"What do you think Noah?"
"It's perfect, but can you afford it?"
Mother's smile had now disappeared, and she was looking serious.
"I think so. I am going to have to be careful with my money though."
When we got home we talked about it again. An hour later Mother put in an offer for the house, and two days later it was accepted. We then spent the next two months waiting to move in. Eventually the big day came.
We were in the new house just after ten in the morning, but it was nearly eight in the evening before everything had been delivered, and the essentials were unpacked.
"Let's call it a day. We can tackle the rest tomorrow."
I just nodded. There was still quite a bit to unpack, but nothing that couldn't wait.
The following weekend it felt like home. When I went downstairs for breakfast, Mother was already in the kitchen.
"Coffee is made, help yourself."
"Thanks."
"Don't forget your promise."
With irritation in my voice, I said, "Yes Mother. I will keep my room tidy."
"No, not that."
I stopped pouring the coffee. What was she on about?
Then, after putting her hands on her hips, and giving me a stern look, she said, "Teaching me to swim."
I groaned, and she laughed. The house has an impressive indoor swimming pool. When we had discussed buying the house, Mother had said yes, but only if I gave her swimming lessons.
She had said, "It's a waste buying a house with a swimming pool in it if I can't swim."
I had readily agreed, but then quickly forgotten what I had promised. Mother was now reminding me.
"I think we should start this afternoon."
I had other plans, but nothing that couldn't be cancelled.
"OK."
While she made breakfast, I sipped my coffee, and I thought about her. The last year had been a rough one, starting with my Father leaving her for his eighteen year old secretary, then three months later she had health issues, but thankfully she was now over them. Moving to this house felt like a new start. If all she wanted from me was to learn how to swim, then I would teach her.
After lunch I went to my room to study. An hour later I heard Mother shouting me.
"Noah!"
I didn't need three guesses, I knew what she wanted. I marked my place in the book, then I went downstairs.
"I'm ready."
She was, but I wasn't sure what for. I knew it was supposed to be a swimming costume, but I didn't realise they made them that small. My Mother is a very curvy woman, with large breasts and rounded hips, and a bottom that is best described as 'full'. This was a two piece. The top was stretched tight, and the material wasn't covering much. Another inch lower and her nipples would be exposed. The bottom wasn't any better, only just hiding her private parts. It was also tight, revealing a large 'camel toe'.
I felt my face redden, and my cock thicken.
Shrugging her shoulders, she said, "It's the only thing I could find. I used to use it for sunbathing," then wistfully, she said, "It was your Father's favourite."
I could certainly see why he had liked it, but it was going to be uncomfortable for me seeing her in it.
As she waited at the edge of the pool, I quickly got changed into my more modest swimming shorts.
I am, if I say so myself, a good swimmer. I am a member of the college team, and I have even won local races. However, I have never taught anybody before how to swim. I was going to have to wing it.
"Shall we start?"
She nodded a couple of times, obviously keen.
"Lower yourself into the water, then face the wall and hold onto the side."
As she went in, her head disappeared under the water, then it bobbed up.
"Are you OK?"
She spat out water, before saying, "I am now. I have to stand on my tip-toes though."
I got in and stood next to her.
"Hold onto the side and try to float. I will hold you up while you kick your legs out."
I was now holding her stomach, and she was moving her legs as best she could. However, she was bending at the middle and her legs were going under the water. I straightened her up by putting one hand high up her body, just under her breasts, and the other under her hips. That worked, but it raised her bottom up. I was now staring at her two round cheeks as they bobbed up and down.
"How am I doing?"
I was now finding it difficult to concentrate, and my cock was semi-erect.
With a dry mouth, I said, "OK, this will strengthen your legs."
She then pushed her arms out. It moved her body further away from the wall, and my hand was now against one of her large tits. She didn't appear to notice, but I did. My cock was now straining against my shorts.
"Let me see if I can keep myself up with just my legs. Move your hand from under my hips."
When I did, she sank down. I quickly pushed her up, and she then kicked vigorously. It was working, but only because I was lifting her up with both hands. They were under her tits, but as she splashed about my hands were moving up. Some of the movement was because of what she was doing, but more was because I desperately wanted to touch them.
I now had both of them in my palms, and I was waiting for her reaction. I was ready to apologise for the 'accidental' touching, but she didn't say anything. Instead she stayed silent as I rubbed against her nipples, feeling them swell. I wanted to pinch them, but if I did, and she complained, it would be difficult to explain my actions. Anything I did had to look as if it was because I was trying to hold her up. So instead I moved a hand between her legs, then I pushed up, feeling her plump mound. However, she suddenly stopped kicking, and I quickly moved my hand away.
"That's enough for today."
I was annoyed with myself, I had spoiled it by being too eager.
I let her get out first, I needed time to let my erection subside. Ten minutes later I was in my bedroom. As I replayed in my mind the touching of her tits, I stroked my cock. I managed to last for almost fifteen minutes thinking about her big tits and big nipples, but when I thought about that brief touch of her cunt, I climaxed.
The next day I felt guilty, and I swore that from now on I would be on my best behaviour. I might only be nineteen but I did know the difference between right and wrong. My Mother had obviously not noticed what had happened, she had been too busy concentrating on the lesson I was giving. By the end of the day I had put it out of my mind.
It was a further two days before swimming was mentioned again.
"I have been doing some reading."
I finished my mouthful of food, then I said, "What about?"
"The best ways of teaching somebody how to swim."
I waited for her to tell me more.
"You can practice positions and strokes, while lying down out of the water."
I thought about it. Yes it did seem like a good idea.
"OK, we can do that tonight after I get back from college."
I was fifteen minutes late to my first lecture. I tried to sneak in without being seen, but Dr. Hanson wasn't in a mood to let that happen. He cut me to ribbons with his sarcasm. I tried to take it on the chin, but it's no fun when everybody is laughing at you. By the time of the second lecture I had just about recovered, then I found out that I had done the wrong assignment. When I tried to hand it in the lecturer was very sympathetic, but she said she couldn't accept it, and that I would have to do the correct one tonight.
When I got home I wasn't in the best of moods, and it must have been written all over my face.
"A bad day?"
"Yes," then I told her about it.
"After you have eaten go straight to your room and do your work."
I opened my mouth, to mention the lesson I was supposed to give her, but she put a finger up to stop me because she knew what I was going to say. I smiled, that was good, one less thing to worry about.
Fortified by a good meal, I got to work on the assignment. This time I made sure it was the right one. To my surprise, two hours later it was done. I then spent the next half an hour checking it. When I went downstairs, to get a glass of milk, Mother was still up.
"Have you finished?"
She looked concerned. When I nodded, she smiled. I then had a sudden thought.
"Would you like a lesson now?"
"Yes, but don't feel you have to."
I gave her a stern look, and then, in my most serious voice, I said, "A promise is a promise."
That made her giggle and her face lit up. For a brief moment she was the Mother I had known before my Father had cruelly left her.
When she lay face down on the floor I knew it wasn't going to work. It was going to be difficult for her to move her hands and feet.
"Take your dressing gown off, then you will be able to move better."
She got back up, then she quickly did what I had asked. I was now shocked, unable to speak. She had discarded it without any fuss, and without any concern for what was under it. She was now standing in front of me wearing a short nightie, and it was almost transparent. I could see the outline of her small panties, but that was all she had on underneath. Her large breasts were straining against the thin material, and her big nipples were clearly visible.
She didn't appear to notice my discomfort. Looking towards the sofa, she said, "It will be better if we do it on that."
I didn't see why that would be any better than the floor. I was going to say that, but when she started moving the footstool I understood what she meant. It was this she was going to lie on, and not the sofa.
She was now on it, her hands and feet drooping down. I had to smile, she looked silly.
"It's a long time since I have been bent over this," then she briefly giggled, before adding, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
I played the gentleman.
"Mother I have no idea what you are talking about."
I could tell she wanted to giggle again, but she held it in. Of course I knew what she meant, Father must have bent her over it. I closed my eyes and imagined what he would have done. His hands would have parted her cheeks as he positioned his cock at her juicy opening, then he would have slowly pushed deep into her, only stopping when he was fully in her.
"Noah!"
That startled me.
"Sorry Mother, I was just thinking about something."
"I bet it's some young girl at college," then she laughed.
I didn't reply, I just put my game face on. It was time to concentrate. The sooner this lesson finished the sooner I could go to bed and get my hands on my cock.
Looking at her, I said, "Keep your head up, then do the breaststroke with your arms and legs."
"Like this?"
Mother was giving the perfect demonstration of how not to do it. If she did that in the water she would sink like a stone.
"No," then I put one hand under her stomach, and one under her hips, to lift them up.
This time her movement was better.
"That's it, you have to get into a rhythm. Now do it for a few minutes."
I was pleased with myself, it was going well, then I made the mistake of looking at her bottom. I watched in awe as she opened and closed her legs. As she did so, the nightie moved up, revealing her skimpy knickers.
"I think I can keep my legs up on my own now, but my top needs some help."
I grunted, "OK," then I reluctantly took my hand away from her hips.
I now had both hands on her stomach, just inches away from her tits.
"If it's better for you, then move your hands higher," then she gave a girly giggle, before adding, "It is the breaststroke."
I wasn't sure if it was her idea of a joke, but it sounded like permission to touch her tits. Trying not to appear too eager, I slowly moved my hands higher. Recently I had made a solemn pledge to behave myself, but now I was wondering why I had been such an idiot. This was too good an opportunity to miss.
Both my hands were now under her impressive tits. Yes I was supporting some of her weight, but I was also fondling her, even playing with her nipples with my fingers. When she stopped making swimming motions with her hands and legs, just lying there as I played with her, I knew we had crossed a line. She let me enjoy them for a few minutes before she spoke.
"I think you need to concentrate on my legs now."
She then opened them wide.
"Put your hand underneath to support me."
I thought I was only going to get to enjoy her tits, but this sounded as if she was offering me more. There was only one way to find out. As I put my hand on her mound, and pushed against it, she gave a low moan.
I was desperate to get inside her knickers, to push my fingers into her, but somehow I managed to restrain myself. Despite being almost overwhelmed with excitement, I knew that taking things slowly was the best option.
I was now gently rubbing her with my fingers, enjoying the lumps and curves of her most intimate area. The only thing stopping me from entering her was the thin material of her knickers.
It didn't take me long to find her clit, and when I did she gasped. I then concentrated on it. I was going to do my best to give her a climax, and I knew that if I did, she would come back for more.
As I rubbed harder, she made more noise. My cock was now throbbing, and I was tempted to unzip myself, but that would mean stopping what I was doing to her. I was worried about breaking the spell. If she got time to think about what was happening, then surely she would come to her senses and end it. I would pleasure myself later on, as I replayed this in my mind.
I have given a few women climaxes before with just my fingers. It can take a while, especially the first time. You have to find their sweet spot, and how best to touch it. Some like it slow and gentle, others fast and rough. However, it didn't seem to matter what I did to Mother's clit, she was enjoying all of it.
I could tell she was now close to reaching it, and I was pleased with myself because I had only been working on her for five minutes. However, after another two she still hadn't climaxed, and I was starting to worry that I wasn't up to the job. She might need something else to take her over the edge, so with my free hand I reached for her swollen nipple.
"Yes that's it," then she gasped, before adding, "It's been so long since I ..."
Then she went rigid as she orgasmed. I kept my hands on her until her climax had ended, and her body relaxed. For the next few seconds she made some whimpering sounds, then she was silent.
I held my breath, waiting for her to speak, but what was she going to say? I had no idea. What does a Mother say after her Son has made her come with his fingers? I was about to find out.
Turning her head to look at me, she smiled, then said, "Noah, please help me up. That swimming lesson was very good, but I am now exhausted."
When I got to my room I was in a daze. Had that really happened? It had, and it was going to happen again. I knew that, because as Mother was leaving the room, she stopped and said, "If you have time tomorrow, please can we do that again?"
I had nodded enthusiastically, which made her laugh.
In my bedroom I managed to last ten minutes before I climaxed. It was one of my best. When I woke the next day I had a smile on my face. I even sang while I was showering. As I went downstairs I took two steps at a time, it felt good to be alive.
"Somebody is in a good mood today."
I pointed at myself, then I said, "Yes me."
That made her laugh.
I watched her as she made breakfast. I wasn't the only one that was in a good mood. There was a spring in her step, and a light in her eyes, that I hadn't seen since Father had left.
I did my best at college, but to say I found it difficult to concentrate was an understatement. All I could think about was getting back home and giving Mother another 'lesson'. When it was time for home I almost cheered. I then drove back in record time, I was lucky not to get a speeding ticket.
"Hello Noah."
I managed a smile, but it was hard work.
"Hi Aunty."
"I'm only staying for one night. I have some business to do in the area so I thought I would come and visit."
"Well I am glad you did."
I could hear the joy in my Mother's voice, so I tried to keep the irritation out of mine, as I said, "Thanks for coming."
As soon as I could I went to my room. Aunty Mary was OK, but her timing sucked. What I had planned for this evening would have to be put on hold. I could feel my frustration rising, I was even tempted to squeeze one out now. However, if I tried I just knew I would get caught.
Ten minutes later my bedroom door was opened.
"This is Noah's room."
It was just as well I had kept my cock in my trousers.
Our evening meal was nothing special, but Aunty kept praising it. She was trying to be kind, but I could tell it was only embarrassing my Mother.
"I just wish you had let me know you were coming."
"Sorry, it was spur of the moment. It was only when I was leaving that I realised your new house was near to where I have to go to."
By the end of the meal all my hostility towards my Aunty had gone. She hadn't done anything wrong, and Mother was obviously enjoying her company. She wasn't staying long, then we would be back to normal, that is if you can say a Son giving his Mother a climax, is normal.
The next day when I got back from college they were both in the pool.
"Are you going to join us?"
Aunty then added, "I want to watch what you do with your Mother."
For a split second I was horrified, but then I realised she just meant giving her swimming lessons.
Five minutes later I was in the pool. Aunty was swimming, but Mother was just holding onto the side. When Aunty swam back to join us I gave her a brief demonstration. I made sure to hold Mother in all the correct places, and there wasn't a hint of anything inappropriate. I was worried that Aunty would be scornful, but she seemed to be genuinely impressed. She than got back to doing her lengths.
"Do you think that one day I will be as good as that?"
Without any hesitation, I said, "Yes."
That pleased her, and I got a quick peck on the cheek. In response I put my arm around her waist. It felt good holding her. So good that I dared to go further. I was now slowly moving my hand down, wondering how far I would get before she stopped me. She might even get angry with me, but she didn't, and she didn't stop me.
As I pushed my fingers against her opening I looked at her face, it was impassive. Whatever excitement she was feeling, she wasn't letting it show. I tried to do the same, but I wasn't sure I was succeeding.
"Just a few more minutes then I'm done."
I just waved at her as she swam passed. I knew I should take my hand away and wait, but I had now lost all self-control. It was reckless to continue. My head said no, but my throbbing cock said yes, and it had the casting vote. I was now even trying to push my fingers inside her costume. That was when she brushed my hand away. It was just as well, because Aunty was now swimming towards us.
"That's enough for me."
I looked at Mother, and she nodded. We all got out together.
By the time Aunty left I was almost sorry to see her go. Mother had enjoyed having her stay, and she had even cried as she waved her off. But as nice as it had been with her around, I was now looking forward to spending time alone with Mother.
Aunty had only been gone fifteen minutes when I was wondering if I should mention swimming to Mother. I was eager, but would she be? It wasn't long before I got my answer.
"Noah, come here please."
She was shouting to me from her bedroom. When I got there she was holding up the top of her swimming costume.
"I have broken the strap, do you think it can be mended?"
I examined it, then with relief, I said, "I think so."
She shook her head, then firmly said, "No."
So no swimming today. Then I had an idea."We can still practice on the footstool."
"No, I want to go in the water. There is only one thing I can do."
I nodded. She would have to go shopping tomorrow for a new costume.
"Swim without it."
She must have seen the surprise on my face, because she laughed.
"It's no big deal, we are both adults. You are just teaching me to swim."
She was playing it down. When she is your Mother and she has big tits, with big nipples, it is a big deal. And we both knew it was going to be much more than a swimming lesson. However, if she wanted to keep up the pretence I was happy to go along with it. I was prepared to do or say anything that would help me get my hands on her body.
I was first in the pool, and when she joined me she didn't immediately get in, instead she sat on the side dangling her legs into the water. I was mesmerised by her breasts.
"I'm glad you like them," then she giggled, before adding, "But you have always liked them."
I just smiled, when I was growing up they were hard to miss, and it took me a while to get used to them. I wondered how many times she had caught me staring at them, but she had never said anything.
Father leaving had devastated her, and she still hadn't got all her confidence back yet. There have been no men since then, but that wouldn't go on for much longer. At forty one she was still a relatively young woman, and when she realised how gorgeous she actually was, she would have her pick of any man she wanted, but for now I was getting the benefit of her frustration.
She was now in the water next to me. For the next thirty minutes it was a proper lesson. I had held her firmly, and she had tried her best to get some coordination with her hands and feet. I even let her try to swim on her own, and she had done a decent job, managing half the length of the pool before I had to help her back to the side.
"How did I do?"
"What can I say? It won't be long before you're swimming the English Channel."
She shook her head at my nonsense, but I could tell she was pleased.
"Let me catch my breath before I have another go."
While she rested she held onto the side, letting her body float. I put my hand under her for support, initially under her stomach, but I quickly moved it to her naked tits. She shuddered when I found her nipple. My other hand quickly joined in, so that both nipples could be serviced. For almost ten glorious minutes I worked them hard with my fingers, rubbing and pulling them, and even rolling them between a finger and thumb.
"I need to stand, my arms are starting to ache."
Reluctantly I took my hands off her, and she put her legs down. She was now standing next to me, almost face on. I wanted more, but did she?
"I need to get out so that I can cook."
So it was a no, unless I could get her to change her mind. I quickly put my hand under the water and placed it between her legs. It wasn't a subtle move, but it made clear what my intention was. For a few seconds she just looked at me, then she smiled.
"I guess five more minutes won't make a difference."
"Or ten."
That made her chuckle, and before she had even finished I was already exploring her with my fingers. However, this time I was determined to get inside her, one way or another. There wasn't much material stopping me, but it was tight on her, and I was struggling to get inside. I shook my head in frustration, and that was when Mother acted. Without saying anything, she reached down with both hands, then she wriggled about, before bobbing under the water for a few seconds. When she surfaced there was a look of triumph on her face, and the costume was in her hand.
"I hope you don't mind. They were cutting into me, so I took them off."
"No, we are adults, and I am just teaching you to swim."
Both of us then struggled to keep a straight face, but somehow we managed. This time when I touched her there was nothing in my way, and when I did, she closed her eyes.
I was now savouring the feel of her naked cunt. Her lips were exposed, not squashed inside her swimsuit, and I took my time exploring them. When I toyed with her opening, with the tips of two fingers, she gasped, then she moved her body towards them. For a couple of minutes I did nothing but tease her. Her eyes were still closed, but I could see the frustration on her face, it was time to finger her.
As I slowly pushed them in she sighed. It was a long one, that lasted until I was in her up to the knuckles. She was nice and wet, and it wasn't just because she was in the pool. Then I fucked her with them, gently at first, then more firmly as she started to moan.
With my other hand I was now searching for her clit. When I rubbed it with two fingers she almost climaxed. I was now desperate to finish her off, so that I could go to my room and masturbate. I couldn't wait, it was going to be a good one. My hands would still be sticky with her juices, and I would be able to smell her on my fingers as I climaxed.
Then she touched my cock, and it wasn't by accident. As I played with her she was trying to grab my cock through my shorts. She was finding it difficult, so instead she put her hand down the front of them.
My Mother now had her hand on my cock, and I had my fingers deep up her cunt, could life get any better? I didn't think so, but then it did when she started to stroke me.
For the next few minutes we kept pace with each other. When I moved my fingers quicker, she did the same with her hand. I could now feel my balls tightening, it wouldn't be long before I reached it.
"Rub harder."
She had said it quickly, and in almost a whisper. I had only just manged to hear it above all the splashing of the water. I was now working her clit so hard, and so fast, that she must come soon. A minute later she did. That was good for her, but not for me, because as her orgasm surged through her body, her hand stopped moving. When her climax had finished I removed my fingers.
When she eventually opened her eyes, she gave me a weak smile, then she said, "I guess that was longer than ten minutes."
"It was, but it still wasn't long enough."
For a couple of seconds she looked confused, then she understood. When her hand started moving again I closed my eyes. As she stroked my cock I thought about her juicy cunt that I had just played with, that got me excited again, and two minutes later I reached it. When my balls were completely drained I opened my eyes. Mother looked pleased with herself, and so she should be. It had been a good one, definitely in my top ten of all time.
My reward for pleasuring her was a superb meal, and in return I thanked her for what she had done to me, by cleaning up the kitchen. We then spent the rest of the evening watching television together, like an old married couple.
The last few days had been full of surprises, and on Saturday I got another one.
"I'm going shopping, would you like to come with me?"
I looked at her wide-eyed. Even when I was willing I was never allowed to accompany her.
If I ever asked, she would always so, "No. You will slow me down."
In the car I discovered why she wanted me with her. She was buying herself some new clothes and I was coming to help her pick them.
It was the third or fourth shop that we visited before she found something suitable.
"I love this, what do you think?"
"Try it on."
She just smiled at me, then she went on to pick some more clothes. Fifteen minutes later she had seen everything of interest.
"That's enough for now."
It was just as well, I was struggling to carry all the things she had selected. However, there was something missing from her selection.
"What about a new swimming costume?"
"Not here. I know somewhere where they have a better selection."
It took her nearly half an hour to try everything on. Each new item of clothing was paraded in front of me, and I had to say yes or no. She ended up buying some really nice skirts and blouses, and some underwear. I didn't see her wearing the bras and knickers , she just held them up over her clothing, and each time she did she giggled. The assistant at the changing rooms had given us strange looks, but we had just ignored her.
When we left the shop she was smiling, obviously pleased with what she had bought.
"You spent a lot, can you afford it?"
I got a quick, "No," from her, then she laughed before adding, "But I am not taking them back."
She had indulged herself, but it was the right thing to do. Anything that boosted her confidence had to be a good thing.
We were now in the next shop, the one with the large selection of swimwear. While Mother was trying to decide what to buy, I looked in the men's section. They had everything, from long baggy shorts to budgie smugglers. I picked out a pair of the small briefs, then I shook my head. It was way too revealing for me.
By the time I had got back to her she had already picked out three costumes. We then headed towards the changing rooms.
"Can I try these on please?"
"Yes, but you need to keep your underwear on."
The assistant was a young man, not much older than me, and he had been embarrassed at having to tell her that. Mother gave him a nice smile, that put him at ease.
The first one was a one piece. It fitted her perfectly, showing off all her curves.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, you have to buy it."
I looked at the assistant, his eyes were fixed on Mother.
"What do you think?"
He looked startled, as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't have, then he composed himself.
"It does look good on her."
The next one got a no straight away, and even though the assistant hadn't said anything, I could tell he agreed with me.
Then we saw the third one. It was the most expensive out of the ones she had chosen, but it had the least material. In fact it had hardly any at all. The top covered her nipples, and some of her breasts, but there was a lot that was still visible. The bottom part was no better, it was almost indecent. And, unless I was mistaken, she had ignored the assistant's instruction to keep her underwear on.
"Do you like it?"
This time she had directed the question to the assistant, saying it in a seductive voice. He just nodded his head furiously, and that made her giggle. She then bought the two that we all liked, explaining that the one piece was for when she was out in public, and the other was strictly for home use.
On the drive back she was in a good mood.
"It's been a nice day. What would make it perfect is for you to give me a lesson when we get back."
That gave me a sudden surge of excitement, but I played it cool.
As casually as I could manage, I said, "I might do."
Ignoring me, she said, "And if you ask me nicely I might wear my new costume."
I gave her a quick, "Please," hoping it sounded convincing enough.
When she laughed I knew it was OK. I then spent the next few minutes imagining her wearing it, then I started imagining her taking it off. I couldn't wait to get home.
Five minutes after the car was parked, I was in my swimming shorts sitting near the pool. I kept looking down at the water and shaking my head. A few minutes later Mother joined me.
"What's a matter, you look as if somebody has died?"
Pointing at the water, I muttered, "It's worse than that."
The water was green, and not a nice shade of green.
"Why is it that colour?"
I just shrugged my shoulders.
"I am going to have to get somebody to come out and look at it."
"Yes. And we can't swim in it until it's sorted out."
She then left me so that she could make some calls. Ten minutes later she was back.
"Apparently it's quite a common problem, something to do with the filter," then she added, "But he can't come out until Monday."
So there would be no lesson today. I was gutted. But why should that stop us getting intimate? I was quite happy to just get into bed with her, and to do away with all that nonsense about me teaching her to swim. However, deep down I knew that would spoil things. Mother was hiding behind the pretence, and if that was discarded then what we were doing would stop. Then I had an idea.
"We can't use the pool," then, with a smile on my face, I continued with, "But we can practice in the living room, like we did last time."
From the look on her face, I could tell that she liked my suggestion. When we got into the living room she quickly spread herself across the footstool, but I had a better idea.
"No, lie on the floor. On your back with your arms and legs outstretched."
She looked puzzled, but she did what I had asked.
"Is this what you mean?"
"Yes," then I explained, "It's a way of teaching you how to float in the water. Close your eyes and relax."
As soon as her eyes were closed I put a hand to my mouth, it was the only way I could stop myself from laughing. It was all bullshit, and she had swallowed every word of it. I only wanted her on her back so that it would be easier for me to touch her body, and I wanted her eyes closed so that she could pretend that nothing was happening.
When I put both my hands on her breasts she sighed, then a smile briefly flickered across her face. I had tricked her, but she was definitely a willing partner. It felt good massaging them, feeling her big nipples under my palms, but I wanted them in my mouth, so I pushed her top up. It stretched, then it gave way, exposing her ripe nipples.
The first suck was tentative, but the second was a full mouthful. It made her gasp. I then sucked long and hard. It would be a long time before I ever got tired of her magnificent breasts. After a couple of minutes I stopped, but only so that I could service her other nipple. That one then got the same treatment.
As I kept switching from one to the other, I lost track of time. When she pushed against my head, to get me to stop, I had no idea how long I had been sucking on her, but it must have been enough for her.
I was now kneeling over her, looking at her tits. Had I ever seen a better pair? Yes, but only Jennifer's. She had been in my class at school. I had tried to date her a few times, but she had always said no. I now realised that she was out of my league, and that I had been wildly optimistic in asking her out. However, Mother's were definitely the best I had ever got to touch.
When I felt her hand against my leg, it brought me out of my daydream. I looked down at my cock, doing its best to push its way out of my shorts. Then I smiled. It was my turn.
Last time she had given me a nice hand job, but this time I was raising the stakes, it was time for her to give me a blow job. I quickly took my shorts off, and my cock sprang out ready for action. Then, without any pre-warning, I pushed the head against her lips. There was a look of shock on her face, and her eyes briefly opened, but as soon as they were closed again she was taking my cock into her mouth.
Some say cock sucking is a dying art. Try telling that to my Mother. I don't have a monster cock, just six inches, but even so she was still taking all of it in without gagging. I was impressed. She was also taking her time, as if she was savouring it.
After five minutes I could feel the sap rising, then she eased off. She must have sensed I was close. She then continued, but slower. As I got nearer, she got even slower. By the time I was ready to come, her head was still, and my cock was deep down her throat. When I eventually climaxed it might have been my best one ever.
She didn't move her head until I had finished. When my cock came out it was already limp. I was tempted to end the 'lesson', now that I had been satisfied, but I knew that was a bad idea. Leaving her high and dry was not going to get me into her good books. She would be expecting a climax, and I was going to give her one, but this time with my tongue.
When I put my hands on her swimsuit bottom, she helped me to get it off by closing her legs. I quickly had them down to her ankles. As soon as I had freed one leg, she opened wide for me. I then went down on her.
I thought it was going to be a chore, giving her a climax because she had given me one. However, as soon as her cunt was pushing against my face, my cock started to spring back into life. I was now giving her slit big long licks, and she was moaning her appreciation. I kept doing that for a couple of minutes, then I went for her lips, sucking them into my mouth. I was enjoying doing it, but she was enjoying it even more.
She had taken her time with me, so I was going to do the same with her. That was the plan, but it was proving difficult to achieve. I hadn't been anywhere near her clit, but she was now already making noises that strongly suggested that she was going to reach it soon. I eased off, but it didn't seem to make a difference. Should I stop? No, that wasn't a good idea. There was only one thing to do, finish her off.
When my tongue found her clit, you would have thought she had been electrocuted. Her back had arched, and she had muttered something that sounded like, "Fuck." I then licked it furiously, and she moaned continuously. But that didn't make her climax, what did was when I thrust two fingers deep into her.
It was at least two minutes before she was back to life. By then I was kneeling next to her, with my shorts back on. When she opened her eyes I got a nice smile, then she got up. I watched in silence as she draped herself, face down, over the footstool.
"Let's continue with the lesson."
For the next thirty minutes that is what we did. Anybody watching would have been impressed. A Son was teaching his Mother how to swim, and she was an attentive pupil, doing everything that was asked. However, a couple of things might have concerned them. Why was her top positioned high on her tits, revealing her nipples? And, more alarming, why was her bottom naked?
On Monday Gary came to fix the pool. He was middle-aged, and a bit overweight. Despite a lot of muttering under his breath while he was working, it didn't take him long, and he wasn't expensive. Mother was pleased, and I was as well. Apparently it was something wrong with the filter. He explained it to us, but we didn't really understand, and we didn't really care. All that mattered to us was that it was now fixed, but we would have to wait a couple of days for the water to become clear again.
The next day, when I got back from college, Mother greeted me with, "I am going swimming, would you like to come and watch?"
Gary had said two days, but was the pool ready now? And why did she want me to watch instead of coming in with her?
"I have booked in for lessons down at the sports centre."
That made sense now, but my pride was hurt. I thought I was doing a good job teaching her myself.
"Don't worry, this is just something extra," then she gave me a reassuring smile, before adding, "You can still continue giving me lessons."
This time she wore the one piece outfit. The instructor had a class of six, three men and three women. The lesson lasted an hour, and I spent a lot of time watching 'Bruce'. I was trying to pick up some new tips. I noticed a couple of exercises that we could do at home, but I also noticed that he spent a lot of time with Mother. And there was some laughing. I wasn't sure, but she might even have been flirting with him.
On the way home I teased her about him.
"So when are you and Bruce getting married?"
That made her giggle.
"And next time why don't you wear the other costume?"
"I'd like to, but I think I'll be banned if I do."
Then she laughed, and I joined in. It had been a good day, and it would be better tomorrow when we could use our own pool again.
The first thing I did the next day when I got up was check the water. It was crystal clear, perfect for swimming. I left for college with a smile on my face, and it kept returning every time I thought about being in the pool in the evening with Mother. She was getting better at swimming, and what we were doing together was getting more passionate. I had a feeling that today we would become lovers in the fullest sense.What do they say?
'The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry'.
And that's what happened. When I got home Aunty was back again. I greeted her as best I could, hoping that she couldn't hear the disappointment in my voice. When I managed to get Mother alone she shrugged her shoulders.
"She surprised me as well. She has unfinished business from last time."
There was nothing more to be said, we just had to get on with it. An hour later, after a good meal, I was in a better mood, we were even laughing together. Aunty had said that she was here for just the one night, so it was an inconvenience rather than a disaster.
Later on we all got into the pool. Mother spent most of the time holding onto the side and splashing about, but Aunty and I swam lengths together, almost racing each other. When we had finished we were both out of breath, but we soon recovered.
The day ended with us drinking together, and by the time we were ready for bed I was tipsy, but the other two were worse. It had been an up and down day, but it had ended on a high.
When I woke the next day, my mouth was dry, but I didn't have a headache. When I went downstairs for a drink, I was surprised to see that both of them were already up. They were drinking coffee, but there was no sign that they had eaten.
I greeted them with, "Morning, anybody want breakfast?"
They looked at each other, then they both shook their heads.
"Perhaps later on, I am feeling a bit rough."
"I am as well," said Aunty, then she laughed.
I looked at her, wondering what was so funny.
"You remember that first time you got drunk?"
Mother smiled, "How could I ever forget."
Aunty then told the story. It ended with Mother being sick all over the brand new living room carpet, and her parents being furious. It was funny now, but I bet it wasn't at the time. And why had I never heard it before?
College finished early because the last lecture had been cancelled, but I didn't bother rushing home, instead I stayed on to do some studying. Today I was managing my expectations. I was assuming that when I got back home nothing was going to happen. If it did then it would be a bonus.
"You're late."
She was smiling, so she wasn't angry, but I still said, "Sorry."
Looking at me she said, "Before or after?"
"What?"
She shook her head, as if I was being stupid, then she said, "You choose."
I had no idea what she was on about, and I was getting irritated.
"Swimming now, or later after we have eaten?"
"Now," was my quick response, and my eagerness made her laugh.
I got ready in record time, but Mother had been quicker, she was already at the pool when I got there. She was sitting on the side, dangling her legs in the water. I sat next to her.
"I like your new costume."
She giggled, then said, "Do you think Bruce will like it?"
That made us both laugh. She wasn't wearing anything, and that was why she had beaten me to the pool. I then decided that if she was naked, then I should be as well.
For some reason it didn't seem strange sitting together without any clothes on. And it wasn't sexual. My cock was limp, and it wasn't showing any signs of expanding. This might be all we were going to do. We even had a contest to see who could do the biggest splash with their feet. I won. Then we sat in silence for at least five minutes, before Mother spoke.
"It's time to start."
I thought she was going to slide into the water, but instead she got up. She then moved away from the pool, before going down onto her knees. When she put her arms forward, flat on the floor, I knew what she was ready for, and it wasn't a swimming lesson.
My mouth was suddenly dry again, and this time it wasn't because of alcohol. Thirty seconds ago my cock had been sleeping, it was now wide awake, and it was vertical.
When she wiggled her bottom, I shuddered with excitement, but I was also apprehensive. There would be no going back after this. What if years later I needed therapy?
"Tell me Noah, why did you think it was acceptable to have sex with your Mother?"
But what if I didn't?
"So Noah, you are telling me you had the opportunity to fuck your Mother and you didn't take it? You must be mad!"
My mind was now made up, I was going to do it, and I was going to enjoy it.
As soon as I got behind her I reached forward to cup her large tits, then I went for her nipples. She gasped when I found them. I was now leaning against her, and my cock was poking into her bottom. She was now wriggling again, and I realised she was trying to move her opening towards my cock.
Reluctantly I removed my hands from her tits, but they were needed for more important work. One of then was now holding my cock, guiding it towards her honey pot, the other was stroking her bottom.
As I slowly pushed into her she moaned. I didn't stop until my balls were flat against her. I briefly closed my eyes, savouring the moment. It was almost a minute before I started moving again. Long slow strokes, I wanted this to last.
"Do you like this?"
She grunted, "Yes."
I upped the pace, then I said, "I bet you like this better."
She didn't reply, and I didn't push her for an answer, instead I arched my back so that I could go into her deeper.
I haven't been with a lot of women, only six or seven. I'm not sure of the exact number, because one night I was so drunk that I don't remember what happened. However, even with my limited experience I knew that this was special, and not just because she was my Mother.
Her cunt was tight, and it was a perfect match for my cock. She was a passionate woman who hadn't had sex for a long time, and I was now getting the benefit of all that frustration that had built up.
After another five minutes I couldn't hold back anymore, the blood was pounding in my head, and my heart was beating fit to burst. I now needed to fuck her hard, as hard as I could manage.
As I thrust hard into her, I spread her cheeks with both hands. I was desperate to get deeper into her, even if it was only another fraction of an inch. I wished my cock was bigger.
"My tits need to be sucked."
That was impossible, then I realised she meant by changing position. As soon as I was out of her I was helping her to turn over, then I was quickly on top of her.
My hands were now holding her legs high, almost to her shoulders, and my mouth was greedily feeding on her fat nipple. As I ploughed into her she purred with pleasure.
"Do you like Mummy's tits?"
I mumbled, "Yes," then I raised my head long enough to say, "But I like your cunt better."
That made her giggle, but it turned into a gasp when I gave her a brutal stroke. Then I gave her a few more, and that was the end of the talking. The next few minutes were hard work for me. She was obviously excited, because she was making a lot of noise, but she didn't seem ready to climax. Unfortunately, I was getting close. What could I do? Then I had an idea. I didn't know if Mother was going to like it, but I was just going to do it.
Without giving her any warning, I put her legs down.
"I'm going to lick you. Tell me when you are ready to come and I will fuck you again."
I didn't wait for her to reply, instead I just pulled out of her, then I got to work with my tongue. And for good measure, she got two fingers up her.
This was better. My cock was getting a rest, and she was building nicely towards a climax. A minute later she was breathing heavily, after another she was gasping. I kept on licking her, waiting for her to tell me she was ready. It wasn't long before she was.
"You need to fuck me. NOW!"
It only took one stroke to make her climax, but I needed to continue in order to get mine. As her head rolled about, and her body writhed, I fucked her hard. It was only when her body went limp that I got relief. I closed my eyes as I poured it into her. When I had finished I slumped onto her, I was completely exhausted. We lay like that for several minutes. I was reluctant to move, and it seemed that she was as well. When I did get up, she stayed down, but then she raised a hand, and I helped her up.
While she cooked I had a shower. When I went into the kitchen the meal was nearly ready. Mother then turned to me, there was a serious look on her face.
"This has to end."
I was so disappointed that I couldn't speak, so I just nodded. Then she smiled.
"Pretending that you are giving me swimming lessons."
"What?"
Her smile was now even bigger, then she said, "This is what is going to happen. You are going to continue teaching me, and it will just be a lesson," then she paused, before adding, "And when we want sex we will go to the bedroom. Is that OK with you?"
"Yes Mummy."
She then laughed, and I joined in.
During the meal she surprised me again.
"I forgot to tell you. I have a date."
I looked at her open-mouthed.
"He rang and asked me out, and I said yes."
I didn't know how that would affect our relationship, but I was happy for her.
"It's way overdue. Bruce seems like a nice guy."
She shook her head, then said, "No not Bruce, Gary," then before I could say anything, she added, "Yes the pool guy."
I didn't know what to say, so I just smiled. Mother then looked me in the eye, and said, "Don't worry, there is enough of me for both of you."