help do that at least."
Josh looked startled.
"Undressed? I was just going to carry her up to her bedroom and leave her, as she is, on top of the duvet."
"No, no, no! First rule of dealing with drunken women: Clothes off including bra. Otherwise you get too hot and it chafes. She will thank you for it in the morning."
Josh looked at her askance but nodded.
"Ok, if you say so. But you can help with that? I ... umm ... wouldn't want to ... err ..."
"Oh, don't be such a baby. She's your mother for Christ's sake. You must have seen her naked before. James has lots of times ... not Gemma ... me, I mean."
It was at this point that Josh realised that Emma was almost as wrecked as Gemma.
"Ok, Mrs. B. I'll handle it from here. You go off and tuck James ..."
She interrupted him with a look of horror, her face going white.
"What did you say?"
Josh was by now thoroughly confused.
"What? You said you needed to be back for James' bedtime. I assumed you want to tuck him in."
Emma looked relieved and giggled.
"Ahh ... 'tuck' James ... not what ... ok, anyway I'll help you get her upstairs."
Josh didn't actually need any help carrying the comatose body of Gemma up to her bedroom and he put her gently onto the bed as Emma fussed in the background.
"Come on! You need to get her undressed."
Josh looked at her with trepidation in his eyes.
"Right! Undressed!"
"Come on. We haven't got all night. The blouse first and make sure you hang it up. She won't thank you if it's creased."
Josh did as he was instructed and undid the buttons before holding her up to slip her arms out of the sleeves. All the time he was conscious of how close he was to her skin and he tried to not look as her bra-clad breasts came into view. He laid her back onto the bed and undid the waist button of her jeans and slid them down her long legs. He tried not to look or to revel in the feel of his hands on her beautiful body but he caught Emma smirking at him a couple of times as he accidentally wandered off course.
Eventually Gemma's slim, toned body was clad only in her underwear and Josh felt his incipient erection, which he had managed to keep under control as he undressed his mother, lengthen and harden to full mast at the sight. The bra was a pale pink push-up affair and the matching knickers consisted of a wide waist band but very little else. He felt sure that her buttocks would be naked if he was to roll her on to her tummy. Not that he wanted to as his gaze was captured by the way in which the gusset moulded itself to her mons. He could tell she was shaved and his cock lurched at the thought.
Like a nagging bad angel on his shoulder Emma continued to chide him.
"Get on with it. I haven't got all night. Get her bra off. It's front-fastening by the look of it. No need to fumble like a virgin round the back."
Josh scowled at her.
"I have taken a bra off before now."
Emma's drunken giggle did not improve his mood.
"I didn't know you were a cross dresser. He-He ... I didn't know you were a cross ... oh never mind ... grouch!"
"Ha-bloody-ha. I think I can do this myself. You can go if you want."
"NO! Umm ... I mean 'no' I need to see you finish the job so I can tell Gemma how conscientious you were."
He reached forward and found the clasp and deftly flicked it open and looked back at Emma. She motioned for him to continue and slowly pulled each cup away from the firm flesh beneath. He tried desperately to remain calm and not perv but as more of the perfect globes became visible, he could not help but gaze in wonder.
'FUCK! They are beautiful.'
The nipples, hardened by the cool air of the bedroom, were deep coral red and might have seemed too large for the modest B cups were it not for the fact there was practically no areola surrounding them. His mouth watered at the sight and he released the breath that he had been holding and heard a similar exhalation from behind him as he manoeuvred the strap down one arm and pulled the skimpy item out from under her.
He felt Emma come close behind him as he stood up from the bed.
"She's gorgeous, isn't she? She was lucky she couldn't breast feed you at 15 otherwise her tits would be wrecked like mine. I could easily have turned lezzie when we were younger if she had been interested. But it never happened and she's now happily in love with a bloke, so it won't happen now."
Josh had an irrational pang of jealousy and turned to her with a look of confusion.
"She's in love? She never said she had met someone. Who is he? Someone I know?"
She grinned mischievously at him.
"Yeah, you know him. You have known him all your life ... and his life too"
He was still puzzled.
"Who? I can't think who you mean."
She smiled affectionately at him.
"YOU! You plonker! She's crazy in love with you. She won't admit it to herself but I can see it as clear as day."
Josh looked at her incredulously as his mind tried to grapple with her last statement. His mother, Gemma, was in love with him, Josh, her son. He felt he had to defend the indefensible.
"You're having a laugh. You're drunk and you're winding me up."
She shook her head.
"I may be drunk but this is no wind up and ..."
She reached around him and stroked his erection through his jeans. He flinched but did not pull away.
"... judging by that I would say the feeling is mutual. Now, my work here is done. Give her plenty of water when she wakes up ... I'm sure you know what to do for hangovers ... I'll leave you two together."
She stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear.
"I'm rooting for the pair of you but if you hurt her or let her down. I'll cut your balls off."
Chapter 7
Gemma woke about 5.00am with a raging thirst and a pounding head and was scrabbling on her bedside cabinet for a drink of water when a pair of strong arms held her up and presented the glass to her lips.
"It's got Disprin in it so drink it all down. You'll feel better in the morning."
Uncomprehendingly she did as she was instructed before realisation set in as to why she felt this bad and who the person was who was helping her.
"Josh? What are you doing here? Ohh ... Jesus my head hurts ... "
He laughed hollowly.
"That's why I'm here. Emma thought you needed looking after overnight so I came home. Now go back to sleep, we can talk in the morning. I'm right over there in the chair if you need me. Sleep tight. I love you."
She was still confused and held onto his hand as he gently laid her back down on the bed.
"Josh ... no ... hold me a bit longer. What time is it? You need some sleep too. Get in with me and cuddle me. Please! I'm all over the place ... my brains not working."
Josh smiled to himself. She was such a lightweight when it came to drinking and it was no surprise that she was having trouble thinking. Who was he to argue with her if she wanted a cuddle but, following Emma's bombshell revelation, he did ponder her request for a short while but shrugged and slipped off his jeans and T shirt before sliding under the covers. He expected Gemma to roll into his arms for a cuddle but instead he heard a small snore as she had already succumbed again to the effects of the brandy and champagne. He chuckled to himself but stayed where he was in the bed and gratefully fell asleep.
Gemma woke again a few hours later as the daylight was seeping in through the curtains. Her befuddled mind was startled to find that she was being spooned by a large body and wrapped in two strong arms. She relaxed when she recognised the owner of the body as much by his smell as anything ... his Joshy smell that she had known since his birth and had become even more appealing as he developed into adulthood.
Other things became apparent.
She was naked except for her knickers and, because she could feel the hair on his bare chest against the skin of her back, he was semi-naked too! Despite her hangover this was an instant shot of arousal.
Josh's huge erection was resting between her buttocks (but at least he had his underpants on).
His lower arm was under neck and her hand was clasped by his.
His top arm went over her waist and created a diagonal up to her shoulder such that his forearm nestled between her breasts and her breathing caused a delightful fiction with every inhalation and exhalation.
One thing her brain did tell her ... she was loving every single square centimetre of contact with her son and felt heat in her loins at the thought of what it would be like if undergarments were absent. She snuggled deeper into his embrace pulling his arms tighter around her; luxuriating in the sense of love and protection it gave her.
She started to think back to conversation with Emma ... or at least the bits she could remember before she really started hitting the brandy.
"Ok, it's official. He wants you to have his babies."
"What? He didn't say that. Give that here. Let me see."
Emma passed the phone over and Gemma read the exchange before handing it back dismissively.
"He's just joking. He thinks you are winding him up."
Emma grinned knowingly.
"Au contraire sweetie! If he was joking he would have said the opposite and implied you were to be avoided. Anyway, many a true word spoken in jest so he would have meant the complete opposite."
"So whatever he said you would still interpret as the fact that he wants to have sex with me."
Emma grinned.
"Yep! Just face it, your son has the hots for you which is good because you have the hots for him. So, let mother-son bonking begin."
"What? I don't have the 'hots' for him as you call it. We have a very close relationship but that is as far as it goes. Anyway, how could you condone the thought of me and Josh making love. It's illegal ... isn't it?"
Emma shook her head.
"Legal or illegal it doesn't change the fact that the pair of you are so smitten with each other that you ought at least to be honest about it. If not to me, then to each other."
Gemma pursed her lips in annoyance.
"Why do you keep saying that?"
Emma moved over to where her best friend was sitting and grasped her hands in both of hers. She looked Gemma directly in the eye.
"Gem, sweetie, I have known you since infants school, nearly 30 years, and I like to think I 'know' you. I see the way the pair of you are around each other. It's like there is no one else in the room. You are in your own bubble. It's ... it's beautiful to watch ... and I'm as jealous as hell!"
Gemma saw the genuine emotion in her friend's face and the hint of a tear in her eye.
"But ... but it's wrong. A son shouldn't love his mother that way and vice versa."
"Gemma, it may be illegal but it's not wrong if it's founded on love ... and yours' is founded on so much love. It's not like one of you is taking advantage of the other. It's a mutual thing. You love each other so much that sex is the natural extension of that love ... and babies too."
Gemma looked at her friend like a rabbit in the headlights. Her alcohol-addled brain could give her no comeback to her friend's argument and the realisation that she may just be right was a sobering thought. She didn't want to be sober so took a big swig of brandy ... and then several more.
She could feel Josh's breathing changing and the whisper of his breath on the back of her neck became more pronounced as he gradually woke up. She didn't want him to move just yet so clasped his arms more tightly around herself. She felt him lift his head to look at her but didn't look back at him as she didn't want to see any disapproval in his eyes.
Or, any questions.
Her voice was croaky.
"Don't move, please."
She need not have worried as he bent and gently kissed her shoulder before tightening his own grip around her, accentuating the flesh-to-flesh contact which Gemma adored. She felt like she ought to say something more but her throat was dry. Josh broke the silence.
"How are you feeling? Do you want me to get you some more pain-killers?"
Her voice was croaky.
"In a bit. I just want to stay here like this for a moment. It's a long time since anyone held me and I just want to make the most of it. You don't mind do you?"
He laughed quietly.
"Why would I mind. I don't often get the chance to hold a sexy girl like this."
She smiled.
"Flattery will get you anywhere but you don't have to stay here with your old, hungover mum. I'm sure you have better things to do."
She could hear the chuckle in his voice.
"Is someone a bit delicate and needing a bit of self-esteem bolstered? Firstly, you are not old and just at the moment I'm not sure I should be calling you 'mum' given the circumstances. Is it all right if I call you 'Gemma' or 'babe' or 'hun' until we get up and dressed? It's a bit weird to be holding you like a lover and referring to you as 'mum'."
Her eyes flew open with shock.
Lovers!
Is that why she was so content to be in his arms?
Her voice was hesitant.
"Is that what you think? We're 'lovers'?"
He was silent for a while, composing himself, but his voice was firm and level when he replied.
"No, not yet, but I'd like us to be."
She gasped and turned her head to look at him. His gaze was unblinking and he nodded to reaffirm his words. She couldn't look at him and speak so turned away again.
"But ... I'm your ..."
He interrupted.
"I know, I know ... you're my mum ... older than you ... etcetera ... etcetera. Trust me, darling Gem, I have been through those arguments over and over since Emma first opened my eyes to... 'us'... last night. I keep coming back to the fact that I love you more than anything in the world and probably have done since ... I don't know when. Put it simplistically, I'm a man first and your son second when it comes to my feelings for you. I'm a man who wants to be your lover."
They lay silent for a while and the gentle shaking of her body told him she was crying. He rolled her over and lay back so she was nestled tightly in the crook of his arm and kissed the top of her head.
"Well, that's not quite what I expected when I made my first declaration of love to a beautiful woman."
She giggled through her tears and snorted.
"Insensitive beast! These tears are exactly what you should have expected. You young whipper snappers know nothing."
She snuggled back into him.
"It doesn't worry you that if it all goes wrong then our relationship as mother and son will be completely obliterated? When normal relationships go pear-shaped there is enough angst and vitriol to last a life-time ... if we ... fall apart then ... I don't think I could bear it."
He cupped her chin and brought her face up so their eyes met. He smiled lovingly at her and she melted inside.
"That tells me that you have thought about it too. I've only had since last night to process it and Emma said you wouldn't admit to yourself but it sounds to me that you have. Are you fighting a rear-guard action here with reasons why not to do it?"
She closed her eyes and nodded slowly.
"She was very persuasive as to why we should do it. Helped by the copious quantities of alcohol she forced me to drink (hollow laugh) I might add. As a result, I am forced to admit that I am very much in love with my son. I just don't know if I ... we ... should take the logical next step and become lovers. I love your touch, the feel of your hands on me, the way you look at me, the sound of your voice, the feel of your arms around me, your kindness and consideration, your sense of humour, your laugh ... every bloody damn thing about you! I just need time to think about whether I'm strong enough to take the next step. Are you ok with that? Giving me time, I mean?"
By way of an answer Josh kissed her gently but this time it started to morph into something more as their tongues caressed and their bodies squirmed against each other. Josh broke away before things got out of hand and smiled at her incipient pout. His tone was serious and Gemma was grateful for him taking the lead.
"I'm not sorry I started that but if we had gone on much longer then I probably wouldn't have given you any time to think about it. I think it best if I go back to Southampton and let's not talk or message until I come back for Valentine's in a week. Hopefully that will be enough time for you to think about it and I wouldn't want to put any pressure on you one way or another. Just know that I will love you whatever your decision."
Chapter 8
True to their word there was no communication between them over the next week with exception of Gemma sending a text to suggest that she cook them a nice meal rather than go out on the evening in question. Josh agreed but his spirits slumped as he thought it was an early warning that she was going to say 'no' and didn't want there to be a scene in public. It was with some trepidation that he put his key in the lock and opened the door after his drive up from Uni.
He was surprised that there was no sign of cooking in the kitchen and Gemma was not downstairs although lights were on and music was playing. He called out.
"Mum? You there?"
"Yes, darling, I'm in my bedroom deciding what to wear. Come and help me chose."
He shrugged and made his way up the stairs to the master bedroom where he found Gemma standing in front of the full-length mirror. From the back he could see she was wearing the silky kimono she had worn on the evening of the Erotica party. Reflected in the mirror he could see her smile at him as she held a long, dark blue, cocktail dress up in front of her tall, lithe body.
"Hi, darling. How was the journey? Do you think I would look good in this?"
He was slightly bemused as he couldn't understand why she would be considering such a beautiful dress for an evening in with her no-longer-potential-lover son. He felt deflated but tried not to let it show by being upbeat and business-like.
"Mum, you would look fantastic in that but isn't it overkill for a home-cooked meal with your son?"
Gemma pouted.
"Oh, Joshy., don't be such a grouch! Come here and give me your Mummy a kiss I haven't seen you for a week and I've missed you."
He was surprised by her calling herself 'Mummy' as she normally hated the term but went over and stood close behind her as she continued to hold the dress in front of her. She turned her head and their lips met briefly and perfunctorily and, as they straightened up, he realised she had heels on as she was almost as tall as he was. He looked at her in the mirror with the dress still held up in front of her and he noticed the tell-tale grin she wore when she was about to do something funny or silly. Her eyes were sparkling with mischief as she looked back at him. What was she up to?
"So, do you think I should wear the dress or ... this?"
She dropped the dress on the floor and shrugged the robe from her shoulders causing Josh's heart to almost stop as he looked in the mirror at her beautiful body. It was proudly displayed in an ensemble that would be seared onto his brain for ever more.
A white lacy camisole that accentuated rather than hid the firm breasts beneath as her large, dark nipples proudly tented the fabric.
A matching garter belt supporting the sheerest white stockings he had ever seen and under the garter straps he could see a single strand of beaded material encircling her waist with two similar strands running down either side of her puffy labia. Totally useless as an undergarment but as sexy as hell and he could see moisture glistening in the apex of her thighs.
He just stood and stared, motionless apart from his eyes which attempted to drink in all of the vision of female perfection before him. Well, they weren't the only thing that moved as his ever-lengthening, ever-strengthening cock was not to be denied. His voice, when it worked, was a stuttering croak as he realised the importance of what she was doing.
"Jesus, Mum, you are so fucking beautiful. I ... I ... don't know what to say ... other than ... thank you ... and ... I will try to make you the happiest woman alive."
Gemma's eyes were dancing when she reached an arm back to gently caress the obvious bulge in his jeans and to work the buttons and zip to free the aching monster within.
"You already do, my darling Josh. This next stage is just going to take it to the logical conclusion."
She continued to look at him in the mirror as his hands came up to cup the twin handfuls of her breasts and palm the sensitive nipples that ached for his touch. She moaned at the sensation she had unknowingly craved for years and his own whimper echoed it as her impatient fingers unleashed his rampant shaft from his boxers. His head came down to kiss and nibble on her bare shoulder and she tilted her head to give him access.
They could both see the gathering lust in each other's eyes reflected in the mirror as Gemma leant back against her son's strong body. She turned her head and reached a hand back to his head so their mouths crashed together and tongues mingled voraciously in unbridled lust. Their hands were busy caressing and stroking the sensitive flesh they held and they groaned into each other mouths until Gemma broke away.
"Joshy, I want you to bend me over and fuck me. We've waited too long and have plenty of time for sweet love making. Just fuck me! Please darling!
His lust-filled eyes signalled his agreement and he released his hold on her tits and turned her towards the bed pushing her in the small of her back until her forearms rested on the duvet and her beautiful bare buttocks were exposed to his gaze.
"Fuck, Gemma, I won't last long. This is just too much."
"No matter, darling. Just fuck me baby. I've been waiting for this all your life."
He dropped his trousers and underpants and fisted his aching shaft aligning it with her dripping gash before sliding an inch into the tightest pussy he had ever encountered. They both stopped as the incredible sensations overcame then.
"Go easy, baby, it's been a while since I had anything inside me and never as big as you. I want you so badly but go slow."
Josh pulled back and eased forward, gaining another centimetre and Gemma gasped in pleasure but moaned in frustration at the slow progress. He repeated the process several times and Gemma started to thrust gently back to help capture more of his wonderful shaft in her tight vaginal canal.
Josh was struggling to keep from coming as her cunt moulded itself around every nerve ending in his sensitive cock but eventually their combined efforts were successful and they felt the plane of his hips resting against her succulent buttocks.
"Fuck, that feels so good M.. , Gem darling."
She looked back at him and grinned mischievously as a sheen of sweat covered her beautiful face.
"You can call me Mummy if you like. Just pound me, whatever you call me. I'm not going to last long and I want to feel you come inside me. Don't pull out. I'm not fertile at the moment but we can make babies another day."
He looked at her surprise and wonderment.
"I was part way joking about babies but if you are serious then ... God, I love you so much!"
He started to move slowly and the delicious friction made both of them gasp and whimper.
"Oh, Joshy baby, it feels so good ... you feel so good ... you can go faster now ... just fuck me ... pound me ... ohhh ... yes ... like that ... fuck meee."
They both could hear the liquid sound of his pistoning shaft inside her tight cunt as Josh's movements became a blur and the sound of his hips slapping against her upturned arse cheeks resonated round the bedroom. He bent forward and ran his hand along the curve of her stomach to her glistening sex and she whimpered as he caressed the sensitive nub of her extended clit. She began to chant in time with his hammering thrusts as her breath came in gasps.
"Yes ... yes ... Joshy ... fuck me ... fuck me ... I need you so bad baby ... fuck me ... I'm close ... come with me ... fuck me."
She reached her own hand back to capture his heavy, sperm laden balls and felt them contract into his body as they prepared to deliver his seed into her welcoming cunt. He started to whimper the closer he got to release and then roared out his triumph.
"Fuckkkk ... Mummm .... coming ... coming ... "
Gemma could feel every spurt of his semen as his hard cock flexed and jerked inside as it battered against her cervix. This was enough to bring her own climax and she was like a rag doll on his rigid cock as she lost control over her motions and her body flopped against his battering thrusts.
*******
4 houses down on the other side of the street Emma stood at the window of her identical bedroom and looked over at the light shining in Gemma's room. She could not have heard the cries and screams of love and lust but, having seen Josh's car arrive, she had worked out roughly how long it would take for the scenario that she and Gemma had planned to play out. She reckoned that round one was now over and the lovers were laying in each other's arms as the sweat of the love-making dried on their bodies. She smiled sadly to herself and turned to look over at her son James who was stroking his cock and leering at her.
"Come on Mummy-slut. You said you wanted your tight little arse reaming for Valentine's day. I'm lubed and ready to go so get that beautiful body of yours over so we can fuck."
She felt slightly deflated at his coarse words but knew that some good anal always made her come ... and James gave very good anal. However, she couldn't help but contrast her solely physical relationship with her son to the bubble of unconditional love surrounding Gemma and Josh.
She shrugged resignedly and could not hide the sarcasm in her voice.
"You are so romantic James!"
*
Up the street the forceful motions of the two lovers came to a halt and Josh pulled them over onto their sides with his still-hard cock embedded deeply into her tightly clasping vagina. Their breathing gradually slowed from the lung bursting pants and they relaxed against each other with Josh's hands caressing Gemma's firm breasts. She turned her head towards him and their mouths met in a soft kiss that expressed all of the love for each other as their gazes stayed locked on each other.
Gemma flexed her hips and grimaced but then giggled.
"I'm not going to be able to walk straight but we have all week-end together and I'm not planning on walking too far until Monday ... but next time I want to be able to see your face when you come."
He smiled and kissed her gently again.
"I would like that and I'll be gentler next time although you did ask me to pound you, so it's really your fault."
She mocked punched him on the shoulder.
"Your mother is always right and I say it was you ... what are you doing ... no ... don't tickle me ... beast ... ohhhh that hard cock feels so good... now look what you've done ... you've got Mummy all horny again!"