Dad was letting my mother down - his age was showing and along with an inability to progress; he was sinking into middle-aged mire. Mum, on the other hand was far from over-the-hill and when circumstances brought us together, we did all we could to cure the problem!
I wouldn't usually think to cuckold Dad, but Mum had needs and I was there...
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I really wanted to curl up and die.
For fuck's sake - I'd found my dream girl, we'd married and rented a super little house, we'd settled down and for the best part of five years we'd been here - and now it was all falling apart.
My wife had begun to become increasingly nasty towards me for some reason although it took me several months before it really sank in; before I understood that it wasn't just a case of PMT or something; that she was serious.
She'd started to pick at me; to ignore household tasks; to come home from work when she chose to and I just knew that something was going on but I did my best to ignore her angry words and deeds and to let time do the soothing. I'd done nothing to upset her to the best of my knowledge but she was obviously trying to pick a fight, to stir things up.
And so it all came to a head one day when I finally retaliated and told her what I thought of her actions and deeds - and then she bit back at me hard - and then slammed out amid an ear rattling yelling and banging of doors.
When she returned later that evening she simply told me that she was leaving and that nothing I could do or say would change her mind.
But to be honest, right at that moment I had no intention of saying much - the idea of her leaving actually felt good right then. The peace while she'd been gone had been delicious, while the tension beforehand had been such that it actually felt great to know that our marriage was over and that the rowing would be gone.
All I could do was to mutter "Good riddance" as I left her to her packing and went off down to the pub.
A few hours later and I returned, to find the place silent and empty. Not empty of our possessions but empty of life - a cold and lonely place and I knew that I was on my own from now on.
The following day I phoned my parents to explain and Mum made all the right noises, sympathetic loving sounds and words to calm me, followed by an invitation to pop over for dinner and a chat that evening. I accepted with alacrity, knowing that Mum's cooking was top class and that otherwise I'd be dining alone on some insipid frozen dinner.
Mum welcomed me with floury hands and a kiss on the cheek, while Dad handed me a tumbler of scotch and ice as we met.
"Hard luck, old fella," he said as he patted me on the back and led me to the armchairs by the fire, "These things happen."
"Yeah but why me?" I groaned, "What did I do to deserve that? We used to get on so well and then it all kind of went wrong all around me..."
"I'll tell you what Chris," said Dad, "In my opinion it's because you're too easy going. You should have put your foot down a long time ago, put yourself in charge, know what I mean. Sometimes it pays to keep the little lady under your control."
It wasn't so much a question as a statement of fact so I merely went "hmmmmmm" as I vaguely agreed with Dad and we sat there gently cogitating.
That was until suddenly someone slapped me sharply on the back of my head.
"Aaaahh!" I cried as I spun around, and there was Mum, her hands now clean and on her hips.
"Don't listen to a word he says," she said firmly, her mouth set and her eyes glittering, "He's all mouth and no action!"
I couldn't help chuckling quietly at Mum's words and because Dad was now visibly reddened with embarrassment, leaving me feeling as if I was in the middle of an argument.
"Well, you two seem to have managed fine the way you are," I said, attempting to defuse any verbal fights, "You're still together after what, thirty years?"
"That's all down to the fact that I've kind of got used to him and his silly ways," said Mum, her hand now gently soothing the patch of my skull she's whacked, "If I'd let him rule the roost we'd never have got anything done. On the other hand perhaps he'd be the boss now at work if he'd followed his own advice."
She looked scornfully at Dad who cringed and buried his face in his scotch, the subject of his stalled business career apparently a sore point between them.
"Ummmm, dinner smells good," I said partially to divert the conversation and partially because delicious scents were now filling the air, "Have I got time for another drink?"
"Just about - dinner'll be about twenty minutes, darling," said Mum, "I'll join you - come and pour us one each Chris."
I levered myself from the armchair and smiled self-consciously at Dad who managed a small smile back, then I headed to the kitchen.
It was a biggish room and as I did the drinks on one side of the room, on the other side mother was doing her best witchy impression, busily muttering to herself and stirring pots amid clouds of steam and other vapours.
The delicious scents were stronger here and I carried Mum's glass of wine to her where she worked, my nose working overtime.
"Mmmmm, thank you darling," she breathed as I put it down on the worktop beside the cooker, "Is your Dad still in his chair?"
I stretched my neck to look around the door frame and from where I stood I could still see the back of Dad's head in the armchair.
"Yeah, he's happy with his scotch," I replied, "Why?"
"Oh, it just seemed a good time to tell you," Mum said as she sipped something from a wooden spoon, "Your Dad's got to do some shift work; they're making him work at night."
"Cooo, he won't like that," I responded, a throaty chuckle rising, "Anyway, I thought he was in change?"
Mum laughed, sharply and even acidly.
"Hah - as if!" she snapped, "He's no more in change of his work than he is of me."
She drained half her glass in one go.
"Like I said, if he was only half the man he says he is he might have found a better job by now," Mum continued, warming to her task and then she added, almost ruefully, "And if he was a stronger man at home I might have been nicer to him as well..."
The subject matter was curiously fascinating and yet it also spoke of unrest; not a line I wanted to enlarge upon considering my own problems, but somehow I wanted to keep talking - partially because I was curious and partially because I just plain like to chat with my Mum.
"That all sounds a bit personal," I said, "Perhaps you shouldn't be telling me this, Mum."
"You're family," said Mum, "So you're entitled to know but I wouldn't have said a word about it to most people."
"It's up to you what you tell me," I replied nonchalantly, "It won't go any further anyway."
"Ohhh, it's just that he's such a damn wimp sometimes," said Mum, sighing then emptying her glass, "I often think it would be wonderful to have a real man - I do sometimes wish he'd get off his soapbox and stop talking. Like I said before, he's all talk and no action - all mouth and trousers; know what I mean."
And then the matter was dropped as Dad appeared in the doorway, his nose crinkling.
"Must be nearly ready," he said, "Do you need a hand?"
"No - go and sit down, it's all under control and Chris is helping," said Mum firmly, "Be on the table in a few moments."
Soon we were tucking into an excellent roast dinner; Scottish beef with all the trimmings, deliciously tender and full of flavour. Silence fell over us as we ate until subdued clatterings and burps spoke of downed tools and full bellies.
"Wonderful," said Dad as he wiped his mouth, "Absolutely wonderful."
"The condemned man ate a hearty meal!" I quipped, eliciting quick glances from both Mum and Dad.
"So your mother told you did she?" said Dad while Mum looked a bit embarrassed and I felt myself reddening too.
"Yeah, umm, no big deal," I said, brushing it off, "It'll make a change for you."
Dad however was considerably and properly irritated so I filled the void.
"When do you start?" I continued, "Monday night?"
"Yes he does; ten o'clock shift," answered Mum waving Dad to silence; then she brightened suddenly; "Are you still writing dear?"
"You know I am Mum," I answered, "Doing alright too. Why?"
"You could be so useful especially now you've got no-one at home to worry about - you could pop over and keep me company for a bit, until I get used to the new arrangement, couldn't you?" she said.
"Guess so..." I said, looking pointedly at Dad but he merely shook his head sadly.
"Don't know why you need him to keep you company," he mumbled, "You'll be asleep."
"Somehow I doubt it," answered Mum firmly, "I'll need to change my rhythm to match yours won't I, but while you'll have work to keep you awake I'll have nothing, so Chris can help."
"Yeah fine, if you say so," muttered Dad, well and truly overruled.
And so it was arranged that we'd all change our routines. It mattered little when I slept or wrote and perhaps I'd find new and different inspirations at night and with Mum to talk to and be with; maybe she too would provide some input and stimulus.
Monday was a strange day as I tried to get some unwanted sleep in preparation for a long night awake but by the time ten o'clock came around I felt reasonably fresh and ready to face a night with my mother. I chuckled at the way the words fitted inappropriately together.
But inside me, something else was confusing me...
Dad was obviously too soft in his ways, too easy-going to achieve anything at work...and yet Mum seemed to object to the idea of him being 'in change' at home - she obviously wanted to rule the roost. Or was it that she really needed a stronger man? Was it that Dad was so limp that even if he'd become firmer with her she wouldn't have accepted it from him? That even if he'd been harder and more successful at work, she wouldn't have enjoyed his control at home.
It was a conundrum that I couldn't resolve in my mind...
Perhaps unsurprisingly Mum was in her dressing gown as she met me, warmly hugging me against her before letting me in.
"You are a darling, I'm so glad you've come," she said, "Gosh - it's going to change things a bit, all this nighttime activity!"
I wasn't expecting much activity at all to be honest, all I wanted was to be able to keep my mother company while having quite a lot of peace in which to do some more writing but I also knew that I was here because Mum was going to be lonely on her own, so I needed to 'look after' her, at least to begin with. It was all going to be strange - just the two of us with no plans and no particular reason to even communicate - but we'd manage...
"So - what do you fancy doing?" began Mum as she settled herself into her armchair, "It's going to be quite hard to find something to do all night, isn't it?"
"Yeah, umm, yeah, guess so," I mumbled, my eyes dropping to my lap as I spoke.
Because down there, for reasons unknown, my cock was beginning to stretch out; to push at the boundaries of his enclosure...
Shit - it was that time of night when I'd probably have had sex with my wife or perhaps even just rubbed one out while in the shower - no wonder my cock had risen. Innocently I waved my hands around before letting them fall onto my lap to cover my arousal while wondering firstly whether or not Mum had noticed and secondly, whether my routine habits had caused my cock to awaken or if was it something else.
It was only when I looked back at Mum that I even had an inkling of an idea as to the cause of my arousal - Mum's legs were bare and were slightly parted as she sat back and somehow the light was causing the length of inner thigh she was displaying to glow warmly. It wasn't an overtly crude display, it was almost certainly unintentional but it was more than I usually saw of her legs. I felt my tongue wetting my lips as I glanced down and then back up to Mum's face.
Thank heavens she looked entirely innocent and oblivious of my arousal and I quickly found myself calming once more as I considered what we could do.
"What about Scrabble?" I asked, "Or cards - something easy...?"
"Could do, or something more energetic perhaps," Mum replied, her legs moving apart a bit more as she settled herself more comfortably, "Or we could just talk...you make the decision..."
Down inside my jeans I felt an additional tightening as my penis stiffened a little more and I wriggled around to ease the pressure while my mind frantically tried to make a decision. I ignored the probably unintended suggestion of some energetic action.
"Scrabble, I think," I said firmly, "That'll keep us thinking, that'll keep our brains working and keep us awake."
"Ok, that's a good idea," said Mum, "I'll get the set."
And as she rose from her chair she leaned forward and something happened that changed the world. Her towelling belt slid loose and her dressing gown slipped open and suddenly, if only for a few moments, there was my mother's body just feet from my eyes and clad only in pure white underwear. The quick view was indeed brief but it was quite long enough to show me that Mum certainly hadn't let her body go, that her breasts were still good and plump; that her knickers were remarkably skimpy and that she obviously at least partially shaved!
"Oh ooops!" said Mum as she sat back down again, quickly pulling her dressing gown tightly around her and tying the belt, "Oh I'm so sorry darling - didn't mean to flash you!"
"Not a problem Mum," I said, "It happens...," my easy words belying my agony - because my penis had stiffened into an iron bar in seconds.
She rose again, crossed the room and came back with the Scrabble set which she placed on the coffee table nearby and then for long moments we just sat there and I found myself looking at Mum's face - which was glowing brightly. I frowned as I wondered as to the cause, attributing it to her exposure - but I was wrong.
And now Mum seemed to have regained her composure and she chuckled quietly.
"That's a sight I haven't seen much of for a while," she said, "And I don't remember you being that big when I last saw you either!"
She looked at me, a wicked smile on her face - and suddenly she grabbed at her dressing gown and flung the material aside, before wrapping it around herself once more.
And this time I knew that Mum knew and I also knew that my eyes and my mouth both opened wide as her intentional flash burnt into my brain.
"Uuuuhhh," I grunted as I felt a spasm of delight make my whole abdomen shudder, "Stop it Mum, stop it, you silly thing!"
But Mum was suddenly well and truly awake and alert and seemed intent on stirring me up too.
She edged forward until she was seated on the edge of her chair, her face just perhaps four feet from mine.
"So I turn you on, do I?" she asked playfully, "I've got more reaction from you than I've had from your Dad in many a long year. And a bigger reaction too, I think!"
Mum was wriggling her body around under her gown - her generous breasts seemed to be swaying from side to side, holding my attention as a cobra's sinuous movements might.
I was lost for words; overcome almost by this turn of events.
"Cat got your tongue?" she asked, her lips curling, "Don't say you're like your Dad!"
And then I realised something - that Mum was frustrated; that Dad was a first rate wimp who was nowadays incapable of responding to Mum's wiles and enthusiasm...and that I was being offered something that no son should be offered. Mum was almost asking me to react; almost demanding me to respond - but could I actually do it? Could I commit incest with my Mother?
Well, I guess that if I just pulled her to me and kissed her then that wasn't incest, was it. I was safe there...
Moments later and I stood up; my hands reached out and grasping Mum by the tops of her arms as I pulled her upwards and clutched her to me.
"Yesssssss," she hissed as my arms enfolded her.
"Mmmmm," she moaned as I kissed her upturned lips.
"Ooooohhh," she breathed as we kissed, as her lips sought mine and her probing tongue pierced my mouth.
Somehow the kiss went on and on and just as I was thinking that I ought to pull away I felt Mum twisting her arms out of my embrace. The next moment she was attacking my t-shirt, imploring me to remove it!
"Take it off darling," she moaned as her hands tugged my t-shirt upwards, "Hurry - it's in the way."
Responding as quickly as I could under the circumstances I helped her pull it over my head and instantly her arms were around me again, her lips locking onto mine once more.
Inside me though, everything was aquiver - butterflies were rampant and my brain was scrambled, while my legs trembled and my heart thumped quickly as my situation became clear, as I realised that this was just the first stage of my seduction.
Then Mum was moving again, less vigorously this time and then I felt the warm smoothness of her torso pressing against mine.
"Ooooh yesssss," she breathed between kisses, "That's better already!"
But her bra scratched gently against my chest, the roughness of the material grabbing my attention while her breasts moved languidly as she breathed. Then Mum was moving again.
"Hang on darling, let me take it off," she said, her breathing quicker now, "Keep still."
With a quick twisting and squirming there was a sudden sliding of material and then more soft warmth as my mother's firm yet soft breasts squashed against my chest.
"Oooh Mum," I moaned, "Stop it - don't, you'll get me all worked up."
Quite honestly it was far too late to object; already I was thoroughly roused, already my cock was as hard as it could get; already I was eagerly letting her get sexy with me!
But as I said that, Mum pushed me away, hard.
"Oh what?" she said harshly as she now stood there, her bare breasts heaving, her lips wet and luscious, "Oh for heaven's sake - you are, aren't you? You're just like your Dad, aren't you."
In that moment I definitely realised what the problem was - Mum wanted someone to dominate her, to take control - and Dad just hadn't been able to do so.
But could I do it? We'd come this far but could I continue, could I make Mum have sex with me - could I really truly let her have sex with her?
I gritted my teeth as I realised my situation. If I did as I should and told Mum to get dressed I'd be in trouble - and if I fucked her I'd be in even more trouble!
But down in my trousers one part of me was urging me onwards - my cock had no concerns - all it wanted was a nice warm hole to sink into. With a deeply drawn breath I gave in.
"No way!" I exclaimed, "No way am I a wimp."
Quickly I bent down and just scooped Mum up into my arms. Instantly her own arms wrapped around my neck and her lips found my cheek. Quickly, or as quickly as I could given that I was carrying her, I marched down the hall to the main bedroom, bumping open the door with my arm then lowering my mother onto the bed.
"Yesssss," she hissed as I spread her dressing gown wide, "Oooh darling, what do you think you're doing? Who said you could...? Who gave you permission?"
She was panting hard as she spoke but her eyes sparkled and smiled and her tongue kept wetting her lips.
As fast as I could I undid my jeans and dropped them, the long pole of my erection clearly stretching my boxers, then, after a moment of indecision, I pushed them down too, to stand naked beside the bed, my throbbing penis betraying my need.
But I needn't have worried; Mum was very obviously loving what she was seeing and her eyes glowed with as much excitement as my cock did.
With another delicious wriggle Mum divested herself of her gown and now her arms were raised, her fingers imploring me to approach, urging me to explore.
Seconds later and I was on the bed too, on my knees between my Mum's wide-spread legs with only one thin layer of silk between us.
"Oooh fuck!" I moaned as I urged myself on, "Come on Chris, don't stop now!"
I leaned forward and let my hands support me as I lowered myself towards Mum's delicious breasts and her searching lips and then it was her hands that came up and pulled me to her, our lips meeting again in earthy and wicked embrace.
Her lips were hot and wet now and her tongue seemed incredibly prehensile, sucking at mine, twisting itself around mine, sending shivers and thrills through my body.
And then she was pushing me away and down, her intent obvious.
"Kiss me, kiss my breasts, please," she moaned as my mouth moved down her neck and over her upper chest, "Come on - please, kiss them! Do it!"
I swear that her breasts came up to meet my lips; certainly her nipple was in my mouth almost instantly, certainly Mum was thrashing around beneath me and just as certainly I adored the taste and sensation of my lips being around an aroused piece of female eroticism. I sucked hard and swirled my tongue over and around the finger-tip sized nodule of flesh, causing Mum to groan deliciously.
"Oooh Godddd," she cried, "Ohhh yesss, yessss!"
Her hips were now lifting off the bed and thrusting against my erection, but now was not the time to go there, that would come eventually - we had all night although my eagerness to penetrate my mother's pussy was growing by the minute. Instead I lowered my own body onto hers, trapping her eagerness against the bed as I continued to explore her nipples and breasts.
Each entire breast came in for my attention; every inch of each bulging, generous, warm, firm breast tipped with its deliciously rubbery erect nipple was kissed and licked and sucked and chewed. And each time I squeezed them, each time I chewed on her nipples, her body would jerk and shake under me until eventually I pulled away, my lips wearying of such intense action.
I sat up to see Mum lying there, her eyes closed, her body in non-stop motion, her breath coming through tight lips and suddenly I realised what I simply had to do.
My hands dropped to Mum's waist, then, with my thumbs inside the top of her panties and in one swift movement I lifted her hips and slid her panties down; then, with strong arms I lifted her legs vertically and slid her panties right off. I held her legs as I returned them to the bed; held them apart as I closed in; held them down as they squirmed and twisted, as I shuffled closer.
And then I was able to concentrate on my target, on my Mum's delicious pussy. Her curly pubic hair had been trimmed extensively leaving her delectable lips on show, glistening redly and slightly parted. Mum was soaked, entirely ready for me to enter - and I wasn't about to let her down.
I leaned forward, holding my rampant penis in line with my target, when Mum suddenly came alive and began to speak.
Almost instantly I moved my hand and clamped it over her mouth, her words now lost in a mumble of sounds. I pushed my cock at her slit, the head sliding quickly into the morass, Mum's hips jerking as I touched her. A quick sliding of my cock in her juicy lubrication and I pushed again, thrusting my cock firmly into her hole.
It was an incredible feeling to be inside my mother; so exciting that I almost lost it on contact. Her pussy was so well lubricated that I'd slid in so easily, so smoothly, so tightly. I felt her hot vagina contracting around my cock, squeezing me, caressing me. I felt her body respond to my thrusts; her hips lifting against mine, her pelvis twisting to discover the best position; I felt her mouth working against the palm of my hand as I fucked her, as I made love to my mother.
No way was I going to last long this first time; the excitement was such that I was on edge instantly, held from coming only by my mind; only so long as I could divert the sensations. But with every stroke I came nearer and nearer to release until I realised that it was the only thing to do - to let it all go...then come back for seconds if I could.
Harder and harder I fucked her, silently and energetically my penis reamed out my mother's pussy; faster and faster, until suddenly the moment was upon me.
With one last lunge I exploded inside her, my love juice spurting strongly into her vagina, jet after jet of hot spunk pulsing from me until finally I was done, until finally I'd spurted my last and I slumped down onto my mother's body with sweat rising rapidly from my overheated body.
Then, summonsing my energy I released my hand from my mother's mouth and lifted myself upright again to return to my kneeling position between her legs, but now with my cock still deeply embedded inside her.
Mum took a deep breath.
"Chris - what the hell have you done?" said Mum, to my horror, "What on earth possessed you?"
"You wanted it," I said feeling my cock slithering out, being pushed from her hole, "You were the one who led me on - you encouraged me."
I was almost panicking now - I'd just raped my mother, it seemed; taken her against her will, fucked my incestuous cum into her - fucked up my life perhaps.
I was motor-mouth now - babbling non-stop as I tried to explain.
"Oh Mum, sorry, sorry - forgive me - I didn't mean to - you wanted me to - I couldn't help it, sorry Mum, sorry," I spluttered - until I realised that Mum wasn't responding.
Instead she was just lying there, her eyes watching me intently. She was still relaxed too, not making any effort to rise from the bed...
"No! Come on, calm down," said Mum at last, "What I meant was what possessed you to be so strong? I'd got you down as another softie like your Dad - and then you did that! Oh Chris, you were wonderful!"
I just knelt there open-mouthed as I absorbed her words.
"There was just one thing wrong though," she continued, gaining my attention once more, "You didn't let me come - you were too quick!"
"Ah, whah, what?" I spluttered, "You're not angry?"
"No - never!" laughed Mum, her laughter sending a gush of cum from her pussy, "You did it just right - well, almost."
"So it's ok?" I asked, daring the question, "You didn't mind?"
"I'd only have minded if you'd backed out," said Mum, "But I will complain if you don't finish me off!"
"Wow - yeahhhh!" I said eagerly, feeling my cock begin to lift once more, "You mean it - honestly?"
"Would I still be lying here if I didn't?" Mum answered, her hands raised and reaching for me, "Now come on, come and kiss me again, you've got such naughty lips. And then..."
Once again I lowered myself until I was resting lightly on Mum's delicious body; until our lips met once more.
"Mmmmmmm," said Mum as we locked together, "Yessssss!"
Once more her hips were squirming under me; her whole body was in motion actually; she was coming alive in so many ways. Her hot lips were busy against me, her tongue skittering and playing with mine, her breasts rubbing so enticingly against my chest and her pussy felt hot as she pushed against my rapidly rising erection.
"Ooooh Chris, feels so good," Mum breathed, "It's what I've been missing all these years."
I didn't want to malign Dad so I kept quiet but Mum continued.
"If only your Dad would do this, if only he'd be masterful - but he can't; he just can't," she said as our hips ground together and her hands stroked my back, "But you - you're so strong and big and sexy! Oh God - come on, do it again, please Chris, do it!"
Mum's eagerness was catching - well, honestly, who wouldn't be turned on big time by a sexy writhing woman under you? And my cock was definitely turned on; as rigid as he could be once again, inspired by the incredible woman whose pussy was thrusting against him - but first I wanted to complete the circuit.
I'd started with my mouth at hers and worked my way down - but I'd stopped at her breasts last time around but this time I intended to discover the rest of her.
Saving words for another time I pulled away from her exciting lips and slid down her body, my mouth sliding slowly over her breasts, kissing each nipple tenderly but firmly; then sliding further south.
"Ooooohhh!" groaned Mum as my lips and tongue explored her navel, "Oh-oh-oh-oh noooo - don't - ooh stop it - no don't!"
Her voice was shivery with excitement as I left her navel and continued downwards, snakelike and slowly, my tongue leaving a moist trail behind.
"Oh my God, oh goodness!" said Mum as I reached her pubes.
I plucked at her little hairs with my lips before sticking my tongue out to slide over her skin again. My hands were now resting on her hips, holding them steady because they were bucking and squirming wildly now as my lips found hers.
"Ooooooo!" went Mum as I daintily swiped my tongue up and down one heated lip, tasting the enticing cocktail of juices we'd left behind.
I crossed over and did the same for the other lip, watching her pussy pulsate and glow as I stimulated it.
"Oooh, you're going to, aren't you?" Mum groaned from somewhere up above, "You're going to lick me, aren't you? Oh Chris - that's naughty - oh no, oooh no!"
It was too late for her to complain now. Her clit was a minute throbbing erection that simply cried out for attention and as I swept my tongue around it, Mum screamed quietly - a thin shriek of delight and shock that sent tremors all through her body.
Another slower swipe brought more results, her hips thrusting her pussy at me suddenly; so quickly that my nose was instantly buried between her delicious wet folds.
My lips encountered our combined juices again; my mouth was drowned in sticky wetness - I just had time for one more lick then I had to draw away to catch my breath.
I knew that it was my own cum that I was tasting but it was mixed with her emissions and was as nectar to my senses.
I lifted my sloppy wet face and looked up at Mum. She turned out to be looking down at me, her mouth open with her lips puffed out. Briefly she managed a smile which I returned before her hands pressed down on my head, pushing me back to her pussy.
"Don't stop - for heaven's sake, don't stop," she moaned, "Its wonderful - you're so good, so exciting!"
Instantly I was back at her clit, now sucking it into my mouth, revelling in the earthy scents and the erotic delights of her flesh. I rolled the little nub of firm tissue between my lips, playing my tongue over and around the tip as Mum's hands pushed me hard against her body.
"Oh Chris - don't stop, you're making me...oh God - you're doing it, oooh I'm coming, coming!" she cried as her hands frantically rubbed my face over her clit, "Oooohhh yesss, yesss, yesss!"
Violent spasms shook her from head to toe as my lips ground against her body; as my tongue spread over her clit, as my chin pressed firmly into her cleft - until the thrills began to die down and I was finally released, free to breathe again.
And now Mum was flat on the bed - her eyes were closed and everything was limp and still, although every so often a quick little shudder coursed through her; afterglows of her orgasm.
I knelt upright to enjoy the sight of my contented mother as she lay there, allowing the pleasures of her climax to unwind, allowing her body to recover from such excitement.
Eventually her eyes opened and she looked at me; a look of hunger and need in them.
"Oooh Chris - you don't know what you've started," she panted, "You've done it now, haven't you?"
"Done what Mum?" I asked, not quite understanding.
"You've given me what I've needed all my married life," she said, her hands caressing my thighs, "A strong man and one who knows how to please his woman."
"But Dad..." I started, but Mum shushed me.
"Don't talk about him right now - it's you I need," she said, one hand now exploring my erection, "That was wonderful but you're not finished yet, are you?"
She began running her tight fist up and down my cock while her other hand fell to her pussy, two fingers quickly disappearing inside herself.
A big smile appeared on Mum's face as she stroked me and her tongue traced her lips, leaving them shiny and wet.
"Come on darling, finish me off, come and screw me!" she said huskily, "Do it properly!"
Mother or not; no way could I turn down that offer - and anyway, we'd already committed incest at least once, so why not continue. A quick glance at the bedside clock told me that it was still only two in the morning, so we had hours and hours yet before Dad finished his shift - and since he wasn't here to do his job, who better to do it than me!
"Do you want me on top?" I asked as I leaned down towards Mum's welcoming pussy, "Or do you want to change places?"
"You on top," breathed Mum excitedly, "I want you to dominate me; to pin me to the bed; to be strong and hard for me. You, darling - I want your cock now!"
She was already breathing hard and deep, already well aroused and eager and so was my cock, rigidly hard and glowing with horny happiness. I'd already brought Mum to a wild climax with my tongue - that was our foreplay concluded and now would come the fucking, the real fucking.
"You ready?" I asked unnecessarily, "Here I come."
I pushed my cock downwards until the head was at the bottom of her slippery wet crack, then slowly let it slide up between her hot lips, feeling the open hole of her vagina beneath my tip as I explored. I so nearly allowed my cock to sink in but first I wanted to tease her a bit so I let my cock slide up and over and around her clit, the little button stiff against my knob. Steadily our juices soaked my penis until it was almost as wet as her pussy and just as slippery. And then I aimed my cock at her hole and just pushed...
"Ohhhhh!" groaned Mum as my cock sank deeply into her delightful body, "Ooooh Chris - yessss, give it to me!"
I felt her body absorbing me then gripping my shaft as if with fingers, her eager vagina pleasuring itself on my penis. Inside her it was warm and wet and each stroke felt as if I was sliding my cock through a thick jelly that closed around me and held me tight.
For long contented minutes I thrust into her, steadily and smoothly, not breaking my rhythm, just building up the tension until finally Mum began to shudder occasionally as her climax built inside her once again.
I eased off, now merely moving tiny inches and causing Mum to open her eyes and positively glare at me.
"Don't you dare!" she moaned, "You keep going - finish the job!"
"I am Mum," I answered, still just moving minutely, "I'm just enjoying a change from hard pumping; just letting things settle for a moment or two - honest!"
"You'd better just be having a break - you're going to make me come or else!" she replied, "It'll be the last time if you don't!"
I chuckled at Mum's eagerness and at her threat because no way would I leave her unfulfilled this time and to prove the point I began moving my hips up and down, just as I leaned forward and kissed her.
"Mmmmmm, that's better," she mouthed as I picked up the pace again, "Uuuuhhhh, uuuuhhhh, yesssss, that's better!"
My body was resting lightly on hers now while my pelvis thrust my cock into her and with each thrust I could feel her abdomen move beneath me. With each thrust too, Mum's fingernails were now raking my back - not viciously but firmly as if to heighten the excitement.
But soon, as I upped the pace again, her nails began to dig in, exquisitely painful; the shock sending thrills right to my balls.
"Oh-oh-oh fuckkkkkk," I moaned as my pace continued to increase, "Come on Mum, come for me, come, please Mum!"
"Getting there darling," Mum answered, her words in time with her breathing, "That's lovely, that's so good, that's just right - oh yesss, oh yesss!"
And now I was slamming my cock into her pussy; her hot soaking pussy; the motherly cunt that was taking every inch of her son's hard penis and I knew that neither of us would be lasting much longer. But Mum was going to come before I did or I'd be in so much trouble...!
Panting hard now and with sweat dripping from my brow and my chin and my chest I powered on and on and on, harder and faster until my hips were almost out of control; until Mum gasped loudly, raked my back so deeply that she must have raised blood, then she let go!
"Yesssss - yesssssss!" she yelled, "I'm cumming so hard - oh God, it's so bloody good - it's fantastic - it's wonderful - it's oh God!"
Words failed her now as all her efforts went into her body and her all-encompassing orgasm; as her body lifted from the bed and pushed so hard against my driving cock; as the steamy scents of hot fucking filled the air and as I drove my cock into her for one last time.
"Ahhhhhhh!" I groaned as I felt my penis retreat like the water before a tsunami; before my balls let loose with another huge blast of cum.
"Oooooh fuuuck!" I cried as jerk after jerk shook my cock as each eruption blew off, "Ooooh Muuuuum!"
It was hard to tell what happened from there on - both of us were like fish out of water, flopping around frantically, our bodies almost out of control. I do know that somehow Mum ended up on top of me, her pelvis sucking at my cock as if to empty it completely, her pendulous breasts swaying in my face. I do remember stretching up and sucking one of her nipples into my mouth, before I had to let it go so I could breathe. I do remember Mum's knees squeezing against my hips as she rode me and watching her go from climax to climax, from peak to peak...until she slumped back down onto my penis, her hands resting on my chest.
"Goodness me, that was so wonderful," she panted, "It hasn't been that good for so many years. Not since I was a teenager - at college - so young!"
"Really?" I asked, knowing that it had indeed been good but wanting her to praise me further, "That long?"
"Could have been the best ever," she answered dreamily with her eyes closed, "Oh my - I'll sleep well now!"
"Hey - you're supposed to be awake tonight - that's why I'm here," I replied, "I'm supposed to keep you awake!"
"Ooooh, you've certainly woken me up!" said Mum, her eyes boring into mine, "And to think I've been missing that when I could have had you so long ago!"
"Uh?" I replied, not understanding, "You what?"
"Remember that time I found you in the shower; that time when you stayed overnight when your Dad wasn't well," she explained, "I so nearly let you have me then - if your Dad hadn't have moaned in his sleep we'd have done it, I'm sure!"
"Could hardly forget it!" I said, laughing lightly, "I was just going to have a wank when you came in."
"Mmmm, I know," said Mum, her eyes twinkling, "It was all I could do not to join you - to make use of that lovely penis of yours."
"You're certainly making use of it now," I said, "Thank you Mum, that was fantastic!"
But Mum had collapsed now, flopping down onto the bed beside me, her limbs already limp, my cock sliding from her flooded pussy.
"Hey Mum, I told you - you're supposed to be awake!" I said as I gently shook her and Mum eventually opened one eye.
"I can think of better ways to pass the night other than by just staying awake," she murmured, "You'll come over - every night, won't you?"
"Yeahhhhh," I replied as I looked forward to the pleasures of her delightful body again, "Love to!"
Then suddenly Mum awoke with a start and sat up.
"Oh bugger!" she exclaimed, "Your Dad's only doing night shift for six months -what on earth will we do then?"
I laughed loudly at that. All I was supposed to be doing was to keep Mum company while Dad was at work but now look at us!
"You might be fed up with me by then!" I said.
Mum was alert now though.
"Don't be facetious," she said, "Anyway, don't let it worry you; I'll make sure he stays on night shift. He's not going to spoil my sex life, not for anything!"
"That's not fair on Dad, is it?" I answered, feeling a bit sorry for him, but Mum wasn't repentant.
"If he'd have just put his foot down; if he hadn't been so soft it might have been different," she explained, "But instead I think I've found my answer, my nice big, hard, strong knight rider!"