As I walked behind mum, my eyes fell down to her rear end which looked just as good naked as it did clothed. I couldn't resist reaching forward to cup her right cheek in my hand as she walked. She turned, gave me a spectacular smile, and wiggled her bum in my hand.
When we got to their bathroom, she turned and said, "I need a pee first," then went to sit down, but I grabbed her, "not yet ma."
Her eyes opened wider, "Alex, I need to go, and I need to go now. Darling, when ladies have had babies, they need to pee when they need to pee, not when it suits one of those who've caused the problem in the first place."
"Not yet," I said, holding her arm tightly with one hand and turning on the shower with the other.
"Oh great pal, I need to pee, and you start the water running, I hope you're prepared to mop up the mess that I'm about to make."
I ignored her until the water temperature was right, and then pulled her into the shower, closing the door behind us. Her eyes went wide and a grin dominated her face.
I dropped to my knees and said, "you can let it go now."
"I don't think that I can with you watching me."
"Yes you can, because we're staying here until you do."
It took a while but eventually it got the better of her, and she had to let it go. After a few seconds I spread her thighs wider so that I had a better view of it flowing out, and then slipped first one, and then a second finger inside her. Her hips moved out to welcome my fingers, needless to say she was wet and they encountered no resistance at all. The yellow liquid was now running down my arm and into the shower base.
"You're sick, you know that don't you?"
I nodded, overly enthusiastically. "Yeh, yeh, yeh."
"Is that something else that you've learned from this woman of yours?"
Again I nodded, just as hard as before. "Yeh, yeh, yeh."
"Is she as sick as you?"
"Yes, and I just happen to be a very willing student."
She rolled her eyes to the heavens, pulled me to my feet, and then put her head onto my shoulder. She nestled into my neck, her hips were moving, and it was clear that she was on the way again as my fingers did the work that fingers do. But I had other plans for her, so I removed my them. She showed her displeasure, "do you mind, I was enjoying that."
"My turn now," as I stood back taking my cock in my hand and pointing it at her.
Her eyes went wide with alarm," Alex don't you dare do it on me." She tried to get to the door, but I held it closed. Then it was too late, as the stream started to flow from me I directed it at her feet first, and then, started moving it higher. Mum moved her feet apart, "don't do it on me, you shit," but she was laughing as she said it. As the stream moved higher, she got onto the tips of her toes to get away from it, holding her hands palms down, to shield her from the spray.
"Don't, don't, don't you dare," but her smile and her eyes said something else.
Did some go on her? Yes of course, an amount would have had to have, it wasn't deliberate, and I did stop the main stream before it reached the tops of her legs, but urine from a penis goes everywhere, she must have felt it, but said nothing. In fact from the look in her eyes, I think that she welcomed the feel of it on her.
I was a little disappointed though as I'd hoped that she would have let it hit her hand, as I'd done with hers. Next time maybe? Because hopefully there would be a next time.
"Mum we need to get clean now and we can continue this in bed, ok?"
"Ok, but only if you wash me."
"Ok, but only if you'll wash me too."
"Deal." We shook hands very formally.
So we started to wash each other, which of course turned into foreplay, complete with, as you would expect, a very slow, soft, but non the less, very passionate kiss. I really loved the way that her breasts, wet from the shower water, slid against mine. As I broke the kiss, it was clear that Mum wasn't the one controlling the situation, as she again showed her displeasure, "why did you stop?"
"We need to dry ourselves." Mum still wasn't happy until I explained, "the sooner we're dry, the sooner we're in bed."
That brought the smile back to her face, so then we started to dry each other, which of course again turned into foreplay, complete with as you would expect another very slow, soft, but non the less, very passionate kiss with Mums arms around my neck, and those lovely wet breasts again slipping across me. At this point I abandoned the drying process, sliding my hands under her cheeks and lifted her off the ground. Mum then wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her like that to their bed, my cock sliding up and down the crease of her arse as we went.
We ended up collapsing onto the bed still welded together by her arms and legs around me, from there it was easy to slide back into the kiss, the beautiful, long, soft, and drawn out kiss, our canoe launched once again into the slowly flowing river. As the kiss drew to an end and I pulled away from her, Mum put her mouth to my ear and whispered, "kiss me, there."
Her hands on the top of my head, pushing me down her body showed me what it was that she wanted kissing. I moved down to her breasts and those bullet nipples. I sucked on them quite hard for a while, and then after enclosing her left breast in both my hands and squeezing it tightly to make the nipple stand out even further, I ran it between my teeth, biting quite hard. It must have been painful for her, but in any sexual situation the divide between pain and pleasure can be blurred. The noises she made indicated which side of the divide she was resident in at this time.
I ran my teeth down her nipple for a second, third and fourth time, before turning my attention to her right breast, again squeezing it hard in both hands. A soft, "no," came from her mouth as I ran my teeth down this nipple even harder than the one before. I thought that her, "no," wasn't meant as a deterrent, otherwise why did she put her hand onto the back of my head, and grind my face into her breast, every time I ran my teeth down her nipple?
She again moaned, this time a word that I couldn't quite hear as I went back to her left breast. I rolled my body off hers as I worked on that breast, and looked down to see that her legs were quite wide apart, and she was moving her hips upwards, searching for some form of contact, presumably with anything available. Carefully I let go with one of my hands, repositioning it in the air, to just an inch or so above her slit. The more that I ran my teeth down her nipple, the more her hips raised up looking for contact.
Mum was now moaning continuously, pleading, as she sought some relief from the pressure building within her. I knew when I heard her say, "please," that she was getting into a good place, a place where it was just a short step to her release.
Another, "please," more demanding this time, was followed by a third more drawn out and insistent use of the word. I knew that this was now the time, and so softly I ran my finger slowly along the entire length of her vagina. She drew in a sharp breath, firing her hips up higher, and pushing my face as hard as she could into her breast. I could feel her hot breath on the side of my face as she said, "touch me again baby, please, touch me there again."
She was at that point again were she was now needing her release, the time in the shower, the washing and drying of each other, and the kissing, had in fact been one long foreplay which had bought her to this point where she was now ready, not just ready, but demanding of her pleasure.
Again, and then for a third time, I ran my finger slowly along the opening, which brought from her the same responses of moaning, writhing and demands for release. Could I make her come for me as she'd done before in my bed, and if I did would it be too much for her to take?
Wanting to make it as good as I could for her, I withdrew my fingers and went back to just kissing and licking her, she moaned her discontent at their removal, her hips once again demanding intrusion into her private space.
The thought uppermost in my mind was, is this going to be a once only thing, I knew that I'd want her again, and again into the future, and I worried that maybe in the cold light of day, she may think, what the fuck had she done, and would that then be the end of it?
So once again I brought her to the point of, 'almost there', and then withdrew, then again, and then again for what would be the last time, as she could stand it no longer, and grabbing my hand, thrust it into her time and time again, as hard as she could, just like a dildo.
As Mum came, the obscenities of orgasm spurted from her mouth, reverberating around the room seemingly for ages, until there was nothing at all, only the sounds of silence, in which even the slightest noise was magnified a thousand times. It was broken intermittently by her erratic gasping for breath, and the hard banging of her heart. My head was on her breast, and so the noise was transmitted directly into my ear.
This was the mother that I'd never seen, I actually wondered if anyone else had ever seen her like this. She was clearly not as out to it as she'd been the previous night, as she soon started to move, rolling over until she was enveloped in my arms. As she did she started to sob ever so softly.
"Mum, what's wrong?"
Still she continued to cry.
"Are you alright, did I hurt you?"
She raised herself up on one elbow as her tears fell onto my chest. "No darling, it was so beautiful, I've been thinking about this all week, I knew that it was going to happen between us. After Wednesday at the movies, it's all that I've had in my mind. I thought it was going to be good between us, but the reality far outstripped my expectations. I feel like I've been reborn, but please tell me that I'm not just a..." she paused for a moment, "I'm not just another fuck to you, am I, I know all about every boy wanting his mother, and I hope it's not a one night stand, you know, just another notch on the old six shooter?"
"Mum, the problem you've got is that now I've had you, I'm going to want you again, morning, noon and night, I want to get you to the point that you tell me that you can't make love again because you're just too sore."
Laughing she pushed me back down and put her head onto my chest saying, "I've thought about nothing else but this with you since Wednesday, I've been so turned on, I think that if any man had even touched me I would have raped him, I was so ready all the time. I'm just so sorry I didn't let you have me after the movies."
She raised her eyes and looked at me, "do you realise just how close you came to taking me then. All the way home I was trying to find a way to avoid us having a good night kiss, because if we had, there would have been no fight in me, none at all, I would have been yours on the floor, or anywhere else that you wanted me.
"Was it worth waiting for?"
"You be the judge," as she settled down in my arms, and eventually we must have drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke we were cupped into each other, Mum was still asleep and at some point during the night, one of us had pulled up the blankets, so that I was quite warm, but had a burning desire to empty my bladder.
As I came back from the bathroom, Mum had rolled over onto her back, but was still asleep. I stood over her just looking, her chest was rising and falling slowly. I reached down, gripped the blankets and carefully slid them all the way off her so that she was now naked.
Both hands were on her stomach, one slightly above the other, her head was to her left, and her hair was all over her face and the pillow. I looked at the clock, six twenty three, the sun was up giving me just enough light to see her clearly, she looked so small and vulnerable lying there. I must admit that I got quite emotional looking at her, she was completely at my mercy, she'd committed herself to me in a way that very few mothers ever have to their sons. It wasn't a sexual commitment alone, although that was at least a part of it, but the emotional aspect was a separate issue again, and cannot be understood by anyone who has never been in our situation.
Why you may ask did I get emotional about her lying there? Simply put, just as she'd made her commitment to me, I realised then that I'd made the same commitment to her, I knew that I wasn't going to be able to walk away from what had happened between us last night, and again just now. The future was going to be very interesting indeed.
I allowed my eyes and my thoughts to return to my mother lying there, her feet were apart, and her right leg slightly bent at the knee, so that as I moved to the end of her bed, her most intimate place was on show. I've never studied the body of a sleeping woman so closely before, and I wondered, was it normal for the lips to be open when she slept, as hers were now, there also appeared to be some wetness glistening, waiting in there for me.
My moving back to stand alongside her shoulders must have disturbed her as she drew in a deep breath, let it out, and then stretched sensually, like the feline that she was.
"Did you enjoy the view darling?" She knew what I'd been doing.
I nodded.
She looked at my cock, now semi erect only some twelve inches away from her face.
"And I'm enjoying my view too," she said, as I moved it a little closer to her mouth. "You want me to suck it don't you?" Not believing where this was going, I was only able to eagerly nod my response.
She raised herself up onto one elbow, leaned across and planted a kiss onto the end of it, then looked up at me saying, "you need to know that I'll love sucking your cock, but I'll hate it if you come into my mouth. I absolutely enjoy the power that my mouth gives me over a man, but the one time that I tried to swallow it for your dad, I had to run into the bathroom and throw up, I just hated the taste. So if you promise to tell me when it's coming out, I'll suck your cock for you."
I nodded eagerly, which boy wouldn't let his mother suck his cock, even if she wouldn't swallow, fuck, could this night get any better?
I moved closer to her, but she said, "no, lie besides me," and my beautiful mother then showed me a talent that I'd never even imagined that she could have possessed. When she talked about the power that she'd have over me, she certainly knew what she was talking about. I've no idea how many times she brought me to the brink of climax, before easing off and starting again. She was doing to me what I'd done to her. She used the tip of her tongue, her full sensuous lips, and what got to me every time was when she ran her teeth up and down my shaft, nibbling at it, before laying it in her hand and then softly biting the underside all the way from one end to the other.
It was too much for me, "coming, mum I'm coming now." She moved her face away, and using the nail of her right index finger gently massaged the very bottom of my cock, right where it meets my scrotum. This took me to a place that I'd never been before, I could talk about bolts of lightening, I could talk about waves crashing onto the shore, planes breaking the sound barrier and volcanoes erupting, it was all of that and more. I was now the one blacking out, I was the one whose only movement were trembling and spasms.
I opened my eyes to see Mum over me, looking down smiling, "did I get one back on you, did I son?"
I was left shaking my head, "Ma, I'm never letting you go, you're a keeper."
"Thanks, that's nice to hear," as she ran her finger through my semen, putting a small amount on it and bringing it up to her mouth, she looked as if she was going to lick it off, but at the last minute pulled away saying, "no, no, I can't do that, not even for you can I do that."
"But you waited until the very last second before you moved your mouth, that I thought that you were going to take it all in for me."
She shook her head sadly, saying, "I wish that I could, but I can't, don't ask me to, because it will never, ever, ever happen, ok?" Disappointed, I had to accept that it wasn't going to happen.
Most girls of my age accepted that head was a part of a full sexual relationship, obviously Mum being of an older generation didn't share that view.
She then pulled up the sheets, and we dozed again in each others arms, but eventually had to get up. I went into the shower while she changed their bed, and while she was in her shower, I changed my sheets.
I took everything down to the laundry and had started to make our breakfasts when Mum came down the stairs. My smile told the story, she was wearing a tight fitted top, which was designed to emphasis her breasts and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. She matched this with a denim skirt which ended mid thigh, both garments were just a bit tight, she looked so sexy, and boy did she know it, her radiant smile told me so.
Standing doing the laundry after breakfast I asked her, "Mum, are you fully dressed?" Hoping that she wasn't wearing underwear.
"There's only one way for you to find out."
I moved behind her and raised the denim skirt to see...white cotton panties, "Wow, white cotton panties Mum, they're my favourites, they're so much better than those silk triangles and dental floss that women wear today, these show off a woman's shape beautifully." As I spoke my hands were rummaging under her skirt, running all over her buttocks, cupping her cheeks, and sliding my fingers between them.
"I know they're your favourites," mother said dryly looking at me from under her eyebrows.
"What do you mean?"
"I noticed when I put them in the basket; they disappear more quickly than any of the others, that's why I'm wearing them for you today."
"How long have you known?" I should have been embarrassed, but for some reason I wasn't. Perhaps because she didn't seem mad at me, and was talking about it as if it were an everyday occurrence in polite society.
"How long have you been taking them?"
"About a year?"
"Liar."
"Would you believe two years?"
"No."
"Would you believe three?"
"That's more like it."
"You didn't mind?"
"No, actually when I was pissed off with your father for whatever reason, I'd leave them and then check on the basket to see how long it'd be before they disappeared, sometimes it was only a few minutes, and they'd be gone. Sometimes I knew that they'd still be warm from my body, and that gave me a big thrill too."
I had no idea what to say, and so I stood there grinning sheepishly.
"Do you know what I liked the best though Alex?"
"Tell me."
"When you brought them back and there'd be some of yours mixed with that of mine, I'd stand about right here and get hot thinking about what you'd done with them."
The sexual undercurrent was now back with us.
"What did you do then?" I'd moved very close to her and was hoping that she'd admit that she'd masturbated.
As I watched I noticed the thumb of her right hand was rubbing gently around the corner of the old washing machine, I say old because it was her mothers before hers. It was made more than twenty five years ago, before things were designed to last two weeks past their warranty period, and then fall apart. It was old, but bulletproof, it never broke down, it just got noisier, and rattled more every time that it was used.
Dad had several times complained about the noise and told her "just buy a new one," but she'd refused, I thought it strange as Mum didn't mind spending money at all. At the moment it'd just started the spin dry cycle, and was shaking so much that you thought that it may actually take off.
She seemed unsure of what to say next but continued to run her thumb around the corner of the washer.
"Well, tell me what did you do then?" I thought that I knew the answer, and wanted to push her to admit it.
Her eyes dropped and she said, "I can't believe that I'm going to do this in front of my son." With that she raised the front of her skirt, put her hand down those sexy white cotton panties, appeared to use her fingers to adjust herself, and then placed her clitoris carefully against the vibrating corner of the machine.
She then reached across to the far corner of the washer and pulled herself up, so that when her feet were completely off the ground, her entire body was lying along the top of the washer and she was shaking violently.
Mum turned her face towards me, and I could see it in her eyes, she was 'gone' already. Her mouth was slightly open, her tongue showed, and a small amount of saliva was collecting on the lid already, as it came from her mouth.
As for me, well I was just as into what was happening to her as she was, so I moved behind her, raised the now totally inadequate denim skirt, pulled down those white cotton panties that I loved so. And there she was, completely exposed, her lips were wet, open, and fluttering wildly, even her pubic hair was moving like an insects antennae.
I touched her, this served to intensify the feeling for her and she moaned in appreciation. In an instant my shorts were around my ankles and my cock was as far inside her as it would go.
The feeling, oh the feeling of being inside her as the spin cycle did what it wasn't really designed to do, but what it did so very well.
Neither my mother nor I were going to last very long at all in this situation. The feelings were the most exquisite that you can imagine. Neither of us were moving at all, the old washing machine was banging and clattering away, doing all the work for us.
I briefly thought about my father, and realised that we'd given him no thought at all, in fact, If he were to come home now, I'm not sure that I would have been able to pull out until after I'd finished with his wife.
As it was that didn't take long, I don't know who came first or if in fact anyone did, maybe it was a dead heat, the only thing I did know was that my mother made more noise than I did, she was awesome. It was a good thing that the door was closed or the neighbours would certainly have heard us.
Who knows, maybe they did anyway, but at that point, I really didn't care.
As I'd then finished I pulled out, but Mum of course was able to continue riding her mechanical lover, looking for even more relief. I stood behind her, just enjoying the view of her complete abandonment. As she shook and vibrated away, I saw the first signs of my semen being shaken out of her, there wasn't much, as I hadn't had much to give her, but there it was slowly snaking its way to freedom. Proof, if I needed any, that I'd come inside my mother once again.
My mother was just about to come again when the spin cycle came to a shuddering abrupt end. The silence was deafening, but the look of sheer frustration on her face quickly turned to one of sheer horror, as the next sound we heard after the machine stopped, was the front door closing.
My father was home.
Mum was in no condition to go and meet him, as she was still shaking, so it was up to me to quickly haul up my shorts, leaving my shirt out, and with Mum still draped across the top of the machine, trying to collect herself, I made my way out to intercept him.
"Hi Dad, how are you?" I sounded cheerful and hoped, sincere.
"Crap."
"Anything you want?"
"No, I haven't slept much, I'm having a shower and going to bed," and that was the last time I saw him for over two hours.
Mum then put her head around the corner, it was a good job that Dad didn't see her, as she was spaced out. Her eyes were wild, and she looked as if she were from another planet.
"I can't believe that I did that for you," she seemed to be in total shock.
"I'm glad you did, it was different."
"I don't know what came over me, you know, I really think that this is going a bit fast for me."
"Have you done that on the washer often?"
She looked slightly embarrassed, "for years just about every wash day, and some days I washed when there was no need to. It was also a way for me to have sex when your father couldn't have sex, if you know what I mean. At that time of the month, I used to get even hornier than ever, so I did a lot of washing. But do you know what the best thing about that machine is?"
"No Mum, what?"
"I don't have to pretend to be interested in talking about some bullshit nonsense afterwards." She walked away laughing uproariously, she was getting back to her normal self.
When my father finally surfaced we were on the patio having a late lunch, he didn't seem to be interested in us, or what we were doing, although he did take a second look at the legs on show.
As we were all pretty tired we were in bed early that night, Dad went up first, Mum followed after a few moments, but then came back about two minutes later. She went to the place on the bench top were this whole episode had started, put her elbows on it, closed her eyes and waited.
I needed no second urging, I was there in a flash, she never opened her eyes even when our lips touched and our tongues crossed, it was however quite difficult kissing a woman who was grinning broadly.
I pulled away, "Mum."
She pulled back herself, looking annoyed, "what!!?"
"Nothing," and moved my mouth back towards hers, puzzled she moved to meet it, when she realised what it was that I'd made her move for. Her breasts had landed on the backs of my hands, and my thumbs were massaging her nipples, just as they had last week. Press and release, press and release, press and release. But this time there were no complaints from her about it, none at all.
We kissed, just as we had last week, this kiss, as the other one had, went on for several minutes, when Mum pulled back and then moved away shaking her head slowly.
"Something wrong?"
"It's been a big eight days."
I nodded.
She walked further away, and again as she had last week steadied herself on the furniture as she passed. A half way across the room she turned looking pensive. "There's a lot to think about Alex."
Again I nodded.
She stood there standing still, choosing her words carefully before speaking, before finally looking at me and saying, "I love you Alex."
"I love you too Mum."
"No Alex, I love you, do you know what I mean by that?"
I froze, not sure what I was supposed to say to that, so I went into my fallback mode of just nodding, as if I did understand.
Her eyes were piercing as she said, "I don't think that you do son, I don't think that you really do."
When she got to the stairs, she turned looking very seriously at me, "no I don't think you know what this weekend has done to me, you see, a man only needs a place to make love, a woman needs a reason, and you've given me that reason."
I was beginning to realise that there was more to this than just a good weekend of great sex. I then understood what she meant when she said, "I love you Alex," in that instant, I knew that there was more to this than either of us had intended. Neither of us had thought it through beyond last night, and neither she nor I knew where it was going to end.
After locking up and saying good night to Bozo, I went to bed also. As I pulled down the sheets, I saw that Mum had left me a little present, the white cotton panties that she'd been wearing today. She'd placed them so that I could see that, as she put it, "some of mine had mixed with some of hers."
This was too good an opportunity to miss, so I slept in them, and in the morning, added a lot more of mine to hers. Then as Dad was still getting ready for work, made a great production of walking past Mum in the kitchen saying, "I'll put my dirty clothes in the basket." Her eyes flicked down to the bundle that I was carrying, and saw that her underwear was placed on the top, spread open for her to see just how much of mine I'd added to hers.
That night when Dad came home from work he was very subdued, saying very little at all, and not eating much of his dinner. There was clearly something bothering him, so mum gave me the nod to go out. When I returned over an hour later, Dad was in bed. Mum then told me that Dad's boss Jason, who'd been at the party on Saturday night, had called him into the office and given him a warning that his performance wasn't up to standard.
Apparently Dad was going into work every Monday worse for wear, and then not doing much at all, often making mistakes. When Jason had seen how drunk Dad got at the party, he knew what the problem was, and told him that if he showed up hung over again, they'd let him go.
This had Dad worried, as he was now forty six, and wasn't sure that he'd be able to get another job, and certainly not one as good as he had now. Mum had talked with him about it, and they'd decided that the best thing for him was to try to give up alcohol, by cutting down significantly, starting now.
He knew that this was going to be hard, as even though he'd said for many years that his drinking wasn't a problem, he knew deep down that it was, and he was now faced with that reality, and it was going to be hard for him.
After Mum and I'd talked, it was almost ten thirty, she went up to check on Dad then came back and sat next to me. I put my arm around her, she put her legs over mine, and then her arm across my waist. This allowed me to cup her breast in my left hand, and then slide my right one along her leg to go under her skirt. finally resting it on her bare buttocks inside her underwear.
"Alex we really needed for you and I to talk about us tonight, the weekend was so intense, but it's incest, no matter how much love there is in it, it's incest, and that's wrong"
I looked at her curled up in my arms and shook my head, "no Mum, there's nothing wrong between a mother and her son."
"It doesn't matter which way that you look at it, it's still wrong."
We talked around the subject for a few minutes, and then she started to yawn as it was time for bed, we kissed for a while and then she got up and went up the stairs, only to reappear a minute later, with her briefs in her hand. She used her thumb, and two fingers of the other hand to fire them across to me, "They're not white, and they're not cotton, but I'm sure they'll do the job for you, and if you look at them closely you'll find out how much time I've spent thinking about you today." She turned and was gone.
As she said, they weren't white and they weren't cotton, but they were bright red satin, which were my second favourite pair. I didn't have to look closely at them at all to see how much she'd been thinking about me, the evidence was clear to see, and sticky.
I of course wore them that night, and again in the morning drew attention to the fact that I was putting my laundry into the basket, with her present to me on the top, so that she could see what value I'd got from them, and what the return on her investment was.
For the next two nights Dad only had one beer after his dinner, and seemed to not know what to do with himself, and on both nights when he went to bed, he made it clear that as he was going, he thought Mum should go as well.
Then it hit me, jealousy, I was jealous of Mum sleeping with Dad in case they had sex, I thought that his going without his beer may turn his mind to other 'vices'. Mum told me the next morning that she'd had the same thought, but he just rolled over and went to sleep without even saying goodnight. She then made the obvious point that at some time, he would want sex, and she'd eventually have to give it to him, as she said, "how many headaches can a girl have and still be believed?"
The only positive at this time was that Mum was leaving me a 'present' every night in my bed, and I of course was putting my laundry into the basket for her every morning.
On Thursday morning I overheard Mum telling Dad that she'd swapped shifts with someone for that day, and as she'd be starting work late, would be home late also, so she'd be doing the washing before she went to work.
Dad and I drove out together, and I followed him to the end of the street, before pulling over and phoning the office saying that I'd be late as I'd got a puncture and the spare was flat too. I then did four left turns and parked the car in front of next door, walked up our drive, through the side gate, and sat on the bench on the back porch, under the laundry window and waited.
Ten minutes later Mum started the washing, and was moving around inside the house singing to herself, right until the spin cycle started, when she came back into the laundry. At this point, I knew exactly what she was doing, and exactly what I had to do.
I ducked under the laundry window, slid open the patio door, and moved into the kitchen, from where I could see the laundry door. It was only open a fraction, but enough for me to see the top of Mums head as she lay on the washing machine. She was shaking noticeably by now, and the machine was banging away loudly.
Quickly I shed my clothes, moved to the door, listened to the machine for a brief moment, and then slowly pushed it open. She saw the movement and her face registered her shock.
"Holy fuck," she said as she went to get up and then seeing that it was me, looked slightly embarrassed, but went back to enjoying the feelings that she was receiving.
As the door opened fully, I saw that she was totally naked, having put a small towel over that important corner to make it more comfortable for her lips. Her eyes flicked down to my erection, and she smiled.
"How did you know?" Her voice sounded strange with the vibrations affecting her throat.
"I just knew, and that's all you need to know." I moved behind her and stood watching as the pressure built up inside her.
"Are you looking at me, Alex?"
"Of course, your lips are open, wet, and fluttering with the vibrations."
She moaned and said, "I love you looking at me there, that's such a special place for us both, it doesn't belong to anyone else now."
I looked at my erection, "yes, and I like to look at you, as much as you like being looked at."
I saw the muscles start to tense as she pushed forward against the corner, I put my long finger inside of her, and felt the muscles grab at it, and then as I moved that finger around the perimeter of her opening, the little brown hole started to wink at me. She was on the way now, soon she was calling out those cries that cannot be misinterpreted as any thing other than a climax ravaging someone's body. I knew that the machine had done it's work as she ground her hips hard against the corner, as I might grind my hips as I came inside her.
A moment or so after she'd finished, just for a few seconds she moved away from the corner, repositioned herself back against it, lay again on the top, and recommenced her enjoyment. This was then my moment to enter into her, I stood there, not moving as before, but letting the vibes take care of me, as they were of her.
There was absolutely no way that I could hold off, or deny the feelings that were flowing into my body, and I wasn't even going to try, so that in less than ten seconds I was thrusting into her, depositing millions of little tadpoles, which of course would die in that special place of ours, as my mother was on the pill.
At least I hoped that she was, the thought hit me that I might just want to check that, but of course, it was a bit late to start worrying about it now.
I pulled out and once again watched as the first evidence of my deposit started to flow from her. Then she called out, "are you watching me Alex, because I'm coming now?"
"I'm watching Mum."
She had this thing about me looking at her, just the thought of it sent her off into a greater frenzy than before. She was grinding her pelvis into the corner of the machine, so hard that it seemed to me that she was at that point where pain becomes pleasure.
Finally she was spent, and as the cycle wasn't finished yet, she almost fell down onto legs shaking so badly, that she had to put her hand onto the laundry trough to steady herself. Her eyes were glazed, her skin bright red from the blood running to it, and she was panting as if she'd just run a marathon in record time.
Eventually she got a level of composure. "I was thinking about you and what we'd done in here on Sunday when the door opened, it was a shock, I didn't know if I was imagining it, was it a dream, or were you really here?"
Mum then came into my arms and we shared a few moments together before I knew that I'd have to go to work. She wanted to clean my cock for me, but I wanted it left as it was with her still on it. I did however need to empty my bladder, so she came to watch me. The look on her face was one of pure anticipation, I asked her, "do you want to hold it?"
She nodded eagerly, I slid down my zip, and then let my arms drop to my sides. Mum reached in and took my cock from out of my slacks. Her eyes were alive, and as the flow started, she made two figures of eight, and then splashed it up and down the bowl until the flow slowed, and finally spluttered to a stop.
She looked disappointed, "is that it?"
"Until the next time." That seemed to satisfy her.
"So what are you going to do now Mum?"
"Oh, I'm sure there's more washing around somewhere, I'm just going to have to look hard and find it." Not having the time to help my mother rid our house of the health hazard present in unwashed laundry, I then went to work. Work which for some strange reason, was very difficult for me to concentrate on that day.
On Saturday afternoon I told Mum that I was going to have a coffee on the front porch, and would she like to join me. I chose the front porch because Dad was mowing the back lawns and it was quieter out there.
After five minutes or so, a large German Shepherd came bounding up the street, and seeing us turned up the drive. Mum was wary at first but it seemed friendly enough, and was more interested in playing, 'you sniff mine, and I'll sniff yours,' with Bozo.
"I wonder who it belongs to, it's too nice a dog to be running around loose," said Mum.
At that point a rather attractive middle aged woman came running up, the first thing that I noticed were that her large breasts were bouncing, there's a theory that big breasted women shouldn't run, but I don't subscribe to that at all.
Our eyes met for a moment, she paused, her eyebrows raised, she then smiled, looked at the Shepherd and said "there you are you bitch, I'm sick of you getting out." The dog only sat there with its tongue out, dribbling, and wagging its tail at her. "Sorry folks," she said laughing, "she's a real Houdini, I just can't seem to keep her in... Her voice trailed off when she looked at Mum, "I know you, you're Mary Wilson, aren't you?"
Mum looked surprised, "well I used to be, but now I'm Mary Martin, I'm sorry though, I don't recognise you."
The woman stuck out her hand, "I'm Jane Clark, but you knew me as Jane Norman, we had the furniture shop in High Street, and you went to school with my brother Peter."
Mum introduced me to her long lost friend, we smiled at each other, shook hands, and from then on I was as much use as sun block in a snow storm, they just ignored me. Then followed the normal shrieks of laughter as they played, "hey do you remember this, and what happened to the red haired girl with freckles?"
Dad hearing the commotion came out and asked, "what's going on?" I told him, "you don't want to know," so he went away, just in time to miss Jane saying, "unless I'm mistaken, didn't my brother get your cherry?" This was met with more shrieks of laughter, as Mum punched her in the shoulder looking red faced at me."Mary don't be embarrassed, someone had to get it," this then sent them off in gales of laughter again. Jane continued, "don't feel that you're special, he got more cherries than anyone around at the time as he had the biggest dick that anyone had ever seen, he was deformed."
Mum still red faced said rather wistfully, "oh yes I remember him well."
"Of course you do, we all remember him for that."
There was silence, and then Mum said, "we?"
"Yes, he was poking it into anything with hair around it, and I didn't see why I should miss out, just because he was my brother." Mum was again blushing, but not enough to stop her joining in more shrieks of laughter, at that point I left them to it.
Later Mum came in still red faced, saying, "she's terrible, I'm glad you left because some of the things that she told me she's done, well, I don't think that I could've sat and listened with you there." The spark in her eyes, and the sounds of her laughter told me that she'd enjoyed the woman's company more than she cared to admit.
"Did you exchange numbers?"
"Yes but you're not getting hers, I'm keeping her away from you," she looked around to see if anyone was able to hear her, and then whispering as if it were a state secret, "she had sex with her own brother, that's inc..." Her voice trailed off as she realised where she was going with it.
I raised my eyebrows to her, as she, not for the first time today looked like a beetroot.
"What's happening?" Dad came in the door.
"Nothing, I gotta pee," as Mum fled, taking her red face from the room.
Dad shook his head and went to the fridge for a beer, and for the fourth or fifth time today looked annoyed at himself, slamming the door shut. He was rationed to one beer a night, and three a day at the weekend. It was hard for him, but it was all his own fault.
The next day, I announced my intentions of taking Bozo for a walk, and asked Mum if she wanted to come with me, she said she wasn't sure, until Dad looked at her arse and said, "it might do you good." Some things never change do they?
So just after lunch I got Bozos' lead, and we walked down the street, with the dog not on the leash, just ambling along in front of us. But when we got to the corner of the next street, he took off running.
"Come back," called Mum, but of course dogs come back when they feel like coming back, and Bozo didn't feel like it just at that moment.
As we turned into that street, it was just in time to see him running into a house further along, so there seemed to be no reason to chase after him. When we reached that house, there he was with the German Shepherd from yesterday, with its owner, Jane, sitting on a chair in the front garden. "Well hello you two, I didn't think you'd be too far behind Bozo."
"Oh hello again Jane, what a coincidence, I haven't seen you for twenty years, and now it's two days running."
"Yes, put the dogs out the back Alex, and then come inside for a coffee." I did as Jane suggested, and the two women then moved inside. I went in the back door, and just as they'd done yesterday, they giggled and shrieked about things that had happened a half a lifetime ago, which were funny to them, but not so much to me now.
After about a half an hour, Mum said, "I guess we should be going, I've got stuff to do." We all got up and carried our cups to the sink. As we got to there, Mum must have seen the smile and the look that past between Jane and I because her eyebrows went up, her mouth fell open, and she whirled around to look at me, before turning to face Jane. The realisation had hit her of who Jane was, "Jane, you're Jane, you're Alex's Jane, aren't you, you're Alex's Jane?"
"No Mary, I'm Malcolm's Jane actually, but as he's off fucking around with penguins and snow in Antarctica, someone has to take care of me. So for the moment you're probably right, I am Alex's Jane, and I'm not sure that I'm in any hurry for Malcolm to return anyway as your son is a very fast leaner. Have you any idea just how good he is in bed now?"
Mum still somewhat taken aback by her discovery, and without thinking said, "yes, yes I know."
There was silence in the room as Jane's eyes went up, and her jaw dropped.
"You know!!?"
The back of Mum's neck suddenly went bright crimson, as Jane looked at me, "so that's why I haven't seen you as much recently as I used to, is it?"
She took both of Mum's hands, held them out from her, and appraised Mum's body. "Hey not bad, not bad at all, how old is she anyway?"
"Forty two."
Hmm, two years older than me, but still in her prime. So am I to take it that your mother is the beneficiary of all the on the job training that I've given you?"
I was grinning far too much to speak.
"Well ain't you the one, you sly dog?" said Jane shaking her head in amazement.
Mum was slowly coming back to life, pulling her hands away from Jane's and mumbling something about us having to go now.
Jane asked, "Do you really have to go Alex?"
Still grinning I shook my head.
Jane turned to Mum, ran her hand down the side of her face, "this may not turn out too badly after all, what do you think Mary?"
Mum only seemed to be capable of mumbling at that moment.
Jane put her mouth right up against Janes ear and whispered, "have you any idea just how satisfying a threesome can be, a ménage a trios' as the French say?"
Mum's mumbling only got worse at that thought, but my head was racing, my feelings for my mother were being subverted by the carnality and potential of Jane's suggestion. My erection of course made rational thinking obsolete. The prospect of having both of my ladies in a bed at the same time was mind blowing.
To go with it or not, that was the question? And it seemed from Mum's inaction, that it was being left to me to decide, as Jane was defiantly up for it. This was not a decision that any twenty two year old man should have to make, so I didn't. I watched to see how Mum would react, if she protested at all, then we'd leave, but if not...?
I didn't know if Mum was thinking about Jane's suggestion, or just frozen in time. I knew that Dad had neglected her for years, so maybe that hot women, long submerged and ignored was up for another new experience. When you think about it, after letting your son take you, there can't be too many more taboo's to break through.
Still Mum said nothing, so Jane after a long look at me, smiled and moved forward to stand very close to Mum, who moved back about two feet, still saying nothing, and then moved back again as Jane became pressed hard up against her.
Unfortunately she didn't get to go back much further, as I was only about a foot behind her. Mum looked over her shoulder at me with concern in her eyes. "Alex," she said, the concern in her voice matching that in her eyes. And then she spun around with her mouth open in shock because Jane was pinching the nipple of her right breast.
"Jane!!" And then spun back to me as I slipped my hand between her buttocks and fondled her.
"Alex!!" she called out as she then spun back again to face Jane who's other hand slid between Mums thighs to touch mine in the gap under her skirt.
Mums eyes and mouth were wide open, because Jane had now moved her hand from between Mums legs and was undoing the buttons of her blouse. Mum seemed to be incapable of speech as she looked down wide eyed at Jane's fingers as they went stealthily about their work. It may have helped that one of my hands was still between Mums legs, and the other had taken over from Jane, pulling on her nipple.
For all of this time, I was watching to see if Mum showed any signs of distress, but she didn't, it was more fear of the unknown I thought, but I also felt that I saw something else in there as well...was it lust that I could see? I thought that if she'd been going to do or say anything, she surely would have done so by now.
"No, please Jane, I don't think that I like women." She got out at last.
"That's not what you told me last weekend, Mum. You told me that you wanted to meet Jane, and that if it was as good with her, as it was with me, that you might consider playing for the other team."
"Yes, but that was just in the moment, I didn't really mean it." She tried to turn to face me, but couldn't as she was now jammed between us with both pressing our hips hard into her, "I didn't mean it Alex, I didn't mean for you to take me literally."
I knew that the moment had come for me to be sure that Mum was cool with this, it wasn't about Jane who was now off and running. It wasn't about me, as I could be convinced either way, although I must say, I was very much warming to the direction that Jane was taking us.
I put my mouth close to mum's ear, "Mum, are you ok with this, because we can stop it if you're not?"
She paused for a moment, closed her eyes, put her mouth to my ear and whispered, "I'm scared, I've had to suppress my urges for so many years, I know I could have tried so many more things, and been so much more, and really thought that we would until he started to drink so much that he just became a different person. I'm scared of where this'll take me, but I'm exited at the same time. You will look after me won't you Alex?"
"Of course I will, but once we start, I may not want to stop, in fact I may not be able to."
Her eyes had that mixture of fear and excitement, as she paused again for a long moment, before sighing, and then turning back put her head onto Janes shoulder, her mouth against her neck and started to suck on her neck.
It seemed that we were away.
At this point Jane had the buttons undone, and pushed Mums blouse off her shoulders, I completed the process from behind, and after dropping the blouse onto the floor, unsnapped her bra, and threw that away also, she was now naked from the waist up. It was noticeably that despite her protests, my mother had made no real attempt to move from between us.
"Great tits Mary," said Jane, "to say that you've had three kids, they're fabulous," as she bent down to suck on one of them.
My hands then slid around to the front of Mums skirt, unclipped it, and the wrap around fell to the floor around her feet. The stripping of my mother was completed by my pushing down her underwear, which to my great delight turned out to be white cotton panties, so that they ended up anchored just above her knees. I left them there as I thought that they looked much more erotic than if she was totally naked, if anything she looked so very sexual like that, as it emphasised her nudity and vulnerability.
My fingers now slid back between her legs and into her slit, only to find that Jane's hand was already there, so we played finger hockey inside of my mother for a while. Mum was now no longer showing any reluctance towards us, the level of pleasure had overridden her hesitancy to let Jane touch her. She was in fact doing nothing but moaning and moving her hips, with her hands now on Janes forearms, and her nails digging into them, as she continued to mark Jane's neck.
Jane stepped back looking appraisingly at Mum, "not bad at all Alex, we've sure got a bit to work with."
I nodded agreement, moving my hands to Mums breasts, cupping them, and caressing the nipples gently, as I did I slid my erection between her legs, moving my hips to continue her stimulation. Jane stepped forward, pressing her entire body against Mum, as she did she touched my mother between her legs, only to find that my cock was already there.
Jane then dropped to her knees and put her tongue between Mums thighs, not only licking Mum, but her tongue was just able to reach the tip of my cock as I pushed it between my mother's legs. If there's a heaven somewhere that's as good as this was turning out to be, then I'm volunteering to go there. This was just so far beyond my expectations, and the sex hadn't even started yet.
As Jane stepped back again to digest more of Mums body, I slid my hands down the front to her groin, and then used the index fingers of both hands to spread her lips wide apart. My eyes met those of Jane, we nodded to each other, a nod that said there was now no resistance expected, we now had my mother where we wanted her, or more likely where she herself wanted to be.
Any doubts disappeared as Mum rolled her head back onto my shoulder, with her mouth against my ear. The short sharp shuddering of her breath, and the softly spoken words, "don't hurt me, please don't hurt me," confirmed that we'd taken possession of her.
"Mary, look at me," when she did, Jane said," bedroom...now!"
Mum nodded several times, reached down to pull up those white panties, and then followed Jane up to her bedroom.
Jane stood by the bed, turned to face Mum, and started to take off her own clothes, she had a good body, to me not as good as Mums, but still pretty damn good with those big breasts and wide hips, thankfully she didn't shave her pubic area.
Mum was uncertain what to do as Janes clothes hit the carpet one after the other. She'd never been with a naked woman, about to have sex with her before, so it was a whole new ball game for her, if you know what I mean.
As soon as Jane was naked, she stood there letting Mum and I look at her body, Jane was not at all self conscious in any way. In fact I knew from first hand experience, that she quite enjoyed showing herself off to complete strangers, wether in the house or outside. Mum took her eyes off Janes body, turned to me with fear of the unknown in her eyes and again asked softly, "please don't hurt me, promise you'll not hurt me."
"Mum," I said, "you told me that you loved me, and then said that you didn't think that I fully understood what you meant by that, well, I'm going to show you how much I love you by giving you this experience with Jane. When you leave here later today, you'll never be the same again, but we won't hurt you, will we Jane?'
"Not a chance, We want you to come back again, wether, it's with both of us, just me, or just Alex, this is your house for sex, at least until Malcolm returns, and even when he does, who knows?" Her eyebrows went up.
I was quick to scotch that, "no way Jane, I don't mind sharing Mum with you, if that's what she wants, but another man, not a chance."
Her eyebrows went up again, "really, well what about your father then?"
That really hit home and I didn't know what to say, because of course, she was still his wife, when Mum said firmly, "I'll deal with that when I have to." For someone in the throes of sexual excitement, her response was surprisingly resolute.
"Great," said Jane, and then added, "now do you want to remove those for me?" Indicating her briefs.
"No Jane, come here and look at this," as I turned Mum around, "look at her arse, I love her in white cotton panties, I just want to eat my way through into her when she wears them. They just follow the contours of her body better than anything else."
Jane came and dropped to her knees before gently fondling Mums rear, "just beautiful," she said as her hands cupped Mums cheeks, "I'll bet my brother wouldn't mind sticking his nine and a half inches into that again after all these years."
"Not a chance Jane, she's mine now." I put my mouth on Mums ear and said, "you're mine now aren't you?" as Jane's hands and fingers continued to explore Mums body.
She nodded, but that wasn't enough for me, not only did Mum have to admit it to herself, but Jane had to realise that she was the only one that I was prepared to share her with, and maybe only this one time.
"Say It for me Mum, I need to hear the words from your mouth."
"Yes Alex, when I said I loved you, I knew then that I was yours and yours alone. I think what you want me to say to you, is that you own me now." She looked at me with tears in her eyes, and repeated, "I'm yours."
By now Jane had removed Mums cotton panties and her face was buried deep into my mother's pubic hair, with her hands behind Mum, massaging her cheeks, and at the same time running her fingers between them, touching and stimulating her. Mums hands were on the back of Janes head, with her own head was thrown back, her mouth open, and her eyes closed.
Jane stood up, took Mum by the hand, lead her to the bed, then turned her around so that her back was to it, and then taking both of Mums nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pushed her backwards onto the bed.
Mum yelped as her nipples stretched as far as they could before tearing free of Janes fingers, the fear in her eyes had to be seen to be believed. She fell, her legs wide open, crying out, "please don't hurt me Jane," she turned to me and repeated her plea, "Alex, don't let her hurt me."
Jane put her mouth right against Mums ear and in a stage whisper said, "oh you're ok, we never tie people up the first time."
I almost burst out with laughter, but Mum thought that Jane was serious, and started to whimper, "tie me up, no please don't do that."
Jane being very serious said, "I told you, not the first time, but when you come back again, we will."
I could see that she believed everything that Jane was saying. It'd be interesting to see if she would come back again, but I guessed that only time would tell.
Then Mum in her little girl afraid voice said, "not this time then, but you will if I come back again?"
Jane added, "yes and every other time you come back."
Mum nodded, that seemed to appease her, but that wasn't the response that I would have bet the rent on coming from Mum. She was looking to be assured that we weren't going to tie her up this time, but failed to realise that she'd almost admitted that coming back again was an attractive proposition to her.
As Jane moved to lie on top of Mum she said, "I think if you're anything like your son you might be into kissing," and before she received an answer, her mouth captured Mums, and they were away in their own canoe, on that slowly moving river. Mums arms were around Jane's neck, and it soon became clear that she was as involved in that kiss as she'd ever been with me. The kiss, as ours did, went on and on. Like most men I'd fantasised about being with two women making love, but this wasn't a fantasy, this was happening right in front of me.
To see two women kissing and deeply into each other is just so erotic that I wanted it to never stop. They did their best to make that happen, as the kiss went on and on for several minutes, Jane seemed to be in control, she was kissing Mum who was just lying there, letting it happen to her. The only sounds coming from her were moans and sighs, indications of a greater commitment to come, when I saw Jane's hand slide down Mum's stomach, heading for the pubic area.
As soon as Jane's hands slid between Mums thighs, her legs sprang wider apart, she was totally exposed, but didn't seem to be aware or even care. Mum was completely involved with Jane to the point that she reached down, took hold of Janes hand and guided it until her fingers slipped inside of her.
Jane and Mum were still kissing passionately, but Mum still managed to moan loud enough for me to hear clearly. As Janes fingers worked their magic, Mums hands were all over Jane, and eventually found their way to between her legs. Our eyes met briefly, but she was seeing nothing at this point, her entire being had been high jacked by the attention being payed to her by Jane and I, but mostly Jane at the moment.
It was at this point that I realised that I had in fact become surplus to their needs again, I was now a spectator, and as they showed no intentions of asking me to join them in their fun anymore, I went to a chair in the corner, and enjoyed the view of my mother in her moment of complete abandonment.
Fuck it was horny to watch as Jane had her way with my mother, who was now spreadeagled legs wide open as Jane worked on her. I knew from my time in Jane's bed, that she at one point, when Malcolm had been away before, had got so desperate for sex that she'd gone with a woman, and found that it wasn't that bad at all, and from then on she was happy to play both sides of the ball.This previous relationship with that woman had continued, with his agreement, after Malcolm came home. Right up until the other woman moved interstate two years later, and now she was using that experience on my mother to great effect.
Mum was on her back, when Jane swung her leg over her and they were then into the sixty nine position, although it was clear that the nine was doing much more work than the six. Mum was just lying there doing very little at all, only moaning, leaving Jane to do all the work. I soon saw why this was the case, as my mothers body was now a bright shade of red, and was starting to shake all over.
She was approaching her climax, and as I sat in the chair and watched her, she came, her body convulsing as the shocks slammed into her body. Time after time, after time it jerked up, only to fall down again, and then jerk up, to fall down again.
Soon she was calm, but Jane continued to gently invade her private space with her fingers, Mum now started to show interest in performing some stimulation of her own on Jane, and to do that she pulled Jane's body down, so that she could use her tongue and fingers, as Jane had done on her.
I was to say the least, rock hard erect, and now needed to gain some relief from somewhere, anywhere, I just didn't care, I simply needed to get off. What I really wanted to do most of all though, was to come inside of my mother; it was after all her day more than it was Janes, or mine. But when I got to where Mums opening was I couldn't get into it, as with Jane on top working her magic, her head was in the way between Mums legs.
By this time, I was so desperate for release, that I went to the other side of the bed, pulled Janes hips up and away from Mum, and rammed myself into her slit as hard as I could. Mums eyes were wide open as she watched her sons cock enveloped by Janes wet and welcoming lips.
I was ramming myself into Jane when I felt the most wonderful feeling ever, Mum was sucking my balls as they swung above her face. There was nothing else for me to do, so I came. Thrusting hard into Jane, and calling out as never before, I pulled Janes hair until she had to look back at me as I emptied my load into her. I expected to see Jane looking back at me, but instead saw only an animal with her lips curled back showing me her teeth in a snarl that any animal in the jungle would have been proud of. Then finally, I was spent, my hands reached down to the mattress for support, and I let Janes body take all of my weight, as I fought for breath.
Eventually, I was able to get under control, slid out of Jane, and stepped back to be able to see my mothers face. If Janes was that of an animal, Mums matched it equally, she'd been less than a foot away as I'd serviced myself on Jane, and I could see that it'd had a major effect on my mother. Jane now had gone back to working on Mum, and so that the sexual experience she was undergoing kept on happening for her.
Then I saw it, I think just a split second before Mum did, my semen started to run from Jane. It seemed to be in slow motion as it ran down her opening, falling in a string down towards Mums chest, when at the very, very last possible instant, after waiting as long as she could before making her decision, her tongue flicked out, caught it and took it down into her mouth.
It was only a small amount, but it was a very big moment in our relationship.
Her gaze moved up to mine for a moment to make sure that I'd seen, and then returned to ensure that she was able to catch the next white rope that fell from Jane, also taking that into her mouth.
Mums gaze was fixed firmly on the opening just above her as she waited for the next stream of white to appear, and soon she was rewarded as a third worm slid slowly down Janes lips. It seemed to be suspended in mid air for an eternity, the tension built as Mum waited, holding out her tongue, and silently willing it to fall, so that she could harvest, and then devour it. Eventually gravity won the fight, and it fell, to be caught in mid flight by Mums tongue, which was that of a lizards flicking out to catch an insect.
There seemed to be no more coming for a time, and not prepared to wait any longer she went looking for the next lot by dragging Janes body down to her face, and burying it into her crotch. She feverishly sought out more of the precious liquid, so that before too long Mums face was covered in the juices of both Jane and I.
The net effect of this was to make Jane come, her head dropped down as she ground herself into Mums face. For all of this time I was in shock, as for the first time in her life, my Mother had swallowed cum, and it was mine.
When Jane was finished she rolled over exhausted, with her legs wide apart. Normally if there's a woman with her legs open, any man will look at her, but not this man, and not now.
My eyes were fixed on Mum, I knelt besides the bed, put my mouth next to her ear and whispered, "Mum, you swallowed it, you swallowed my cum."
There were tears in her eyes when she said haltingly, "there's nothing that I won't do for you Alex, nothing at all, because as you said before, there's nothing wrong between a mother and her son. And the next time that we make love, I want to do sixty nine with you, I'll show you that there's absolutely nothing at all that I won't do for you."
She then held her arms out to me indicating that she wanted to be held, I moved to the bed, and she came into my arms. I looked behind her at Jane, our eyes met, but she was now surplus to our needs, just as I'd been to theirs just a few short moments ago.
Mum put her mouth to my ear and said, "this is how it could have been, and should have been with your father, but he chose alcohol over me. For the last fifteen years, I've just been nothing more to him than what you young people call a cum dump. He's taken care of us financially ok I guess, but that's all, and money isn't everything anyway, my emotional and physical needs have just been completely ignored. When you kissed me last Saturday night, all the old feelings came back, and I knew that not only was that the way that it used to be, but that's the way that it should be still. I don't know what the future holds for us, but if I have to make a choice, I'm not going to lose you. I think the term you used was, you're a keeper."
As she finished speaking Mum put her face against my neck and I felt the hot tears falling onto my shoulder, tears that I knew to be of happiness, because she could now see a way forward with someone who could and would appreciate her, as she should have been appreciated for all of these years.
We stayed with Jane only for a short time more after this, as Mum and I wanted to be able to talk about what'd happened. As we walked back home, with Bozo on the leash this time, she slipped her arm through mine, and let it rest on my hand. It was such a beautiful moment.
As soon as we entered the house my father broke the spell by yelling at us, "just where the fuck have you been?"
Shocked I looked at Mum and then at him, he was drunk, he'd finished off his three beers for today, and had worked his way through until about Thursday.
"Where've you been, you've been gone over three hours."
The passage of time had had no impact on us, we looked first at him, and then each other. We'd been so involved with each other and Jane that time was the last thing on our minds.
I'd no idea what to say, but Mum saw attack as the best form of defence getting right into his face, telling him how we ran into Jane, that we'd sat and have coffee with her, and then blasting Dad for not calling us if he was concerned, as we both had our phones with us. She finally rounded it out by pointing out that as today was Sunday, tomorrow would be Monday, and he'd be going into work hung over again, and that Jason was going to sack him, as he'd threatened to do.
This point got through to Dad who went white, and his eyes filled with tears, "oh shit Mary, I never thought of that, I was just so desperate for a drink, no one was here to notice it, no one was here to stop me, so I just had one more, and then one more, and before I knew it... his voice trailed of and his hand waved vaguely towards the seven empties on the table.
"Alex, take him into the garage put him on your walking machine for an hour, try to walk it out of him, we'll have an early dinner and he can go to bed to try to sleep it off."
I went to set up the walker, as I did I heard Mum yell, "Rich, get the fuck out of my sight before I hit you with the fry pan."
Dad came into the garage looking shocked, "Your mother just swore at me, I've never heard her swear before."
"You lose your job tomorrow, and you'll hear a lot more of it from her, now get on the machine."
He did as he was told, I set it at a pace that he could handle, and went back to Mum, "walking won't sober him up...will it?"
"Maybe, I don't know, I just want him out of my sight." Then I noticed her tears. "I've just had one of the most beautiful days of my life, I walked in the door so full of love and contentment, to be greeted by drunken abuse, it's brought me right back to earth with a thud." She looked towards the garage, "once an arsehole, always an arsehole."
I put my arms around her for a while, then made us a coffee, and we sat drinking it, holding hands for half an hour, then Mum started dinner.
When it was cooked, I got him from the garage, he'd been walking for over an hour and completed almost six miles. His work involved sitting at a desk so he wasn't fit at all, and after this exercise, he looked stuffed. He asked me the same question that I'd asked Mum, "will walking sober me up?"
"It helps the body to absorb the alcohol." I sounded as though I knew what I was talking about, so he nodded, "ok, although all it's done is to make me tired."
Mum had made Nasi Goreng, Dad didn't like Nasi Goreng, in fact Dad hated Nasi Goreng, but after only a brief hesitation, he ate it.
He may've been drunk, but he wasn't stupid, you thought that about now he may be starting to regret yelling at Mum. We ate ours, and then she sat with a very satisfied look on her face right through to the end as he struggled with his."
"Well!?" she said as she took his plate.
"Thank you, it was very nice."
Then the solid gold, diamond studded bitch that's lurking in every woman surfaced as she said,
"that's good, I made a big pot of it, so we'll be having it again, at least for tomorrow, now go to bed and sleep it off."
As he climbed the stairs, Mum said, "I think from now on, he might just do as he's told, if he knows what's good for him."
After an hour she went up to see him, came down and said, "out to it and snoring his head off."
Mum sat very close to me, as before, I put my arm around her, she put her legs over mine, her left breast found its way into my left hand, and my right hand skidded along her leg, under her skirt and into her briefs, where it found a home cupping her rear end.
Mum put her face under my chin against my neck and started to nibble at the skin. I squeezed both her nipple and her rear end, she murmured her appreciation.
"Would you like to make love, if Dad's so far out of it?"
She shook her head, "no Alex, sometimes there's more love in just being together like this, as we are now, in each others arms. Sex is nice, and very important to both of us, but our relationship has room for everything."
She raised herself up to look at me, and said, "You need to know that I meant what I said about you owning me now, so tell me, is there anything else that you want me to do," she paused, and then added, "if we go again to Janes, and you tie me up."
The words 'fuck really', were on the tip of my tongue, but I thought better of it. So after thinking for a moment said, "well Peter Norman got your cherry, I'm getting your throat cherry next time, that means that there's only one more cherry to go."
She sprang back, "No way Jose, there's no way that you're doing anal with me, never, ever, ever, and she looked as though she meant it."
"It's funny you know Mum. but that's what you said about swallowing my cum, do you remember that?"
The evil in her reappeared as she looked at me from under her eyebrows, and then with a big smile on her face said, "yes, I did say that, didn't I?"