Now don't get me wrong, we weren't broke or struggling to find food to eat -- but another mouth to feed was not a great idea as far as I was concerned. Especially a canine one.
"But he's like totally cute, mum!"
"You're eighteen," I sighed, already knowing deep down that I had lost the argument, "You should be out hunting down a girlfriend, not at home with an over-sized puppy."
Jamie shrugged, "It's not my fault we'll be in lockdown again next week. He'll be company for us."
"And the second the lockdown is over, or we're all vaccinated you really will be off trying to sniff out a female companion and your poor single mum here will be left with a puppy to look after, right?"
I received another shrug, "I'll be around for a while yet. There's like no way they'll get the universities sorted out for ages and he really will be great company anyway..."
"He's already huge! What breed is he?" The bundle -- the enormous bundle -- of black fur pointed his snout my way and I swear he grinned at me.
"He's a Newfie cross, mum, they're great--"
"They're vast, more like. Have you any idea how big they get? And anyway, what's he a Newfoundland crossed with? A horse?" The shrugs were coming thick and fast, "His owner wasn't sure. Their only other dog is a pug and there's no way--"
"Yes, I get the picture," I interrupted, "There's no need to go into detail. So, how did this thing's mother actually get pregnant? Let me guess -- a stray from the local stable escaped and ended up in their garden." I snorted, "Then ended up in this thing's mother!"
"Mum! It was nothing like that."
"An unnecessary comment but carry on."
"She escaped from their garden and that's all they really know."
I sighed as the big, black ball of fur licked my hand tentatively, "So it really could be fathered by anything, horses included."
"That's just silly," my son grinned, "But it must be something taller than a pug."
"Like a horse," I nodded, finally giving in and petting the now dribbling puppy. Its fur was luxurious -- so soft and dense...
"Mum! It was more likely to be the Alsatian that lives near them."
"Or one of the giraffes from the zoo. It's only two miles away." The furball licked me with its already enormous tongue. It liked me.
"Dogs don't mate with other animals, mum. You know that!"
I sighed again. I knew the furball was staying. "You evidently haven't seen some of the websites I have. Not that you should," I added quickly.
Jamie joined in with my petting of the great big fuzzy lump, sending it into slobbery raptures of delight, "So, we're keeping him, right?"
"We really shouldn't," I persisted, despite knowing the argument was already lost -- you have to show the right cards, regardless.
My son, though, could read my hand better than most professional poker players, "I knew you'd agree!"
"I did not agree!"
"Your mouth didn't but your face did," he laughed, "And let's face it, you're single and we've got loads of space and when I finally go to uni you'll be all alone here and--"
"And staying alone if I'm playing mother to this furry thing. Mind you, as a son replacement he'll probably be tidier and more talkative."
"Funny -- not," Jamie grinned, "But that's a 'yes', then, right?"
And of course, he was right. If the truth had been told, I really had been wondering whether some sort of pet might be a good idea after Jamie had departed. But a huge dog had not been on the list of possibles. Cats, yes. Chinchillas, yes. A parrot, maybe... "Well," I sighed as the hairy bundle licked my hand harder, "Perhaps we can give it a trial. No promises!"
And thus, it started.
*****
I'm Debbie (note to others - never Deborah, thanks), and a single mum, by choice, of thirty-three. Given that Jamie is eighteen you can read into that a story of teenage stupidity but that's an altogether different story -- just do the maths (or math if you're American) -- and not for telling here. I inherited a smallholding that earns enough to keep us in food, and life is good. It's a simple existence and it suits me perfectly.
Perfect or not though, it's not exactly a thrilling existence but I like the peace and the honest toil that is all my life demands. I think -- like most mums -- that I've raised a fundamentally decent son, and he's a smart kid -- even if he is a typical moody teen who treats every horizontal surface as somewhere to store his junk. To be fair to him, I will miss his grunts and mess when he finally heads off into the wild world on his own, but that's life for all decent mums, and I wish him every success. And at least he isn't a parent yet unlike his own mother eighteen years ago...
As far as I can make out, we're a normal mother and son. We have a large, rambling place here and we keep to our own areas, doing our own things with a large degree of privacy and decorum. The older he's become the more those areas of privacy have expanded and in all honesty I will barely miss someone I seldom see here regardless of our shared life. Such is life.
I have -- lockdowns permitting -- the occasional male 'friend' who visits and we're always left alone by Jamie (who entertains girlfriends from time to time). Our life -- and love-lives -- is/are normal, in other words. But then 'he' arrived, and I saw much more of my son for a few days -- at first trying to choose a name.
"You can't call him Dog, mum!"
"Why not? That's what he is."
Jamie gave one of his trademark shrugs, "He's more than just a dog, though, isn't he?"
"True," I relented, "How about Horsey?"
"Mum!"
"Or Sit. That'd be fun when I walk him. Stay, Sit. Roll over, Sit. Come to mummy, Sit-"
My son threw his arms up in despair, "You're not taking this seriously!"
"You noticed," I grinned, "May I remind you that I wasn't the one who forced the mutt into the ranch."
"You didn't have to say he could stay..."
I cuddled the slobbering pup, "And you knew I would. But," I added quickly, "you are going to help feed and groom him while you're still here, okay?"
My son shrugged again, but in a way that I had come to know as a definite yes.
"And his name is Yeti."
Jamie raised an eyebrow, weighing up my choice of moniker, "That's like... okay."
High praise indeed from my taciturn offspring. I pressed home my slim advantage, "Tomorrow morning you're going to help feed him, and you're going to clean up any mess Yeti has made in the kitchen where he's going to be living for now, okay?"
Flushed with his apparent success, my son agreed readily.
Little did we know that the newly named Yeti wasn't keen on sleeping alone.
In my nightie with a hastily donned robe over it, I met my bleary-eyed son in his t-shirt and boxers as we hurried through to the howling Yeti at stupid-o'clock the following morning.
"I think someone's lonely," he said as we staggered into the kitchen.
"No shit, deerstalker boy," I yawned. "Oh..."
We stood and looked around as Yeti, relieved in many more senses than one, came over to us wagging the rear half of his furry body. I patted his head.
There was shredded paper everywhere, some of it rather damp. Worse still there was rather a lot of evidence that Yeti's digestive system was fully -- and very stinkily -- operational. I patted his head again, resisting the urge to add a strangle.
I sighed and opened a kitchen drawer, extracting two large black bags and two packets of floor wipes. The sacks were about to be filled with shredded newspaper, but I figured no one would appreciate recycling the contents by the time we were finished. Handing one to Jamie along with some wipes, I nodded to the furthest corner of the room, "You start over there and I'll meet you in the middle. And don't skimp on the wipes."
My son sighed, "I hope this is sorta first night nerves." He took his share of the cleaning materials and headed for his designated starting position.
I hid a smile and dropped to my knees, trying to ignore the now-happy puppy, and started into the clean-up.
Fifteen minutes, and two surprisingly full sacks later, Jamie and I were nose-to-nose with the last scraps in sight. I was about to offer my boy the privilege of the final remnants when I realised that he'd stopped anyway. A glance up at his face was all it took for me to understand why -- my nightie was, I was suddenly aware, not exactly tight-fitting, and being on hand and knees meant it gaped rather low. My teenage son was being gifted a rather too intimate view of his own mothers unfettered breasts!
And son or not, he was a heterosexual teenage male with all the usual fascinations. I sat back fast, "Oops, sorry," I managed a laugh as I pulled the robe across my hitherto rather visible areas, "I hope that didn't offend!"
Now, while I knew that offence was the last thing on his mind, I was still surprised -- almost shocked -- by his automated shake of the head and his next words.
"Shit no, mum, they're... I mean, it's just fine!"
"Hey, buster, I'm your mum, remember!" I couldn't place the sudden feelings that were skittering around the edges if my brain. Jamie sat up fast, "What? I mean... oh, right, er, sorry? Bit of a surprise, that's all."
I believed him at once. I mean, it wasn't as if he'd engineered the view after all, "I'll let you off," I managed another laugh, "But as a penance, you can put some more paper down -- I'm going back to bed."
He answered, I'm sure, but to this day I can't remember what he said -- I was in much too much of a hurry all of a sudden. Once in the sanctuary of my room I gave myself space and time to think. What on Earth had come buzzing through me down in the kitchen? I hadn't been any sort of exhibitionist since a silly phase in my teens -- and anyway, this was my freaking son! That sort of situation had never arisen before because we were discreet -- not prudes -- and gave each other space and privacy... but all I could keep seeing were his wide eyes as he started down my gaping nightie...
I knelt up on my bed and faced the mirror on the wardrobe door, letting my nightie hang as it must have done down in the kitchen. That way I could see through Jamie's eyes, in a way, and the view was anything but discreet. My nipples, very visible, hardened in an instant, and my eyes widened much as my son's had downstairs.
Not because of the view, though, in my case. Oh, no. In my case it was because I couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through me.
I sat up quickly and shook my head. After all these years, was I suddenly seeing my own son through completely new eyes?
I'm a rational person and I couldn't deny what I was feeling any longer. Had he just been surprised, though, was that the only reason he had gaped at the view down my loose nightie?
My mind gave me a memory of part of a view that I realised I'd been actively supressing. When I'd mockingly scolded my boy for staring, he had eventually sat up. Sat up and failed to disguise the distinct bulge that had appeared in his boxers.
And it wasn't my imagination, hopeful or otherwise. All young men get hard from time to time -- all boys as well, whatever their age. It's something you get used to as a mother, something that can be triggered by a pretty girl in a TV advert, or a saucy sentence they overhear, or a strong breeze on a sunny day -- anything, in fact. But Jamie's clear excitement down in the kitchen had nothing to do with anything but the unexpected and unintentional view he'd received. And, oh, it was a surprise -- a shock, even -- to me, but it had caused an undeniable thrill.
As my hand travelled down my body searching out the source of a heat that was now pouring through me, I wondered how guilty I would feel when I was finished. But as my fingers found their goal, I decided it didn't matter and, even better, that it just wouldn't feel bad anyway... And I didn't feel guilty, either. Even after the remainder of the disturbed night and a whole heap of soul-searching, I failed to find a single thread of reason that I couldn't logically dismiss. I don't know how I managed to wriggle my mental way out of the feelings, but there you go -- I did. When all was said and done, I suppose, it had all been triggered in a genuinely accidental way, and if my body responded in the wet way that it had, it wasn't in any way pre-conceived. I was, I successfully assured myself, one of the two innocent parties. Or one of the three if you included Yeti.
I even managed to relate my sudden exhibition arousal with the earlier episodes in my life, some years before Ben was even conceived. Quite what had happened to them in the intervening years was another matter -- but not one that held any import for me. Perhaps they'd been put into storage until such time that Jamie had been successfully raised, perhaps it was a cyclical thing with very long cycles, or perhaps it was some sort of second coming... Yes... probably that one.
The net result in the end, though, was pretty much 'where's the harm?' -- quickly followed by 'can I somehow arrange for another 'accident'?'.
Oddly the thoughts that it might not feel as good the next time, and my son might not like it so much, didn't even cross my mind.
And so, Yeti's first full day with us passed in a very normal way. Jamie and I were perfectly normal with one another and I gave no hints or clues that another accident might very well be approaching fast. A scheme had formed even before breakfast, and I was happily taking things normally and calmly, content in the knowledge that my mind was clear in every sense. It had even occurred to me early in the day that this was just how I had been way back when I'd dared to bare (a little) way back in the day, a memory that gave me a nice, comfortable sense of well-being.
Yeti, you see, was part of my plan, and I didn't think for a moment that he would suddenly become house-trained in a single day. And nor would he be content alone in the kitchen all night long -- but I insisted to Jamie that he needed to get used to it as soon as possible if he was to become a member of the family... When Jamie, of course, said that he didn't want to get up alone to sort out any mess that would no doubt appear I just gave him one of his own shrugs back, and muttered something about that being okay and I didn't mind helping.
As you can probably guess, my choice of nightie that night was no less loose than the one I had worn the previous night. The only thing that gave me pause for thought was whether to leave panties off -- eventually deciding that would be a little too far. Yet.
Sleep came remarkably quickly and easily, probably because I'd slept so little the previous night and because I was confident that the new furball would act as a very effective alarm when the time came.
And he most certainly did.
Once more I met my son on the stairs as we headed down towards the howling mutt, the only difference in our attire from the previous evening being that my 'hastily donned' robe was a tad shorter and already a tad looser. To his credit, Jamie tried not to let his eyes settle on the bits of me that were usually well-covered and were then rather more visible.
"I told you he wouldn't like it, mum."
"Stop complaining," I said, heading into the kitchen, and almost catching the suddenly delighted dog, "The sooner he gets used to it, the better."
"I guess it's not a bad idea really," he said close behind me.
I could well imagine that's what he was now thinking, and I smiled happily as I pulled another couple of bags from the drawer. With a final tweak of the robe's tie, I turned and handed my slightly flustered son one of them and pointed to the counter where the wipes had been spending a busy day. "Same as last night?"
"Er, um, yeah... I'll, er, start over there and, er, see... meet you in the middle."
"Good boy," I laughed, "A comment which can be applied to both of you!" Without further ado I knelt down and began harvesting the scraps of paper, studiously ignoring Jamie's hurried progress across the room.
My nefarious scheme had two immediate benefits -- my soaring excitement and the speed at which everything was cleared off of the mucky floor. That night, though, the final moments before the inevitable nose-to-nose meeting had my heart racing, and a few moments of doubt began to settle in. Had Jamie really enjoyed the view the night before? Would he call me bad names when he saw such a similar view? Would he...
"I, er, think that's, er, done, mum."
"What? Oh yes... I think so..." I let my eyes glance up at my son for a fraction of a second as I wiped the last mucky mark off a tile -- and all of my uncertainties flew away. His eyes were fixed on the front of my gaping nightie and I didn't even need him to sit up to see that his boxers were bulging in a rather obvious way. No matter, I kept wiping away at the tile for a few seconds longer, feeling my unfettered breasts jiggling with each stroke. "There," I said, finishing eventually, "that's better." I sat up slowly. "How does it look?"
"They look awesome... the tiles, I mean the tiles, they look great!"
I nodded, looking all around, trying to ignore Jamie's boxers as he sat up, hastily hiding his front with the now-full rubbish sack, "Yeah," I laughed, "Perhaps Yeti getting them mucky every night won't be a bad thing in some ways for a few nights." I glanced back at my son, "As long as you don't leave me to do all the cleaning after a couple of nights."
"Oh, I won't, I promise!"
It was at that moment that I knew I could take things further if I dared. I didn't know what or how I could, but I knew I could. What I didn't know was whether I dared, whether I truly wanted to -- or even if Jamie would want me to. Sure, he was pretty obviously rigid there in front of me, but couldn't that just be a natural male reaction to the view he'd been getting? Nothing intrinsically anything to do with me as a person, maybe? I dithered, unable to make a decision -- and fairly naturally, my considered and careful son did nothing to sway my mind in either direction. And, okay, I chickened out.
I wasn't sure whether another night dressing the way I was, seeking another similar reaction from Jamie, would prove anything either way, but that was what I decided I needed to do before I chose a potential path.
Standing quickly, I muttered something about seeing him there tomorrow night -- a poor joke, a poorer flirt -- and patted Yeti another goodnight before tying up my waste sack and leaving it for my son to throw out. A fast return to my bed left me feeling confused and vaguely annoyed with myself, but sleep came mercifully quickly, and the next thing I knew was that the sun had risen and to judge from the near-painful glare across my face, I had not pulled my curtains fully closed the night before.
It wasn't late by my standards and nor did I feel lacking in rest, despite the Yeti (and son) induced disturbed night, but my movements were slow as I visited the bathroom to freshen up and relieve myself. It was in there, though, that my brain seemed to kick into gear. A low gear, granted, but transmission, nevertheless.
After flushing then quickly showering, I went back into my bedroom to dry my hair and choose some clothing for the day ahead. I hadn't closed my en suite bathroom door, though, and as I tousled my dripping locks, my eyes lit upon the nightie and robe I had discarded in there. My gearshift notched up one step, and I smiled to myself.
Ten minutes later I left my room, hair dryer but un-brushed, once more wearing the little nightie and the very loose robe. I still wasn't sure what I might do or how Jamie might react -- but I had come to the conclusion that the very real 'true light of day' could maybe direct me more readily than another night-time act. None of which stopped the internal shivers and shakes that the thought of Jamie walking in and finding me like it in the kitchen brought on.
Yeti, though, managed to distract me. Although not nearly as chaotic as it had been during the night, the kitchen still needed a fair bit of tidying and cleaning, and the pup himself still needed a whole heap of cuddles.
I had only just stood up after filling the pup's food bowl with grossly overpriced nutrient-rich nosh when the kitchen door creaked open and my tangle-haired offspring appeared, still yawning. In truth, I only remembered just how I was dressed when his second yawn was choked off halfway through.
Somehow, I managed to adopt a totally innocent smile, "Hiya, sleepyhead, fancy a coffee?"
"Um... yes... I mean, yes please!" Any sign of tiredness had disappeared in an instant.
My gearbox shifted into overdrive immediately. My silly little robe was open, the tie hanging from one hip now, and the nightie beneath was... well, in the bright sunlight slanting into the kitchen, it was barely present. And I wasn't doing anything to cover up -- wasn't even sure whether it looked like I was forgetting how I was dressed or whether I looked as if I was being deliberately provocative. And, almost impossible for me to really believe, I still didn't have a clue as to what would or might happen next. What I certainly did know was that my nipples hardened as they began to tingle, and my womanhood was almost flooded as my Jamie's eyes ran down and up my near-naked body.
Somehow, I managed to turn my back to my eagle-eyed son, despite knowing that the loose robe was still long enough to cover my near-bare butt, and I managed to pour a mug of coffee with hands that barely trembled. The next step, I knew, was going to be either very, very daring and obvious -- or it would tell me that I had definitely overstepped the mark. It wouldn't tell me what to do in either case, but I was too far down the road to worry about that right then. I picked up the 'Mercedes Rule' mug and turned, hands steady and smile broad.
"There you go," I managed, setting the drink in front of a now red-faced Jamie. The motion had me leaning forward until my skimpy nightie gaped at the top -- although I think I would have leaned forward regardless of the need. And as my nipples turned to pure granite under his eager gaze, a plan formed.
I slowly looked down at my nearly exposed body and managed a small laugh, "Oops," I shrugged, "It seems like there's rather a lot of your ancient mum's assets on show. I hope it doesn't offend your teenage sensibilities too much!"
Jamie's eyes shot back up to mine and even before he spoke, I knew that my questions had been answered, "What? I mean, god no... I mean... wow?"
There really was a question there, a wish, maybe a hope, for my confirmation of what I had just said. I smiled, "Oh well, it's soon going to be lockdown again, I suppose... and I don't mind anymore in any case."
This was the moment.
"You... don't mind...?"
I shook my head slowly, "No, I don't."
"Even though... you're my... mum? "
I repeated the head shake, adding a smile this time, "No. If anything it makes it... hotter, somehow."
Jamie nodded slowly, "Well... yeah." He paused and I could see he was building up his courage, "Does that mean you'll stay dressed like that?" I'd been wrong. This was the moment. I let the robe slip to the floor, "Does this answer you?"
"Fuck... I mean yes... oh, fuck yes. Wow."
I raised my hands to the flimsy straps of the nightie, "Or would you prefer even less?"
My son's reserve melted away in a wave of teenage lust, "Yes! Oh, fuck, yes please, mum!"
Smiling, I flicked the straps off my shoulders and shrugged, the diaphanous garment sliding easily down my body. It occurred to me as it fell past my hips that I hadn't been seen completely naked for more than five years, and a sudden need surged inside me, every nerve-end sparking in the most delicious way, "Better?" I asked, gently, "Even though I'm so old?"
Jamie's eyes were wide and wild, flicking up and down my bare flesh, "Oh my god, yes! I mean, no! I mean it's okay, yes, and you are not old! Fuck, you look fucking gorgeous!"
Oddly enough I didn't feel inclined to pull him up for his swearing, "Well, thank you, young man. The question is, though, what if you find my nakedness a big temptation?"
It really was a question, but it was one I was beginning to know the answer to. The question within the question was whether Jamie would see my word as an invitation.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck... Jeez, mum, of course it is!"
I shrugged, "Good job the doors are closed then..."
His wide eyes widened further "Oh fuck... You mean it, don't you?"
I shrugged yet again.
My son's chair clattered back against the dresser behind it as he shot to his feet. Much more slowly he closed the gap between us, led by the very pronounced bulge in his boxers. Even more slowly his hands began to rise until they hovered in front of my bare breasts.
I knew that this was the final choice, the final moment before there was no going back, no chance to keep things as they had always been. I leaned forward, making that final decision for both of us.
Jamie's hands closed over the naked flesh that suddenly pressed against them, my rock-hard nipples pressing into warm, sweating palms. We both let out huge sighs -- relief, lust, love, desire, need -- and I felt the final shackles slip way into the ether.
One of my arms encircled my boy as the other hand slipped easily into his tented boxers, my own eyes flaring in surprise at the girth and length my young son now sported there. Jamie's own hands left my body for a few seconds as he tugged and wriggled his way out of his t-shirt and out of the boxers until we were both naked, our flesh pressed together. Lips went to necks, not ready yet for the ultimate intimacy of a kiss, but eager to taste each other -- and his hard cock pressed hard against my belly.
That first time was hard and fast, no time and no need for foreplay, just a need of a very different type. I simply spread my legs a little, pinned back now against the kitchen table, and Jamie bent his knees just enough for the head of his fiery member to part my soaked lips. One thrust and my son entered me, our mutual gasps echoed by the puppy at our feet.
After that the details become hazy. I was soon, I recall, spread on the tabletop, Jamie over me -- and in me -- his thrusts hard and wild. I remember the exact feel of his hands, his mouth, on my tits and really remember the feel of his hardness as it pumped in and out of me at a frantic, delicious pace. I recall his nonsensical words, a mixture of 'mum', 'fuck', 'wow' and 'yes' -- and I remember the feeling as it grew inside me, an intensity of passion and joy that began to override anything that I had ever felt before.
I had no idea where his staying power was coming from, but I was just so happy it was there -- it meant that my climax would not be rushed. It meant that my own boy was going to please me in the most delicious way possible. I could feel his motions becoming jerkier, less rhythmic, and knew the ultimate moment was rushing towards us both. My legs and arms encircled him, and I pulled him so tightly to me, out groins grinding together.
And the peaks were reached.
I have no idea who cried out the loudest release, but I do know mine was the longest. Every fibre of my being howled in ecstasy, and I can honestly say I had never been more satisfied.
We lay, still locked together, panting and sweat-licked, for a minute or more before my son found his voice. Any fears I still harboured disappeared in an instant. "Jeez, mum, you've no idea how much I've wanted to do something like that," he rocked his hips, "Like this, even."
I laughed, genuinely overjoyed, "You really mean that, don't you?"
Jamie nodded, smiling, "Yeah. And fuck, mum, I have been so enjoying Yeti making a mess in the night, you know?"
"My little nighties? Loose robes?"
He gave a trademark shrug, "Well, yeah. I was hoping you kinda realised what I could see, and kinda didn't mind..."
"You'd be right. I just wasn't sure -- kinda -- if you liked the view."
"Liked?" he snorted a laugh, "Fuck, mum, I loved the view," he twitched his hips again, "Can't you tell?"
I returned the abrupt laugh, "If you put it like that..."
"Mum, I've even been reading stories about this sort of thing. God, there was one recently about this guy and his sister who started a kinda mummy Summer camp, and the guy gets to, well, screw his mother over and over, and no shit it made me like come every time."
"That good, huh?" I bucked my own hips a little, "Well, how did the real thing compare?"
Jamie hugged me tightly, "No comparison, I promise you. Jeez mum... I don't know what to say. You're fantastic, unbelievable, gorgeous, you're--"
"I'm going to tell you to feed the mutt," I interrupted as a soft mewling made itself known to me.
"What? Oh, right..." he didn't move, "Can... I mean, will we do it again?"
"Oh yes," I grinned, "Yeti will need feeding lots of times."
"Mum! You know that's not what I meant!"
I giggled, a sound I hadn't made since my teens, my heart light, "Ah, you meant will we fuck again. That, young man, is a definite yes -- and by the way, you must have said 'fuck' a hundred times this morning and you know that's not a word I allow here normally."
"It seemed appropriate," Jamie smiled as he slipped slowly out of me, "And come to that you called your puss 'my cunt' a few minutes ago, and that is a word that is definitely not permitted."
I laughed, "Oops. I guess I do get a bit foul-mouthed when very excited. Take it as a compliment." I pulled my legs back on the tabletop, "And I'll be swearing again if you don't fetch a towel or two before you feed Yeti!" To say that the evidence of what we had just done was pouring from me was rather an understatement.
Jamie grinned, one eyebrow raised as he stared at the growing puddle beneath me, "If we're going to come like that again we'd better make sure we prepare with a supply." He threw me a tea towel, "That's a start, I'll fetch a proper towel in a sec, but first I'll feed Yeti."
***** And so it started.
For all my doubts and fears, the transition in Jamie was immediate. In truth I had no real idea about how experienced my son was in such matters, but the teenager disappeared to be replaced by a more confident, more adult version of himself. Perhaps, I wondered, it was an effect magnified by our remote, isolated circumstances and the forthcoming lockdown, but something told me it was something else, something more...
There was certainly something very new, very more, just a few minutes later that morning. I had just carried the rather messy towels out to the washing machine in our utility room when I realised my son had finished the canine culinary care and had followed me.
And only then when I was bent over, loading the washer and two hands cupped my breasts from behind.
"Eek! God, Jamie, you might have given me warning!"
He laughed, "Where would be the fun in that? Besides, I've wanted to get to grips with you like this for so long -- I thought I'd better get it done in case you'd already changed your mind about our fun."
I took my hands out of the machine's drum and closed them over my sons', squeezing a little, "Since when do I change my mind that fast?" The sensation was electrifying.
"Well, when you're choosing a dress to wear to a party, when you are trying to figure out the latest recipe you want to try for chicken, the colour you want to paint the--"
I pushed back with my butt, "Okay, okay, I get it -- this is different, though, I promise."
We were still both naked and my eyes widened as I realised my son was not only very ready again, but he was ready right there and then, "Mum, that is just the most perfect answer ever. Oh, and cute tush, by the way."
My mind was in danger of whirling away into the ether as he effortlessly nudged my legs wider. I tried to focus, "Tush? Since when do we allow Americanisms around here?"
"Perhaps since you let me get a good view of your bum -- and let me slide my rock-hard cock in... here!"
I gasped, my eyes rolling in delight, "Oh, fuck, yes!"
"I'll let you off the profanity under the circumstances."
"Oh, thank you so much," I laughed and groaned, "The circumstances being that you're fucking me, right?"
Jamie snorted a laugh himself and rammed his cock home hard and true, "I hope I'm fucking you just right, yep."
"Not bad so far," I managed as we started to build a rhythm, "And I have to admit, this is a rather nice position."
"It is, isn't it? I got the idea from Yeti."
I managed another one of those girly giggles, "A little doggy?"
"Oh yes, mum, a great idea isn't it?"
I could only nod -- and there was no reference to canine insurance advertising -- letting out a louder moan, "I'm liking it so far. But," I paused my movements, "just promise me this remains our secret for all time, okay?"
I felt the shrug he gave, "Your call, mum, but my lips are sealed." He laughed, "More than your pussy lips are, for sure." I resumed the mutual thrusts, laughing myself, "As if I'd tell anyone, anyway!"
There was another shrug, I could tell, this time accompanied by a firmer squeeze of my breasts, "Not even your bestest buddy Melony?"
"Her name is Melanie, as you well know -- oh fuck that's good -- but what if I did, huh?" My internal mind's eye opened very wide as the idea permeated my brain, and the sudden deeper thrusts from my son made me realise that the concept, at least, held some appeal to him, "Are you saying you'd like to fuck your own mum and her best friend?"
Jamie's hands moved to my hips as his motion increased in speed, "Well... she does have great tits... melon-like. And that happened in that story I mentioned."
"Better tits than mine?" Oddly, I found that I didn't care what the answer was. Not that I needed to worry anyway.
"Fuck, mum, no way!" One of his hands shot forward to fondle and squeeze mine, "Yours are perfect, Mel's are just...well, big. But... fuck... two of you..."
"I guess," I was gasping, and grasping for the truth in my words, "I guess it'd make things easier when she's here... if you got desperate to fuck me again..." My mind really was whirling. From having my Jamie's cock so expertly fucking me, and from this whole new threesome idea. Two mature ladies, two mothers, and a gorgeous teenager... The 'mothers' bit set an alarm bell ringing, "But what about Angharad?"
"In that story--"
"This is not a story and she's only a year older than you. Lots of friends, if you get what I'm saying... oh, fuck, keep doing just that!"
"My-my pleasure, mum!" He was quiet for a few seconds as he thrust ever harder, "I know it's not a story... but she's kinda cute."
"Not much older than you, but the littlest of all of us..." I let my feverish brain have its freedom, "I'd... love to see you fuck her and her mum!" I realised I meant it, as well, now that I was so wide open to my own boy copulating with me, "One condition, though, you let me see if it'll be possible -- and it'll be Angie's choice if Mel says it may be on."
Jamie's pumping became ever harder and faster, an agreement to my one condition before he even managed to gasp, "Fuck yes, mum!"
Another thought occurred to me, "And condition two -- you sleep with me when I say it's okay."
"Oh fuck, yes, whatever you say!"
I began to whimper, "And... and... condition three!"
"Any... anything!"
"Fucking fill my cunt! Right now!"
And he did.
To overflowing. ***** That was the start of everything, the genesis -- before Phil Collins -- and I was endlessly surprised by my Jamie. He proved to be so mature it was almost scary, and he certainly focused my mind every time my addled brain began to lead me down the wrong path. He came up with some fascinatingly wonderful suggestions, too, as things began to progress with Mel and Angie.
"Did you actually tell her what we've been doing, mum?"
I shook my head, "Not exactly, no--"
"Not even the thing on the swing in the garden?"
I think I blushed, "God, no! Now shush and let me think..." It was hard not to think of the delicious tangle the swing escapade had become, "I just told her that the forthcoming lockdown promised a lot of sexy treats if I was right -- and she knows it's just you and me here, so I imagine she gets the idea."
"Sounds right," I got a trademark shrug, "But what did she think about coming over here for a night before the dreaded lockdown?"
"Still desperate to see the melons?"
"Not desperate, but still keen. What did she say, mum, if you even dared say anything about her coming here?"
"She giggled a lot."
"That's positive," Jamie nodded, "I always know when I'm doing something right when you giggle. You even giggled when you were tangled in the swing."
"Oh, shush about that bloody swing," I laughed, "Now do you want to know what Mel said or not?"
"The expression 'fuck, yes' springs to mind."
"Well, if you stop teasing my nipples, I might tell you!" My son's fingers had found just the right pressures to apply, "Or at least, don't stop but do listen."
"I can live with that. What did she say?"
"She said... fuck... no, I mean she said she'll be here this afternoon."
"Mm, nice. And you'll reveal all to her in person?"
I sighed happily, "That's part of the plan."
"Only a part of your nefarious genius?"
I had been planning on revealing said genius slowly to extend Jamie's suffering-cum-pleasure, but the moment seemed far too apposite, "Yep. She's agreed to move in here for the duration regardless of not knowing all of the details about you and I."
"Holy -- or even unholy -- fuck! That's brilliant!" He stood, pulling me with him, drawing me into a tight hug, "That deserves a big, big reward. Bend over the arm of the sofa."
Giggling, I span round and assumed the position, "You approve then?"
"Oh, yes!" He dropped to his knees and let his tongue provide the proof for a few delicious seconds before he paused in his ministrations, "What about Angharad?"
"Looks like you'll be getting two for the price of one -- the last part of my genius. Do you approve of that as well?" In truth I had no idea what Mel would be telling her daughter but at least I knew they would both be there in a few hours. Right then, though, my mind was more focused on other things, "Answer fast and get back to the tongue fuck faster."
"Mm, big tits and tiny tits -- that might be fun!"
"No tits guaranteed other than the pair right here above your head. And they'll be off limits if that tongue of yours doesn't get back to--" I realised right then as I ground down so happily that there would probably never be an 'off limits' time ever again.
I passed all control over to my son then, with no concerns that I was somehow letting him take control of our relationship as well.
I think.
And as for maybe adding Mel to the mix, and even more 'maybe' her daughter, did I really mind at all? I smiled as he entered me, hard and fast. Oh. No, I didn't mind at all -- no matter how that added to the surprise of the past few days.
As we lay on the sofa afterwards in our newly regular sweaty tangle, I decided that for some moronic reason I had to double-check that my son would be happy if things developed quickly in such a way that he might have three females to 'service'. "So," I was still panting, "You really don't mind if Mel knows everything?"
"Nope."
"Even if my friend wants to witness things first-hand?"
"Nope."
"And maybe even wants to sample what I'm so happy to sample?"
"Nope."
I didn't really know why I was bothering to check, "And even if she insists that Angie is there too? Maybe even taking part as well?"
This time I got a laugh, "I've fantasised about all of you before, so stop fretting.""But-"
"And you will always be my favourite, mum. I'm Goldilocks to you three, okay?"
I giggled, no matter that I tried to stop myself, "Not too big, not too little, huh?"
"Biggest in heart and love," he kissed my neck, "Smallest in bias and fear," he kissed my shoulder, "And just perfect when it comes to tits." I don't need to tell you what he kissed next. ***** Melanie and Angharad arrived in the mum's battered old Land Rover at three o'clock, the appointed time, and Jamie and I wandered outside as my friend parked the vehicle next to my equally ancient Land Rover.
While my son was sent to secure the front gates and Mel's girl was tasked with offloading their suitcases and bags, Mel dashed over to me and hugged me.
"Oh, Debs, thank you so much for letting us stay here -- and thanks for your dreadful tease!" She let me go and hooked her arm through mine, making a bee-line for the cottage door, "Now come on and open a bottle of wine, then open that pretty mouth of yours! Oh, and who is this?"
Yeti had very obviously escaped his personal temporary lockdown and was trying to lick his way into my friend's good books -- and to judge by the wagging angle he'd adopted, into her panties, too.
'Not the only one with that in mind', I thought with a smile as I introduced friend and puppy.
"That's Yeti, one of the new things you'll find here," I laughed, leading the way inside, "And I'll say it right from the start so there's no confusion or embarrassment or whatever -- if there's anything, and I mean anything -- that you disagree with or don't want any part of, then just tell me, okay? I won't be mad, I promise?"
Mel laughed, her ample bust jiggling in a way that I just knew my son would adore, "Now you've really got me gagging for more info! Not to put it unnecessarily politely, Debs -- what the fuck is going on here?"
I busied myself with a recalcitrant wine bottle top, "Well, you know how we were chatting about the potential charms of a teenage lover the other week?"
"Sure, a real fun chat as I recall, we..." her eyes went wide as first one penny dropped and then a cascade began. Mel might look a little bimbo-like, but there was an astute brain there, "A teenager, sure, but... there's only one teen here, right?"
I nodded, "One you actually apologised to me for when you said if you were twenty years younger, you could really get wet for as I recall."
My friend snorted a disbelieving laugh, "And you said it was okay because you could understand my feelings... oh, god, Debs, you weren't freaking joking, were you?"
"Remember what I said when you walked in, if you disagree with anything--"
"Don't even bother -- there is nothing I disagree with for you, I promise, Debs."
I finally freed the bottle top and reached for two glasses, breathing out much more relief than I'd imagined I ever would, "Thank god for that! I didn't want to have to hide it from you... but what about Angie? How would she be with it?"
Melanie stepped forward and took the wine bottle and glass from my hands, setting them on the table, before drawing me into another hug. It was probably just as well she'd made the glassware safe when she said softly, "Angie will be just fine with it. We were a bit worried what you would think if you found out we were getting each other off a lot these days..."
I admit it surprised me, despite everything, "You and Angie? Oh my god, I thought you were straight as a dye!"
Mel laughed, "That's your biggest surprise?"
"Well, I mean no, obviously, but kinda yes too?"
My friend hugged me tighter, "If it's any consolation, I thought I was exclusively straight too, but I guess these are new times, new days. And now," she released me, "finish pouring that wine and start telling me everything before the kids come in."
There wasn't time for every little detail, of course, but both my story and the wine bottle were half finished before Jamie and Angharad came in, laughing.
"You two look happy," Mel remarked.
"Yes," I agreed, eyeing my son, "Nothing too naughty being said, I hope?"
Jamie snickered, "All very polite, mum, I promise."
"Good," Mel and I harmonised. We looked at each other and laughed, genuine amusement mixed with an unspoken question about which one of us was going to bear the coincidental news -- and what it might mean for us all. It was my friend who took the reins.
"It seems," she began, "that things have moved on -- physically -- for all of us."
It was the kids' turn to harmonise, "What?!"
Mel laughed, "It seems Debs and Jamie have been getting it on."
"And Mel and Angie," I added to make sure my son got the full picture.
"Oh," my friend added, "just an aside -- a certain young man here apparently calls me 'Melony' too." She puffed up her bountiful boobs, "I can't think why..."
Jamie had the decency -- or acting skills -- to look a little apologetic, "Well, your name is a bit... descriptive."
Both Mel and I laughed before she patted his head, "Maybe you'll get a peek at the 'raw fruit' in the next few days, huh?"
My son flashed me a slightly puzzled look before beaming at my friend, "I kinda hope so!"
My own brow crinkled in thought. Did Mel really think that we would remain entirely separate pairs, both indulging in our very own taboo delights? I mean, it was her that had pretty much said Jamie got her attentions that way... I mean, surely she couldn't imagine we'd all be locked down together without something--
Her t-shirt tangled around my head as she let out a roar of laughter, my son's 'fucking hell' emphasising what must have happened. I quickly pulled the garment out of my eyes and gawped at two enormous -- and now naked -- breasts.
"Oh, fuck," I managed, weakly and yet relieved.
"Yep, and lots of it, I hope," Mel laughed.
"I'll second that," Jamie whistled, "They are gorgeous!"
Angie managed a slightly shyer laugh, "Yeah, and don't leave me out."
Her shy laugh turned to a very girly shriek as my son grabbed the bottom of her own t-shirt and yanked it up. "Hey, you," I mock-scolded, "Play nice now, you two! Eek!" My own girly shriek was caused as my top was hauled straight up and off me by Mel, of course.
It wasn't many seconds later before there were four naked, laughing, people there in the kitchen, alongside a furry yipping canine, and it was less than three seconds before the human members of the gang were tumbling into the living room.
Less than a week earlier the room had only seen one naked person in there at a time -- as far as I knew -- and it had only been three days since it had witnessed two. Now though it was spoiled for choice. As was my Jamie.
I slipped between mother and daughter, my arms around their shoulders, very, very aware that I was helping display all of us to my son's eager gaze. I also became very aware that I'd not seen him quite so obviously naked as a young adult, and my boy was rigid! "I take it you think you're going to enjoy being locked down with us three?"
"Fuck, yes," he managed.
"Do my melons meet with your approval then?"
He laughed, "Fuck, yes, again."
"How about my tiny ones?"
"That's my hattrick of fuck yeses!"
"Ange, baby-girl, take it from your own mother -- you barely have tits! You take after your father," she laughed -- and it wasn't cruel, I could tell.
Apparently, so could my boy, "Angie, your tits are more like fantastic bare!" His eyes flicked up to mine, "And before you say it, mum, yours are perfect."
"Aw," Mel laughed, "he knows who to suck up to when there's a roof to keep over his head."
"I'd even settle for that," I grinned at my boy, "But I reckon he means it. Now, though, there's some fresh meat on offer. Who's gonna get that gorgeous cock first, huh?"
That brought a loud laugh from Mel, and a quiet giggle from Angharad -- and I knew that the outrageous party was about to start. Especially when Jamie's eyes rolled.
"I happen to know you have plenty of stamina," I laughed, "So I'm not sure it really matters who gets the first go!"
I fully expected Mel to step forward, melons heaving, but the slender Angie shrugged my hand off her shoulder and stepped forward instead.
"If we're all going to have fun here, I want to start getting used to it as soon as I can," She paused and looked into my son's eyes, "If you want the tiniest-breasted one..."
Jamie almost leapt forward and took one of Angie's hands, "They're perfect on you, Angie, and I'd be honoured to play with you first!"
I smiled, somehow proud of my son, no matter the circumstances, not to mention suddenly eager to see the next moves. And to judge by the hug I was now getting from Mel, I wasn't the only one. Jamie began to kiss and caress Angharad's naked elegance, and the world changed for me.
Here's the thing, you see. Other than some very ineffective experimentation back when I was at school, I had never been with a woman sexually, and I'd never had any inclination or interest in that direction. I was resolutely, naturally straight. But when my son's lips closed over Angharad's right nipple, as I say, my world changed. My free hand reached for my friend's generous breasts and when her free hand in turn cupped my own naked tits one by one, a new excitement surged through me.
Mel and I kept our eyes on our children, unwilling to lose sight of the erotic display for a single second, but our hands explored more and more. Somehow, some way, my fingers and Mel's fingers found each other's heat and wetness at the exact same time when Jamie's rigid member slid into the clearly wet Angie.
Four loud moans echoed around the room.
There were many more moans in the minutes that followed, and although much of that time was a delicious blur for me, I certainly recall moaning loudly when Mel's tongue parted my wet, hot lips, and recall my much more muffled moan when I returned the pleasure a little later. I remember oh so clearly when Angie's back arched as she climaxed for the first time, and how, a little later she repeated the motion as she came again, that time simultaneously with my boy.
The happy panting and gasping lasted no more than five minutes before Jamie hauled himself to his feet and came over to where melony-Mel lay on the sofa next to me. Seconds later both of them were living out their earlier fantasies as Jamie explored the massive mammaries, and no more than a minute later they both let out loud gasps as my son's once more rigid cock penetrated her slippery heat.
I was entranced to see everything happening so close to me, fascinated by their eager, ravenous eyes, lost in their rapturous moves.
So much so that I didn't even see Angie approaching until her small hands closed over my breasts. And like her mother a few minutes earlier, she began to explore every part of me -- the little girl grown up and grown efficient at pleasuring a woman. I didn't resist in any way, of course, and like with her mother I returned every move and gesture. But unlike with her mum, I found myself lost in these new pleasures, so lost that I forgot all about my son and best friend even though they were so close to me.
My feelings for Jamie had come as a surprise of the most pleasant kind, but Angie was a shock of an even more pleasant variety. Her body was lithe and elegant, sensual with the firmness and flexibility of a teenager and yet her touches with both hands and mouth spoke of a learned maturity that drove me to new heights. Before her mother just few minutes earlier I had never climaxed at the hands -- well, mouth -- of another woman, and that had been in part because of the view of Jamie bringing Angie to two shuddering climaxes -- but the girl herself needed no assistance in taking me to the ultimate pinnacle of pleasure.
I simply couldn't, and didn't want to, hold back.
Despite my earlier climax with Mel, and a little earlier still with Jamie, Angie found the perfect key, and unlocked the most explosive, joyous climax that I could remember. And, oh fuck, did I howl my pleasure.
In the minutes that followed I was dimly aware of the others reaching their own peaks of joy, but I just lay there, my arms wrapped around my new heroine, my thigh pressed between her legs as she massaged herself to her own climax, her gentle rocking pressing her small, perfect, breasts against mine. I stroked her hair as she shuddered against me, a small echo of my earlier satiation surprising me in the most pleasant of ways, heightened when she tentatively kissed me.
The reality of what was happening all around eventually permeated the ecstatic haze I had drifted into, and I managed to return to a level of alertness that at least let me sit up a little, my new lover clinging like the prettiest limpet on the planet.
Mel noticed my movement and patted my thigh, "Good, isn't she? And your Jamie boy here is a definite eleven out of ten."
"She's a wonder," I nodded, both honest about that and oddly proud of my son. Silly but true.
"You know," my friend continued, sighing contentedly, "I wasn't a thousand percent sure this idea would all work out as we wanted but I'm now thinking it's going to be better than we ever imagined."
"Me too," I laughed, my own contentment bubbling to the surface.
"Me three," Jamie added, slipping from Mel, and flopping down beside her on the sofa.
Angharad raised her head from my chest and let out a soft chuckle, "Me four, I guess."
"I vote we drink to that," I laughed.
"At the risk of starting it all again, me too," Mel nodded, "And I vote that Jamie is closest to the kitchen so he should go and get the wine you opened earlier."
"Good call," I nodded.
My son let out a dramatic sigh, "Oh, I see. The gender minority becomes the downtrodden slave, huh?"
I laughed again, "I would say 'now you know how women feel' but given how many of us you've been happily feeling for the last little while it seems rather pointless. Don't forget the glasses."
He stuck his tongue out in my general direction but hauled himself to his feet and headed for the kitchen.
"Don't forget to check that Yeti has plenty of water in his bowl!"
That earned me a rather rude gesture, and laughs from the other women. Plus Mel adding, "Don't tire him out -- I have a feeling he's going to need every gram of energy he has."
For all that I was loving my entry into the Sapphic delights of my friend and her daughter, I could only agree. ***** The rest of that first day passed in a winey blur of delight. The only time clothes were called on was when a couple of pizzas were delivered -- not part of the original planned culinary delights I had intended but deemed a good idea under the new circumstances.
And whether it was the food, the booze, the sexual shenanigans or, more likely, a combination of all three or not, we were all yawning before the clock had struck ten.
It was easily decided that we would share beds in our 'normal' familial pairs, and Jamie and I retreated to my room as Mel and Angie headed for the largest of the guest rooms.
For all that I was thinking of one last coupling to round off an incredible day, I was asleep almost before I could glory in the feel of Jamie easing up beside me. And that was it for me until daylight flickering across my face roused me.
It may not have been the most romantic, or even appropriate, first thought but I sat up quickly and shook Jamie's shoulder, saying, "Yeti!"
My son's eyes opened slowly, "I went down a while back and had a quick tidy up."
"You should have woken me. We had an agreement--"
"It's okay mum, I promise. He hadn't been as messy as before and anyway, he'd woken the others and Angie came down."
"Ah," I grinned down at him, "As long as you got your regular nightly sight of some tits!"
He managed one of his trademark shrugs, grinning back, "Yeah. And a feel last night as well."
"I can't say I blame you. She's a real cutie."
His hands rose to cup my slightly larger assets, "Cute but not as cute as you."
"Yeah, right," I giggled, then moaned, "Care to show me how cute you think I am, always assuming you have sufficient energy remaining?"
A few seconds later he'd sat up, uncurled, and flipped me back on my shoulders, spearing me with his evident -- very evident -- demonstration of how cute he thought I was. And it took another fifteen minutes at least before the proof became very deep and messy. A lovely start to our first full day as a bubbled foursome.
That with Jamie was no surprise, but breakfast being ready for us both when we went down was definitely unexpected -- as was the tidied kitchen and a sleeping, belly-filled puppy. Perhaps the biggest surprise though was that it went on -- and on.
What had seemed to be a first day treat happened on the second day, too. And the third, fourth, fifth and... well, you get the picture, I'm sure. And it was never a sort of reward or prize for 'services rendered' or the payback for some treatment me or Jamie had given -- it was just Mel's or Angie's way of life, and we were automatically included.
That was the story behind everything right from the start. The lovely pair of ladies became part of our lives from day one and it all seemed so very, very natural to us all -- an unspoken new way of living. Even Yeti treated everyone with equal disdain and/or affection.
The 'new normal', indeed.