looked back over at her on the bed. She DID say those pills really knocked her out, I wonder how much. With her panties in my fist I walked over to the bed. I stood there looking down on her drinking it all in.
'Mum?' I whispered. Nothing, 'can you hear me?' Again absolutely nothing. At normal conversation level I said, 'mum, can I tell you something?' NO reaction. I reached down and nudged her shoulder, then I shook her, gently at first, but more vigorously before I decided, those pills really DID knock her out.
Immediately a series of disgusting thoughts entered my head, normally I would have walked straight out, but something had changed in me since I'd returned from college. I slipped a finger inside the lapel of her robe and moved the material towards her arm, revealing her bare right breast. I did the same on the otherside and then she was there, with her robe fully open her tits out for all to see. Well, for me to see anyway!
I quickly ducked back into my room and grabbed my phone, opening up the camera as I walked back into her room, I started snapping away. I untied the belt and opened her robe completely. She was practically naked before me now, wearing only the yellow knickers I'd filled with cum a few days before. I slipped my shorts off and released my boner. I stood there taking pictures from all angles while stroking myself.
I bent my knees slightly and lowered myself to her. I rested my cock on her thigh and took some snaps, then I moved up her body, I leant over her and took a couple with it on her knickers. Then it was on her stomach, then I tapped it on her left tit, then I dropped myself onto her hand, taking pictures all the way. Her hand was palm down on the bed, so I manoeuvred myself and pushed the helmet between her hand and the bed. Tensing and retracting my buttocks, I gently pushed a couple of inches into the gap. I, VERY SLOWLY, started to fuck her hand. It felt incredible. I was keeping an eye on her face the whole time, but I got no indication that she wasn't sound asleep. I pulled myself out of the little hand vagina and feeling as bold as I had ever felt in my life, I edged up the bed.
The blindfold covered most of her face, but her mouth was still visible. I don't know what had come over me, it was almost as if I was having an out of body experience, watching myself molest my own mother. I held my dick an inch above her mouth. I lowered my hand and the tip of my cock touched her lips. Precum was oozing from the tip. I tapped my dick on her mouth a couple of times, hoping that might entice her to open her lips, but alas, it didn't work. I noticed a thread of precum on her lips, still attached to my cock, with my finger I rubbed it into her lips like a salty lip balm. I gripped myself with her panties in my hand and started stroking with more purpose. I was now looking at her tits and her chest gently rising and falling, with my left thumb I reached forward and grazed it across her nipple, I lightly ran my finger down to her stomach, then throwing all caution to the wind, I rested my hand, palm down, over her panty clad pussy. I didn't move my hand at first, I wanted to see if I got any reaction. Nothing.
I had unconsciously passed the point of no return, I was getting more and more determined to show this woman just how much I loved her, I would do anything for her. We had had a few conversations in the past couple of days where she had expressed a sorrow that she was probably never going to be with a man again. This was more than me simply wanting to fuck my own mother, I wanted to show her love, I wanted to be there for her any way I could. I wanted to make love with her. I wanted to be her man.
I eased my middle finger between her legs, pushing her cum soaked panties into her pussy. The heat was incredible, I rubbed up and down along her slit, whilst stroking myself. Her brow furrowed and she moved her right leg slightly, giving me better access. I stopped moving my finger and looked at her face for any sign she was waking. After a few seconds I was sure she was still in a deep sleep. Staring at her face, I ran my finger from the bottom of her pussy to the top and kept going up to the little bow on her panties then to the skin above it, I rubbed her tummy then hooked my finger into the waistband. There was no indication she was in any way conscious. Was I really going to do this? My mum is lying there, in front of me, helpless, none the wiser that her disgusting, perverted son wants to molest her while she is knocked out on sleeping pills. Her breathing was slow and measured, she wasn't aware at all, as I'm sure her breathing would have been more ragged and her chest would be rising and falling like a rough sea in a storm, but she lay there relaxed and serene.
I stroked my cock right over her face, I watched her face, or what I could see of it under her eye mask. She was so beautiful and I had violated so many unspoken rules already tonight, I knew I didn't want it like this. With the finger tips of my middle and index finger hooked under the waistband of her panties, tentatively and with the lightest touch, I pulled, slightly, giving her a minor wedgie, of sorts. The outline and contours of the most forbidden and intimate areas of my mother appeared in the stretched material, like a Turin Shroud, if Jesus had looked like my mum's pussy! Then, she moved. Her right knee moved up, which opened her legs wider. I pulled a bit harder on the fabric, pulling the cum filled gusset into her moistening vagina. I was stroking myself, pumping my fist wrapped in her white cotton knickers. This was disgusting and depraved, but the most erotic experience of my life. I wanted to finger her and cum on her face so badly, but just couldn't bring myself to it, instead, I pumped my fist harder into her balled up panties and tugged on her waistband, in my mind, pulling my cum into her accepting body.
Almost catching me off guard, my orgasm gripped me suddenly, I began to feel light headed and I feared I was going to lose my balance, I went up on tip toes and let go of the waistband of her knickers and as lightly as I could, I gripped her wrist and immediately started ejaculating into the balled up material, I had in my right fist, 3 full, thick streams emptied into them, completely saturating them, a smaller blast, then another, I tried to catch it all before it dripped on her bed and just as I removed my hand 1 final spurt shot from my dick and landed on her cheek, just below her eye mask and on her nose.
I was feeling guilty all of a sudden, but still couldn't pass up this opportunity, who knows if I'd ever get the chance again, so I grabbed my phone and took a quick few shots from as many angles as I could. She looked angelic, peacefully lying still with my cum on her face. I took some up close and a few more full body shots of her with her robe open, tits out, legs open, with a clear damp patch on her panties over her wet pussy and my cum still on her face. A beautiful, angelic whore.
I ran to the bathroom, removing the excess cum from her white cotton panties into the toilet, I wiped them lightly with a towel, so no cum was visible, all that had been saturated into the gusset would dry soon enough and not congeal leaving any tell tale signs her son eas a disgusting pervert!
I grabbed some tissue and ran back to her room. She was really out for the count! I wiped off my semen from her cheek and nose, making sure I got it all, I dabbed the tissue on her lips, so she'd wake up with my scent under her nose. I was feeling brazen. I covered up one of her tits, but left the other exposed, moving one of her hands, I placed it on her breast, and took her other hand and lifting up the elastic of her yellow panties, I placed the hand inside, her palm resting on her manicured bush and the top of her index finger just about touching her clit. Just time for a few more snaps for my collection. Once satisfied I'd got all the pictures I wanted, I walked over to her dresser, folded up her white knickers, which were still very damp with my cum, despite getting the majority out with a tissue, then I lightly placed them on top of her other panties, so they should be the next pair she put on. With a devilish smile on my face I went to my room to upload all the photos I'd taken of her, which was over 100, onto my laptop. Once I'd completed that little task, I lay on my bed, spent, and fell asleep naked. woke up exhilarated at about 6am. I got up, slipped some boxers on and tip toed to mum's door. I had left it ajar the night before, I looked in, she was still asleep, her sleeping mask still in place, her robe completely open, her hands were above her head though. She must have wriggled under the covers during the night, but we were having an unseasonably hot summer, so her sheets were tangled up around her calves.
I stood there looking at her for a couple of minutes, my dick was at half mast, I gently rubbed it over my shorts. I loved that woman so much. I began to feel pangs in my heart. All of a sudden I was disgusted with myself, for what I had done to her the previous night, tears welled in my eyes.
I decided there and then I would never do anything so horrid to her again. Tonight was going to be our date and if nothing happened tonight I would never go down this route again. She was my mother for Christ's sake. I wanted to be there for her and I wanted to give her everything she desired, if that was the love of a man, I would offer myself to her and let her decide whether she wanted to step over that line with me or not.
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I took a quick shower and returned to my room to get dressed. I remembered I had taken some pictures of my knocked out mother the previous night, so I quickly grabbed my lap top and sat on my bed.
Suddenly the pangs of guilt evaporated and I justified to myself that this wasn't as bad as actually molesting her unconscious body, these were just photos, no one was being hurt, much like a husband might try to justify watching porn to his wife, 'I'm not cheating on you and I get to enjoy watching someone else do acts I wouldn't feel comfortable doing with you'. I'm pretty sure there's some logic in there, if you really wanted to find it!
I scrolled through the pictures. WOW. I was instantly hard. I don't mean to brag, but as unscrupulous photographers go, I was a good one! I quickly ran to my door and tip-toed across the hall to look in on my mum. She was still asleep, I crept down the hall to the bathroom and the laundry hamper, I fished through the dirty clothes and eventually found, right at the bottom, a pair of her worn knickers. They were just a simple white cotton affair, but would do the trick for me right now. I looked at them briefly, there were no signs they were dirty at all, I could have put them back in her drawer as is and she wouldn't know. I held them up to my face and inhaled deeply, a faint sweet musk mixed with a fabric softener smell raced through my nostrils. Such a beautiful aroma. I shot back into my room, yanked my shorts down and released my growing bone, as I slid onto my bed and began stroking myself looking at my naked unconscious mother.
I looked through the file thumbnails first, there were a lot to look at, I would say, over 50 for sure. I was, almost subconsciously, stroking my hardening cock through my shorts. I lifted my butt off my duvet and pulled them down past my butt cheeks now, so they were stretched between my thighs. I was transfixed by my lap top screen.
This was bad, something had seriously changed in me, I had no clue why, but the illicit taboo nature of things that were beginning to happen in this house was making me so hard, all the time. I swear my cock had grown another inch and the loads I was depositing into tissue paper, or my mum's knickers, if I could wrangle a pair, were almost twice as large as they used to be.
I stroked away, clicking on the 'next' arrow and seemingly getting even harder as the next picture would reveal a steady progression from 'softcore' to a more 'hardcore' set of images. As soon as I clicked on the jpeg of a drop of my cum on mum's face, my heart was pounding. I leaned back in the chair and moaned 'ohhh mum.'
I decided I was getting close, so slowed my pace. I had looked through every image now, so dragged the best ones into a new folder, and feeling bold (because lets face it, she wasn't ever going to find it on my laptop!), I labelled it 'MY WHORE MOTHER'.
There was something very hot about using words like 'whore' and 'slut', with regard to my beautiful, loving mother, almost like I was trying to illicit those types of character traits from her subliminally, like if I referred to her as a whore, when I'm around her in an innocent, 'normal' situation, like eating dinner with her or watching a movie, the fact that I was calling her a whore in my head would make innocent gestures, like licking her fingers or nervously smiling whilst watching a sex scene, take on erotic connotations and although I knew she didn't mean it that way, it would make those situations way hotter than they should be and I'd probably sit there awkwardly, sporting an erection, pretending my mother was coming on to me! Then I'd obviously have to disappear into my room to jack off and leave a fresh deposit in a pair of her knickers!
Getting back to my laptop and my new favourite porn star, I put the pictures on a slideshow setting, trying to hold out as long as I could, I set the slides to a 5 second per picture rate and sat back admiring my handiwork. I sat there furiously stroking myself, watching these lurid images of my own mother, slide across my screen, but as soon as I saw the first picture with my cum on her cheek, I started stroking harder for the end game.
It only took 2 more pictures before I felt myself passing the point of no return. I watched the screen intently as my legs stiffened and I began to release my load into her knickers. I barely made a noise as I shot 3 thick spurts of semen into her balled up white cotton panties.
It was so wrong, but I couldn't help myself, something about the whole clandestine vibe to what I was doing, was so hot. I clenched her underwear around my cock until the feelings of guilt subsided, then after those 5 seconds were up, I stepped out of my room and down the hall to the bathroom, where I lightly rinsed her knickers under the tap and watched the thick globs of my cum slide down the porcelain over the metal drain and vanish beyond, into the darkness.
I threw them in the laundry hamper, then picked it up and took the whole thing into the laundry room, separated the whites from the colours and threw a big load of clothes into the washer. I put a capsule in, some softener in the front drawer and set it going. I left the hamper with the whites in the laundry room and quietly padded back to my room.
I sat on my bed, dressed in shorts and a clean T, I'm nothing if not consistent! The feelings of guilt started creeping back into my mind, alongside some images from my favourite porn actresses. I would LOVE to be able to ask a Lady Sonia, or a Rachel Steele, or a Keri Lynn, or a Lilly James, or a Wendy Taylor, or a Brianna Beach, or a Syren De Mer, or a Deauxma, or a Amber Bach, or a Zoey Holloway, or a Sofie Marie, or an Erica Lauren, or a Margo Sullivan, or a Jodi West, wait, what were we talking about? I got side tracked!
Oh yeah! I would love to ask one of these professionals to help me with my predicament and role play it out with me, to help me get it out of my system, like some weird specialised therapist that helps young perverts get over their strange obsessions, by having sex with them (yes, that's a scenario I often looked at online! A mother and son see a therapist, who, ridiculously, suggests sex as a way to help what ever predicament they were there for! It's very hot!), but they were all so unobtainable and probably each dealt with a thousand requests a day from similar minded freaks, like me, so I totally realise none of them would ever waste any of their valuable time on a loser like me, and I knew I would still covert my own mother anyway, because nothing sent electricity through my body, quite like the idea of being inside my beautiful mother, eyes locked, smiling as I empty my balls deep inside her cunt. I know, I know, I have the blood of a romantic poet coursing through my veins!
I knew in the cold light of day it was wrong, but I was on a fast train approaching the town of 'Don't Give A Fuck', I felt a need within me growing by the day, I had it under control at the minute, but I began entertaining thoughts of hiring an older woman to play the role for me, I could probably even borrow one of mum's dresses for her to wear, to make it more authentic. I put that to the back of my mind for a minute, it would more than likely come to that, as the chances of my own mother finding herself in a situation where she openly encouraged her son to put his cock in her, were at odds around zero.
Anyway, we'll cross that bedroom when we come to it, for now I wanted to just lavish her with love and caring, who knows, maybe I would spark something in her? She did say she was sad because she felt she'd never date again, maybe, if the only viable option for a night with a willing, able and eager man, was in the bedroom across the hall, she might be more susceptible to the idea?
I was going to spoil her today, show her how it could be, if she gave herself to me. I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her. Putting some fruit on a plate, a glass of orange juice and some cereal on a tray, I picked up her pill box and went in to wake her.
When I got to the door, she was awake, sitting up, the sleep mask pushed up on her forehead with strands of blond hair trapped beneath it pointing in all directions, her robe pulled tight over her body, her hand on her chin, lost in thought. I waited a moment to gauge if she had any inkling what might have happened the night before. I felt my pulse quicken and my face began to feel heat, the room seemed to close in around me as she seemed to move out of focus and further away from me.
I snapped out of it with a flood of relief as she turned and noticed me standing at the door like a gormless room service waiter. I pushed the door as her expression seemed to show her still deep in thought for a split second longer, then her whole face cracked into a smile, that wonderful, beautiful smile.
'Morning dear,' I was off the hook. If she felt anything between her legs, she must think she did it to herself in the night.
'Morning mum, got you some breakfast, a nice continental affair with a side of hard narcotics.' I smiled at her, staying in character as the shit eating waiter at this fantasy poncy hotel.
'Oh well thank you sir, be sure to thank your dealer.' She played along. We both smiled, I set the tray on the bed next to her. I passed her the water on her bedside table, she sighed and took it from me, picking up the first pill.
'Down the hatch,' she said and proceeded to take all her medication, a mere 6 different colour pills. She then nibbled on some fruit and pushed the cereal around the bowl for a few minutes.
'You better finish all that up,' I said, 'you've got to keep your strength up for your hot date tonight. She made an exaggerated play of eating a spoonful of the cereal.
'We're not going out, why do I need to keep my strength up, what have you got planned, young man?' She looked at me with a suspicious expression on her face.
What have I got planned? I plan on seducing you mum, I'm going to get you all hot and bothered, then I plan on getting you tipsy, so your inhibitions fall further, then I plan on making love to you all night, THAT'S what I have planned mummy.
'Nothing! I'm just saying, I don't want you falling asleep at 7 o'clock while I'm being all witty and charming.'
'Ha! Well that definitely won't happen! And by that I mean, you being witty and charming!' She laughed at her own joke.
'Ouch, mum, ouch.' I joined her in having a chuckle. 'So, what's the plan for today?' I asked.
'Oh, I thought I'd go for a run, then off to the gym, then meeting the girls for lunch before heading into town for a look around that new art gallery, then maybe a stroll around a museum or something, then I have to get home because a lovely young man is taking me out on a date tonight!' She looked at me with an expression of faux annoyance, her eyes wide, eyebrows up and lips flat and pursed together, I could do nothing but smile broadly at her.
'OK, smart arse, you know what I meant. Is Beth coming round or are you going to lounge around in here all day?'
'The former.' she said, 'Bethy is due today, she's going to help me get ready for our date.'
'Wait, you told her about it?' I asked, suddenly worried that I would be perceived as a little weirdo by mum's nurse, who I saw more times than I cared to calculate at this moment! Jesus, I bet she's told all her mates and colleagues about it and they've all had a good laugh. Shit, I'm going to have to pack a 'go bag' and be ready to leave forever, at the drop of a hat! Maybe I'll ask the FBI if they'd put me on witness protection, no, they'd never go for that, besides, they'd ask a load of questions about why, the nosey bastards, why can't they just understand the urgency and importance of the situation and just do as they're bloody well asked?!
'What? I tell her everything!' she said matter of factly.
'MUM! Everything?!' I almost shouted at her. This was completely new information and had thrown a spanner in the works. I hadn't thought this through properly, WOMEN TALK!! I couldn't do anything now, I just realised, Beth would notice a change in her if she suddenly became giddy and spirited and would ask all sorts of questions, and mum might be coy and say she'd hooked up with someone, but then Beth would push for answers and even if she didn't she would realise that mum has no access to men, it's not like she can just go to a bar or something, so she'd put 2 and 2 together and know I had something to do with it and then start pressing me for answers. SHIT!
'Well, not everything exactly, but yeah, we talk. Why? what's the problem?' She asked.
I paused a beat, realising how this must look to mum. I couldn't exactly tell her, 'well mum, I was planning on seducing you and fucking you all night, but now I can't because you'll tell Beth and she'll think I'm a disgusting pervert and probably call the authorities and have me locked up'!
'Er, nothing, it's just, well, you and I are really close, you know, and I tell you stuff, you know, about my life and I, well, I just thought it was between you and I, but if you tell Beth everything....' I tailed off.
'Oh hun, no, I don't tell her anything important, I mean, I might say, you are going through some stuff, like when Lisa ended things with you, I said you had 'girl trouble',' she made the air quotes with her index fingers, 'but I don't go into specifics, that's just between you and I, everything you tell me goes no further, I'd never break the trust between us, I swear sweetheart.' She looked at me with a weird mix of concern and reassurance.
'Um, OK, I believe you.' I managed, but I still had a doubt deep down in my stomach, that maybe she shared a bit more than that, I knew her, I knew what she was like, she'd always blabbed when I was younger if I won something or got good grades, even if I asked her not to, but then I'd get a handshake or an 'attaboy'' from random people like a neighbour I'd hardly ever spoken to who lived 10 doors down from us, she just couldn't help herself sometimes, which is what worried me. I'd have to test her somehow, then question Beth, see if she gives the game away!
She was still looking at me intently, then she smiled, that wonderful crooked smile and of course, my heart melted. I smiled back, then her smile broadened and she grabbed my cheek playfully pulling at my flabby skin.
'Mum, cut it out.' I said bashfully, which made her laugh and pull me into a hug.
'Oh Jakey, I do love you.'
'I love you too mum.' I said with only a hint of apprehension, as thoughts of what I'd been doing over the last few days and what I'd been fantasising about recently and what I was hoping would happen in the near future, but she picked up on it and pulled away from me a foot or so to look at my face.
'Well a little more enthusiasm wouldn't go a miss!'
'Sorry mum, I meant. Oh mother of mine you are the most wonderfullest mother there ever could be, you amaze me everyday with your... amazingness and are so beautiful, even models are jealous of you, thank you for being my most favourite...est mum!' Good save, right?
She pursed her lips together and pulled a face, then she broke out into laughter. 'very funny, young man, oh you do make me laugh, you're so kooky.'
'Kooky? Doesn't that mean dorky?' I asked, genuinely not sure.
'No, it means...' she looked up briefly, searching for an apt definition, 'special, in a weird and wonderful way?'
'Have you just made up a definition, because you just called me a 'dork'?'
She pulled a face where her bottom lip stretched across her face and the tendons in her neck pulled tight, 'errr, guilty!' She said and laughed, letting go of me and settling back on her bed.
'Now who's being funny?' I asked and joined her in a laugh.
We settled into a comfortable silence as she turned the tv on and switched to the news, with some lying politician lying about some lie he'd been caught in, while eating her breakfast as best she could.
I cleaned up after breakfast and sat with her talking. The doorbell rang around midday, it was Beth. I let her in and made small talk with her, despite talking about her a couple of hours before, unbelievably, it had slipped my mind she was coming over today, I bounded towards the door, genuinely wondering who it might be, to be met by Beth's cheesiest grin as I pulled the door open. I guess I was feeling more nervous about the night's possibilities and lost in my own daydream about how it might go, obviously I was only playing the best-case-scenarios in my head, so I had been a bit side tracked and I'd forgotten she was going to be there today.
'Oh, hi Beth, you alright?' I asked still standing at the threshold with my arm blocking her entrance, almost like I was saying, 'you shall not pass!!' in my best Ian McKellan voice.
'I'm great, I'll be even better if you'd get out the way so I can get out of this sun!'
'Oh right, shit sorry! Need any help with your bag?' I asked stepping aside and inviting her in with a dramatic wave of my arm into the house whilst bowing my head.
'Yeah, your mum told me you were hilarious, I see what she means now!' She said walking past me into the relative coolness.
'Are you suggesting I'm not hilarious?' I asked.
'Oh nooooo,' she quickly replied, 'I'm sure you're a laugh a minute!'
'Good, I'm glad we got that sorted out.' She smiled as she walked by me. There seemed to be a twinkle in her eye, which made me a bit more nervous, if I'm honest.
I walked her to mum's room and she went in while I stood at the door. Mum was very comfortable in her presence and they got on like old friends. After her initial checks, she gave mum a light massage, just making sure her joints were getting some mobility and blood into them, while she lay in bed all day. They made small talk and I occasionally joined in, although I had the distinct impression they wanted me to leave so they could have a girlie natter.
So I made my exit and went to the kitchen to start prep on dinner. Now, I'm no chef, but I know how to cook 5 or 6 meals, so I'm also no slouch. After chopping and prepping everything for later I went back to mum's room to see if they wanted a tea or anything. Beth was just finishing up stretching mum's legs. When she saw me, she smiled.
'I forgot to tell you Bethy, you missed your chance with Jake, he's taking me on a date tonight,' she winked at me, 'so he won't be available any more I'm afraid, he's all mine.' She laughed at herself. I stood in the doorway waiting to see what type of response that would garner, so much for not telling her everything, I thought to myself.
Oh yeah? Where's he taking you?' She seemed to be fine playing along with this odd little role play.
'Er, the kitchen I think, or maybe the living room, I'm not really sure, Jakey, where are we going tonight?' Beth looked over her shoulder and noticed me in the doorway. I blushed.
'Just the living room mum, I couldn't afford anywhere else,' I said matter of factly with a smile.
'Ooh, the living room, you sure know how to show a lady a good time, see I told you Beth, your loss.' Beth smiled at her then shrugged her shoulders,
'I'm not sure my husband would be too thrilled if I went on a date with another guy, no matter how hot I think he is.' She made eye contact with mum and winked. I could feel my dick twitch in my shorts, if I wasn't careful I was going to have to leave quick smart before my erection showed.
'Now Bethy, we're all friends here, what happens in this house, stays in this house, if you want another night off from the ball and chain, my Jake will take you out on a nice date in the kitchen or, if you're lucky, like me, maybe even splash out on the living room!' They both laughed. Beth turned to me, luckily I was smiling, but the way mum had said 'another night off' left a lot of questions hanging in my mind. Another night off? had she confided in mum about some sort of infidelity? The thought of it and mum trying to set me up with a married woman, who possibly has already cheated on her husband, so might be open to the idea with a little coaxing... or blackmailing, if I played it right, only put images of 3somes with her and mum in my head, blood was pumping towards my nether region, I'd better get out of here quick.
'Very funny you 2, I just came in to see if either of you wanted tea or anything?' I made my way out the door as I spoke, they both declined. I made it out before it became too obvious the reason for my hasty retreat was the growth between my legs!
I stayed in the hall by the door listening to them talk. Mum told Beth how lovely I'd been since returning from college and that the idea of a 'date' came up after she'd told me about feeling depressed. They both gushed about how great I was, while I leaned on the wall with a massive boner, rubbing myself through my shorts, yeah, I was the best!
Mum told her she was tired of being cooped up and was going to make a bit of effort, like it was a real date. She told her about how lonely she'd felt and then mentioned my break up with Lisa and it might be good for us both to forget about reality for a night. Then Beth said something caught the breath in my throat.
'Well, make sure he wears a condom, don't want you getting pregnant, young lady,' They both laughed. I moved closer to the door and rubbed myself harder through my shorts. Had I heard right, while it sounded like a joke, had they talked about this before?
'Don't be a prude babe, you know it's better skin on skin,' this reignited their laughter. Wait, did my mother really just say that?!
'Ha, you're right, better do anal so it doesn't matter where he cums!' They were laughing like a couple of school girls. I'd never realised mum had this kind of relationship with Beth. They seemed to be on the same wavelength, she could never had said this stuff with the first nurse she'd had, but then, that old battle axe had been in her 70s and had the personality of a freshly squeezed drain sponge!
'Shhhh, shhh he'll hear us and wonder what we're cooking up!' Mum said. My head was spinning, I genuinely couldn't decipher whether this was banter or for real. They'd only known each other for about a year, but had become fast friends, maybe they were at the stage where they share things only BFF share with each other, their deepest darkest secrets, or maybe I was just reading WAY too much into it! Either way, I left them to it and went to my room to jack off and get rid of some frustration! I left my door ajar, hoping someone would see me. I was developing some weird kinks since I'd been home, all of a sudden I was thinking it would be hot for someone to watch me cum!
I sorted myself out and finished up quickly, washed up and got back to preparing for my date. I heard Beth taking mum down to the bathroom. Looks like she was getting ready too!
As soon as the bathroom door shut I quickly shot into mum's room and opened her underwear drawer, hoping the white cotton panties I'd unloaded in weren't there, which would mean, she'd taken them to the bathroom to slip into after her bath. Alas they were still there, however, they had been moved! I wondered if mum or Beth had touched them? The thought got me hard... again! I wanted to quickly pull out a different pair and wank into them, doubling the chances she might slip a cum filled pair on for tonight, but I thought I was pushing it already. Instead, I shut the drawer and headed to the kitchen to prepare the meal.
Over half an hour later, mum and Beth emerged from the bathroom. Beth was helping her along the hall, I watched as they passed the living room. I was in love with my mum, but watching Beth now, I was finding her more and more attractive, maybe, if I couldn't legitimately have my mother, I could pursue Beth and see what happens. I think it helped she was married, it would appear, forbidden fruit and taboo were the 2 main things that turned me on these days!
Dinner took me about an hour to get ready. I had prepared 2 courses, nothing too fancy, but nothing that mum would think I hadn't made any effort. I'd seen enough celebrity chef shows to know where my limits lay and the main problem I noticed with failing restaurants on these shows? Their menus were cluttered with 100 different options and the advice was ALWAYS 'edit your menu down to less than 10 dishes and then do them well', so I was heeding that advice in my own culinary aspirations and, other than easy stuff like scrambled eggs and fry ups, I had 5 or 6 main dishes that I could do really well and every time I cooked one of them, my friends or dates or whoever, would be blown away and think I was some sort of saucepan wielding genius!
As I was nearing completing the cooking, I slowed everything down. My heart was began to increase it's knocking on my chest. I took a deep breath. I wasn't sure why I was getting so nervous, this was my mum, the person I knew and who knew me the best in the world. We didn't really have secrets from each other (apart from the obvious!), we were most comfortable with each other, I'm not saying we walked around naked, but in the past, I'd genuinely accidentally walked in on her in the bathroom and seen her on the toilet or naked drying herself after a shower and it wasn't all one way traffic, she'd walked in on me a few times too, but there was never any embarrassment, and up to a few weeks ago, there hadn't been any erotic fantasies about her, so it had generally just ended with a 'oh, sorry mum, how long will you be?' or something. However, now these new feelings had bubbled up to the surface and all of a sudden, she had gone from my beautiful mum to yet another unobtainable woman I could never get, to add to the list already over a hundred names long, and I'm not talking about celebrities, just normal every day women who were, one way or another, out of my fishing pond!
I'm not always down on myself or a low self esteem type person, I'm actually, a relatively confident guy, reasonably amusing and quite sociable, I was also a realist and knew my limits though, unfortunately, my previous taste in women had been with unbelievably hot girls who could have whoever they wanted and generally went for the loud, over confident jock types (they'll learn, and I wish I could be there the moment they realised that their amazing boyfriend wasn't the one woman type and they should be looking for a more down to earth guy like that Jake, he's not so bad! Even if it's just for the opportunity to say, 'sorry love, you had your chance and you made your choice, but I wish you well in your unfulfilled life with a couple of kids with that cheating prick you chose over me!). But, I digress!
It was nearly 7PM, I hadn't heard from either of the women for ages, I was about to knock and check everything was OK, when the bedroom door opened and Beth came into view.
'OK hun, well have fun tonight and I'll see you day after tomorrow,' she turned and walked into the hall, closing the door behind her. 'Well, young man, I hope you're going to at least put on some nice trousers and a shirt, your mum has really made an effort tonight,' I stood there like an idiot, not saying anything. Beth adjusted her bag on her shoulder, waiting for a reply.
'Oh, right, yeah, I was going to put a shirt on,' I replied. She tilted her head and smiled,
'Good, she's really excited about tonight, she's like a school girl going on her first date, so you better be a gentleman and show her a good time, or next time I'm here, I'll slip something nasty in your tea!' She smiled but didn't laugh, I just stood there nodding,
'well, I hope your conversation skills are better with her, stud! I'm going to hear all about it next time, so, you've been warned,' then she did something she's not done before, she leaned in and kissed my cheek, 'go get her stud.' Then she slapped my butt as she walked away, 'see you in a couple of days for a full debrief.'
'Er, yeah, see ya Beth,' I quickly ran to my room to see if I had any clean shirts, luckily I did, I slipped it on then pulled on a pair of dark jeans. I went back out into the hall, just as mum's door opened. She stepped into the hall, as my jaw hit the floor.
I'd never seen her like this in my life. She was wearing a figure hugging red dress, showing her cleavage, that seemed to make her tits look bigger. She was wearing white stockings with no shoes and at first subtle glance, I couldn't detect any VPL!. She'd done her make up too, nothing over the top, she looked natural and beautiful, she was an absolute knockout.
'You like?' She asked, and swayed from side to side, smoothing down her dress and looking down at herself, giving me an opportunity to drink her in. I checked her out from head to toe and back again, still not 100% about her underwear situation, but just the thought that she had none on sent most of the blood in my body towards my dick, I was feeling fuzzy and light headed.
'Wow,' was all I could muster.
'Correct answer,' she said and smiled. She put her arm out and gripped the door frame to steady herself, I took my cue and stepped forward to take her other arm. She wrapped both her arms into my left arm and leaned on me heavily, I slowly walked her down the hall to the living room. There was a table that I'd set up a vase of flowers and cutlery, I led her over to it.
'My lady, table for 2, I understand your date is running a little late but will be with you momentarily, can I get you a drink while you wait?' I said, acting as 'waiter'.
'Oh darling, this all looks wonderful! I'll have a glass of wine if we have any?' She said.
'Of course, m'lady, we have an extensive wine list. There's red, or.... white?' This made her laugh, as we made it to the table, I smiled down at her and pulled her chair out and helped her sit down. As she slid into her seat I took the opportunity to check her out again, from my vantage point, I looked straight down her top to her magnificent breasts. I so wanted to just grab them and sink my face into them. I reluctantly looked away, 'I'll be right back.'
I rushed into the kitchen, checked on the first course, then poured out a couple of glasses of red wine and immediately sunk one. Red wine is not a drink one should ever down! The acidic burn down my throat nearly made me throw up, I poured another half glass and went back into the living room. Mum smiled at me approaching. I gave her a glass and held out mine, we clinked them together and took a sip. She closed her eyes as she sipped, again I looked at her tits, I sat down opposite her and looked up, her eyes were on me, I'm pretty sure she caught me checking her tits out. I blushed.
'You like my dress, Jakey?' She asked tilting her head inquisitively.
'Er, yeah mum, you look amazing tonight" is all I managed.
'Yes, you'd be surprised what a tight fitting dress and some war paint can do for a gal.' We both laughed. As the night moved on, I became more and more relaxed, it was great to get her out of the doldrums and hear her laugh again. I loved watching her chuckle, especially in this dress, her tits jerked and wobbled as her whole body laughed. We were having a great night, eating, drinking and chatting like 2 old friends, mum was very laid back and polished off best part of a bottle of wine. She washed it down with some water, so her teeth didn't get too stained.
Both our inhibitions had been lowered due to the alcohol. We talked about everything and anything, the conversation, naturally, got round to love lives and sex lives. We had a very deep and meaningful chat about it. She told me how alone and depressed she felt having not had a man even look at her since dad left. She joked that, she sometimes caught me looking at her when her robe fell open or if I was helping her in the bathroom, when I blushed, she laughed and reached over to take my hand, assuring me, it was OK and in fact, she welcomed it, as it made her feel like an desirable woman, even if it was her own son that was checking her out, she laughed at herself, I did not. I sat there listening, I felt a knot in my stomach as I knew the moment of make or break was approaching.
'You alright, hun? You look like you've got something heavy on your mind?' Damn, this woman knew me so well. I could never hide anything from her, my whole life.
'No, just feeling 1st date nerves, being out with such a hot woman.' It was mum's turn to blush. I felt a new wave of love as she broke eye contact briefly and smiled down at the table. I knew if I was going to succeed tonight, I was going to have to step up and be more bold, but obviously, I didn't want to upset or disappoint my mum, so I had to tread a VERY thin line.
'You know, if you feel so alone, you could always try online dating?' She pursed her lips together in a 'Yeah right' expression.
'As if anyone is going to want to date... this!' She said gesturing up and down at herself with her hand.
'Mum! Stop! You are a knockout, any man would be lucky to get to take you out.' I was genuinely a little annoyed that she didn't see her self worth.
'Ha, if only! No, I think I'm done with dating, I don't have the energy for it any more.' Her eyes seemed to be glassy as if she was trying not to just burst out crying. I wasn't sure what to say next. I paused a beat.
'OK, well, you don't have to date anyone, but maybe, I mean, you could.... er, get someone in?' She looked at me with a very serious expression on her face. Then burst out laughing.
'Ha, get a gigolo in, you mean? Ha, yeah, I could do, I never thought of that. You know any?' She raised her glass to her lips and finished her wine keeping eye contact with me.
'No,' I shot back, almost defensively, 'but again, you could go online and find someone, it can't be too hard, I'll help you if you want?' She sat there smiling at me.
'I really do have the greatest son in the world. You do all this,' she gestured at the table, 'now you're going to help me find a nice young stud to entertain me.' She laughed. Again, I did not., I wanted to offer my services there and then, tell her it was OK and no one else would ever need to know, we could play roles if it made her more comfortable, but I was prepared to do anything, ANYTHING she desired, a night off from reality, no guilt, no awkwardness, just an agreement between 2 consenting adults! But thinking better of it at that moment I laughed with her a second and quickly changing the subject, I said,
'Come on, I offered you dinner AND a movie, let's adjourn to the cinema!' I stood up and held my hand out, she took it and pushing her seat back she stood. I moved towards her, still holding her hand, I wrapped my hand around her back and we walked together to the couch. Although, in reality, it was only about 10 steps, it felt like a mile. She looked up at me and held eye contact with me the whole way. It was almost as if she wanted to kiss me.
We made it to the couch and we sat down together. She was smiling broadly with a, sort of, pride, she leaned forward and kissed my cheek.
'I'm so lucky I have you Jakey, you have no idea how proud you've made me, the man you've become, you'll make a great husband to someone, one day.' She curled up next to me and rested her head on my shoulder, one arm was still wrapped in my arm and with her free arm, she slid it across my stomach and pulled me tight into a hug. I kissed the top of her head. She looked up at me again, and I swear, if it had been anyone else, the signal I was getting was 'kiss me'. I freed my arm and put it around her shoulder. Her leg moved over my lap and we sat there like 2 very familiar lovers.
I picked up the remote and put a film on. Nothing too raunchy, but as the film progressed there were a couple of hot scenes. Each time I felt myself get hard and what made it worse was mum seemed to hold me tighter and her leg rested directly on top of my erection. There was NO way she didn't feel it. Her hand was lightly stroking my stomach.
'You used to love this when you were a little boy. You'd sit with me being all fidgety, but I'd start stroking your stomach and you'd relax and eventually fall asleep.' I remembered this. I can't have been 4 yet, but I was a hyper little kid but I used to love when mum stroked my stomach or my back, it was so relaxing and sent tingles through me. Now it was sending electricity though me.
'Mum?.....'
'Yes hun.' She didn't look up from the TV. Her head was right next to my chest and she must have felt my heart pounding. My ears were ringing with my heartbeat, I could barely tell what was going on, on the screen.
'You know, if there's anything you ever need, no matter how big or small, you can always ask me and I'll do it, whatever it is.' There! I'd said it! It was out there, I'd made it clear that if she ever needed to feel like a woman, she just had to ask and I'd be there to be her man. Wait, that is what I said, isn't it? There was a long pause. She stopped stroking my stomach, but kept her hand there, mere inches from the tip of my cock. She moved her head and looked up at me.
'What do you mean hun?' She asked coyly. She calmly looked into my eyes and waited for a response.
'Just... you know, if you ever need anything, I'll be here to do it t- FOR you, I mean, sorry.' I was royally fucking this up, I was going to just forget it and hope we could go back to the way things were, when mum shifted and brought her head up to my level, her hand still on my chest.
'Hun, what are you saying?' She looked at me intently, completely ignoring the movie, I, on the other hand, fixed my glare onto the TV like it was a news bulletin reporting on the start of a zombie apocalypse.
'Jacob?'
'Just, if you ever need anything, ANYTHING, at all EVER, I've got you.' She looked at me quizzically, but didn't say anything. She turned back to the TV and continued to watch the movie. I thought better of pushing it right now, but felt I'd put it out there enough to revisit it when mum was WAY more drunk! She finished off her glass of wine.
'Do you want a refill?' I asked.
'Are you trying to get your mother drunk, young man?' The kind of rhetorical question she would ordinarily laugh at, instead she held her glass out to me with a blank expression on her face.
'Ha, yeah mum, I'm trying to get you drunk so I can take advantage of you later,' I mustered up the best laugh I could but I came out like a nervous cough. I took her glass from her and got up before I said anything else as stupid.
Good boy,' she replied. I could tell she was tipsy, but wasn't sure what the 'good boy' referred to, the fact I had got up to get her a drink or that I had just said I was trying to get her drunk to take advantage?!
I walked over to the table and half filled her glass. I turned to go back to her on the couch and noticed she'd been staring at me. Jesus, how drunk was she?! I sat back next to her and handed her the glass. She took a sip and I stretched out again and put my hand around her shoulder.
'You enjoying your date mum?' She turned and beamed up at me.
'It's the best date I've been on in about 30 years,' she leant in and kissed me on the cheek. Still beaming, she took another sip and settled in next to me resting her head on my arm. I was getting aroused, I didn't want mum to see, I lifted my left leg up onto the couch, so my bent leg, and the creasing it caused in my jeans, hid my growing excitement. It didn't help that mum put her glass down on the table next to the arm of the couch and rested her right hand on my thigh as she settled back.
As the movie continued, almost imperceptibly, she moved her hand across my thigh. I was getting fully erect. Luckily I knew there wasn't too long left in the movie, maybe half an hour or less. I had no idea what was going to happen after that, I was going to take it one step at a time.
My mind started to go hazy, if only she'd move her hand up my leg a bit. I looked at the top of her head willing her to move her hand, like some sort of Jedi mind trick. I lulled my head back on the couch, looking at the ceiling. I closed my eyes...
After a few minutes I felt mum stroking my thigh again, I lifted my head and looked down at her. She was actually moving up my leg! Her hand got to the crease where my leg met my torso and then she moved it right over my straining bulge. She was looking directly at her hand and I was looking at the top of her head. I felt like I was having an outer body experience, almost like I was watching from across the room.
Her hand rested on the mound in my jeans and squeezed. Then she looked up at me. We stared into each others eyes, no expressions on our faces. I was using my Jedi mind trick again, internally instructing her to continue.
She did. Keeping eye contact, her hand moved from my cock and found the top button of my jeans, with minimal struggle, she popped the button through the hole and pulled the zip all the way down. She looked lustfully into my eyes and then broke contact as she looked down and I watched her little hand disappear from sight as she went in and fished my cock out of it's denim prison.
I stood proud and at attention in her hand. She held me at the base and started to stroke. I watched as her little hand stretched the skin then glided back up towards my pulsing purple helmet. I don't think I'd ever seen my cock look as big as it did right now!
My head flopped back onto the couch as she slowly pulled the skin up, then stretched it back down to the base. She leaned into me for balance as she placed her other hand flat, palm down over the very tip of my cock. I actually purred as she pumped one hand up and down and gently rotated the other over my tip, which was now leaking precum.
Without warning, she removed her hand, leant down and very matter of factly, took me in her mouth. My eyes were wide, my mouth hung open as I looked down at the back of my own mother's head, bobbing up and down on my aching cock.
I rubbed down her back, cupping her butt cheek initially and squeezing the magnificent globe, I worked the edge of my hand between her cheeks, meaning to work my way between her legs and into her forbidden honey pot, that I knew would be hot, wet and begging for my fingers, but as soon as I managed to work the material of her dress up as she leant over me, she swatted my hand away and maneuvered herself off the couch and between my legs, kneeling on the carpet in front of me, without taking my cock from her mouth. What a pro!
She then looked up at me smiling as she lightly scraped her teeth across the sensitive skin around my cock end. She suddenly bobbed down and took my entire length into her mouth, I felt my tip pressing into the tighter regions past her tonsils, then she, as quickly, retracted and locked eyes with me again as she lightly scraped me again. with only a hint of tears in her eyes from taking my whole length down her throat.
She repeated this 3 or 4 more times, I lost count in the haze. I wished I'd had my phone near me, so I could capture her giving me this hot, sloppy blow job. It was, without question, the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I was finding it hard to breathe. As I began to breathe more raggedly, she suddenly slowed, holding her face as far down my shaft as she could, her lips were almost all the way down to my torso. I can't tell you how impressed I was with my mother at this moment.
She placed a hand on each of my thighs and began to stand up, leaning forward, keeping my cock in her mouth as long as she could, then releasing it with an audible 'pop'. Without preamble or any pause for thought she slid a leg down one of my thighs, then let gravity pull her onto my lap as the other leg nestled on my other thigh.
She now straddled me and took my face in both her hands as she leant down and kissed me. Our tongues found each other quickly and we made out on the couch, like a couple of newly weds or teenagers. My hands found her butt again and I pulled her to me, so she could feel my still free cock poke her in the stomach. She grinded her pussy into me.
Her dress had ridden up her thighs and every time she slid down towards me, I felt my cock brush her stomach, which sent electricity through me, then while she continued to grind on me and make out with me, I suddenly felt her hand grip my dick again and give it a quick few strokes, to check I was still hard, I guess, then in one motion, she let go of me, she raised her bum up a bit then smiling into my face, with her other hand, took my cock, placed the tip at her entrance and slowly relaxed her legs and let gravity do it's work and she sat down fully on me, burying my cock to the hilt inside her.
Then she uttered the hottest sentence I have ever heard in my life, into my ear as a whisper,
'ooo, you're so much bigger than your father.'
I nearly came there and then, but she didn't give me time to respond as she lifted herself off me a couple of inches, then fell back down on me, she repeated this a few times, then began grinding on me again. I grabbed handfuls of her fleshy arse and helped her grind on me. She was so wet and I was so hard, the warm depths of her forbidden honey pot was indescribable, so I won't bother, needless to say, this whole situation felt completely natural and right.
I encouraged her to bounce up and down on my cock, by lifting her and slamming her all the way down with my hands still gripping hard to her butt cheeks, my cock burrowing as deep inside her as it could go. She buried her head into my shoulder, trying to cover her moans and grunts into my neck, kissing, licking and occasionally biting my skin, but every now again, unable to stop herself, she released a tirade of guttural, primal growls and taking my face in her hands looked deep into my eyes as she rode me as if her life depended on it, grinding up and down my lap, then she leaned forward and kissed my lips tenderly as she could, which wasn't easy as I continued to slam into her, harder and faster from below.
She was tight. Tighter than I ever imagined she would be. My bare cock was aching to shoot my seed into the back of her pussy and coat her inner walls and send my sperm down her tubes in search of her eggs, but I wanted this feeling to last as long as I could possibly could. The thought of cumming inside my mum sent a surge through me and I felt it pulse through the length of my cock and expand my head deep in her cunt. I felt like my cock had grown another half inch or so inside her. I knew it wouldn't take much more to entice my balls to tighten and eject a hot load into her. She gasped as she felt it.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I tried to keep my mind off this incredibly erotic scene, but I kept coming back to the fact that my own beautiful mother, the woman who bore and raised me lovingly, was currently sitting on my cock and about to receive the biggest load I had ever produced, nothing I could think of managed to slow down the inevitable.
I could feel my orgasm beginning, the tightening of my calf muscles, that tingling sensation, up the back of my legs, the point of no return was fast approaching, where I could just let go, lay back and let it happen. Then she uttered the 2nd hottest sentence I've ever hears into my ear again,
'It's OK, just cum when you're ready, sweetheart.' I grunted, actually it was more like a growl.
'I'm... not wearing.... anything though.' I managed, but she just continued to ride me.
'I didn't put... a condom on, mum.' She didn't appear to be hearing me and I began to sense, I was getting close. She took my cheeks in her hands as she slid up and down my cock with the agility of an over achieving teenage hooker and kissed me again, Our tongues wrestled momentarily, then she pulled back a few inches, looked me deep in the eyes and repeated,
'It's OK baby, just cum inside me when you're ready.'
She wanted me to shoot my load inside her! That was so hot, the thought of that moment of release and looking into my mother's loving eyes as it happened, I'd need to chill a bit or that thought would push me over the edge even quicker.
Mum was sucking my earlobe and bouncing on me in a fervoured frenzy, moaning, hot breathy, sweet nothings in my ear as her tongue licked along my lobe, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck, my hands holding on to her bare arse as she bounced harder on my lap.....
'Oh MUM,' I moaned, suddenly opening my eyes and straightening my neck.
It took a me moment to take in my surroundings, while I was in the lounge still, it was darker, yes, mum was still there, I felt her move and turn her head towards me, she was now looking at me, concern in her eyes, but she wasn't straddling me, she was still cuddled up next to me, like she had been before. I must have fallen asleep. My cock was straining against my jeans and an obvious bulge was apparent.
'Yes, what?' mum asked vaguely. All I could manage was,
'huh?'
'You just said, 'oh, mum', like you were going to say something,' she waited, still looking at me. Well, if she was looking at me, she wasn't looking at my boner, so I quickly moved my leg to hide my embarrassment,
'Oh right, yeah, sorry, I was just saying, like, you know, in a 'oh mum, you let me fall asleep and miss the end of the film, kinda way.' She arched an eyebrow, the way some mother's can in a sceptical sort of way.
'OK, well, to be honest, I missed the end too, it's been over about 20 minutes.' she said the 'OK' slowly, still cocking the eyebrow at me like she didn't believe me. Which was fair enough, because, obviously, it was complete bullshit, but I wasn't about to tell her, 'yeah, I just said 'oh mum', because I was having a dream where you sucked me off then rode my dick and I woke up just as I was about to cum in you, hence the 'oh mum'! whadda ya think of that, mother of mine?!'
'OK, well, I think we'll have to catch up on it another night, we're both obviously tired, maybe we should call it a night?'
To which my mother pouted and stuck her lower lip out, 'yeah, I suppose so.' she said, still pouting. I gave it a second, then cracked up and she followed suit. I couldn't quite believe I'd got away with it, but wasn't about to press my luck. She looked so cute faux pouting.
'Right young lady, I better get you home before curfew, otherwise we'll both be in big trouble!' She smiled at me. as her laugh died down
'OK, we better get home then, do you remember where you parked the car?' She asked, then chuckled.
'Come on, let me help you up,'
I stood and leaning forward to hide the tent in my jeans, offered my hand, mum took it and I leant down, with my free hand I hooked it around her back and lifted her, as she got into a standing position, I let go of her hand and dipped to get my hand behind her knees and lifted her completely off the ground. She wrapped her arms around my neck. I smiled at her and without a word, made my way out of the living room towards her room.
As I'd lifted her into my arms, her dress had rode up her thighs. She didn't seem to mind. I couldn't help but look down at where her dress had conveniently opened and exposed her underwear. She had been wearing knickers, it would appear. The dress had hid this fact from me all night and was probably most of the reason I was so hot and bothered all night, The thought of her sitting across from me and then curled up on the couch with nothing on under that dress had initially driven me wild, luckily a few glasses of wine had calmed me though. I could feel her watching me. I stopped, still looking down at her mid section.
She was wearing the white ones I'd cum into yesterday. I felt my cock twitch again. I smiled whilst still looking at her crotch area, without thinking, I turned my head to look at her face. I was still smiling. Mum was looking at me with a half smirk on her face and an inquisitive expression, like she was amused at me looking at her knickers and wondering why I was looking at them smiling. Again, we said nothing, just stared at each other for about 5 seconds. I started to move again. As I got to her door, I put her down.
'Well, I believe this is your stop ma'am,' She seemed to reluctantly release her grip from my neck. I placed her gently on the carpet by her door. We stood there looking at each other, I was leaning forward slightly, still trying to cover my boner. She made no move to open her door. I put my hand on the door knob, then thought better of opening the door. As soon as I did that, the date would be over, I wanted it to last for as long as possible. Mum said nothing.
'You know, normally, at the end of an expensive night out, I usually get a kiss, off my date,' I looked into her eyes, she seemed to be waiting for me to continue, just looking up at me,
'Oh right,' she said, shaking herself out of her trance, 'well if that's what you kids do these days,' she almost whispered it, but made no move. I leant forward and halved the distance between us, when she made no movement either way, I moved my face right up to hers, pausing just before our lips touched, mum's eyes opened a bit in surprise, but before she could protest I pushed my lips onto hers.
It was just an ever so slightly prolonged peck on the lips, that lasted about 4 seconds. I pulled back to try to gauge how she'd taken it. Her eyes were still open in a surprised expression, but she didn't say anything. I leant in again and kissed her, this time I opened my mouth a bit and closed it over her top lip, she hadn't really returned the kiss, but she hadn't pulled away either, this one only lasted half the time, I knew I was pushing it right now, I think she was very drunk. As I started to pull back though, the very end of the kiss, she opened her mouth with mine then mirrored me as I pursed my lips together. We parted a few inches. I stayed there 3 inches from her face, I was about to move again when she whispered,
'Jake,' she just said it matter of factly, not with a raised voice, in fact, closer to a whisper, but I knew what she was saying. I stopped. She looked up into my eyes, tears began to well in hers, she leaned up and kissed me on the cheek, then opened her door and slipped inside.
'Night mum,' I whispered as she closed the door behind her.
I stood there staring at her door from about a foot away. Shit, what had I done? I'd taken it too far too quickly. I adjusted my growing dick, so it wasn't sticking straight out making it obvious. I didn't know what to do, I stood there still staring at the door. I heard nothing from inside the room. I would have expected to hear her rustle as she made her way to the bed, but there was silence. Suddenly the door swung open again. I jerked back a step and stood up straight and stood there like I was guilty of something, even though I hadn't done anything.
'What the hell was that?' She asked evenly with no hint of anger, just a genuine inquiry. I stood there in a stunned silence, my heart began to pound in my chest. 'Well?' She said, a bit more impatiently.
'What? What do you mean?' I managed.
'What do you mean 'what'?! You know what I mean, you just kissed me!' She stood there, one hand on the door frame the other on her hip. If I'm honest, I was thinking to myself at this moment, 'this is like the start of some really unbelievable, fake mum/son scene, that on a slow night I might click on so they get to the fucking quicker, despite how unrealistic the set-up is'. But when I looked up at her face, the expression didn't hold an ounce of underlying sexual tension, only a genuine crumpled brow with one eyebrow slightly raised, inquisitive look.
I didn't know what to say. I had convinced myself to step over the line with her but when it came down to it, she was my mother and I wasn't sure how she'd react, so I decided not to push it, then I'd got caught up in the moment and dived feet first into the deep end by trying to make out with her. I was such an idiot. I knew we'd get past it at some point in the future, we had a really strong, solid relationship, I knew this, but it would always be a massive grey, wrinkly elephant in the room now!
'I know, sorry mum, I just got caught up in the whole date night thing, I drank way too much wine tonight, my mind went a little fuzzy, I wasn't thinking straight, don't be mad, I'm sorry.' There was a pause, I'm not sure she was buying it. Then she said, in a slightly calmer voice,
'Honey, I'm not mad, I was just... taken aback. I didn't expect you to kiss me like that. Christ, I know my love life is in the shitter, but how bad must yours be? You just kissed an old, washed up bag of old lady bones!' She let out a soft, girlie giggle, which turned into an almost melancholy expression on her face, complete with a 1000 yard stare, looking right through my chest, only for a couple of seconds, but I clocked it.
God I loved this woman, even now after this, she still tried to make a joke and make me feel more comfortable. WHY didn't she just go with it and accept me into her bed tonight? We are fucking perfect for each other and I'd do absolutely anything to make her happy. My usually quiet internal voice was screaming like a banshee in my head. Everything would be perfect if she'd only just let me in a little, so I can show her just how good it could be for both of us.
She leant on the door frame and reached out with the hand that was on her hip, and placed her hand on my chest. I stepped towards her, there was only a couple of feet between us. We stood there saying nothing for a moment.
'Come in, come and sit with me... let's have a talk.' She said as she let her hand slide off my chest and moved back into the room. This was it, the point of no return, I was literally about to cross the threshold. I stepped into the room and followed her to the bed. She sat down and patted the spot next to her. I sat down. There was a silence that hung in the air.
'Is everything OK, sweetheart?' She asked. I replied quickly.
'Yes, of course mum.... why?'
'I don't know, you just haven't seemed yourself since you've been back, Beth has noticed too, it's not just me.' She turned and looked at me. I broke eye contact and looked down at her lap. Her lithe, smooth legs sticking out from her dress, her cum filled panties just under there. My mind was wandering, I wanted to push her back on the bed, pin her down, fish my cock out of my pants and force it into her, whether she wanted it or not. I looked up at her face.Beth? Yeah, I've heard you 2 talking.' I said. She furrowed her brow and tilted her head. God, she looked so beautiful when she did that.
'What do you mean? What have you heard?' She asked. I waited a second, trying to recall every detail of the last conversation I'd heard.
'I just overheard you today, I wasn't eavesdropping, I swear, I was walking past your room and you 2 were giggling like a couple of school girls. I liked the sound, it was as if you were just hanging out with a girlfriend, having a laugh, like for a moment, everything was normal,' I broke eye contact again and looked back down at her lap. I wanted to put my hand on her thigh and look into her eyes as I slowly slid it up her leg, under her dress to the heat between her legs, and pull her cum filled panties to the side and slide my finger inside her.
Damn, this was getting out of hand, first thing I needed to do was hit the bathroom and have a cold shower, I was currently a bit worked up, as days of anticipation had built up in me and for some inexplicable reason, I kind of had it in my fantasy soaked mind that I'd be balls deep in my mother at the end of it. Of course that wasn't going to happen, she was sane and I was turning into a complete mad man.
Although, thinking about it, I had sprung it on her. While I had been in my room jizzing into her knickers for days and fantasising about her, she was completely oblivious to it, maybe if I just let it marinate for a few days and try again at a later date, the result might be different. Well, that was a plan, of sorts and probably the best for right now, as I'd have to pick my moment carefully. I'd have to really tone it down and just pray the planets align and another opportunity arises and who knows, maybe I will be balls deep in my own mother by the end of it. All was not completely lost!
Maybe if I pull my puppy dog eyes, she might take pity.
'Beth's been more like a friend to me than a carer, we're like old mates. It's funny, I feel like I've known her my whole life,' she paused a moment, looking pensive, 'I guess she's just one of those people, you know, that makes you feel comfortable in their presence and you find yourselves talking about all sorts,' she tailed off, I watched her as she looked off, lost in a thought, I stayed quiet, wondering if she'd continue and divulge just what 'all sorts' they'd been talking about. The puppy dogs weren't working, so I just furrowed my brow a bit and tried to look pensive and a bit lost.
'She has a devilish sense of humour,' she continued, 'maybe that's why we get on so well, we're on the same wavelength.' She turned and looked at me, then she smiled, her face lighting up, 'she has lots of wild ideas, but they're not serious, like I said, she's a little devil, nothing is off limits with her.... ha, she keeps telling me she's going to bring a guy with her for me one of these days!' Her eyes were wide and her lips thinned in an even smile, like an 'eek' expression on her face.
I reached over and touched her face, 'you should call her bluff mum, you deserve to have some fun.' She leaned her face into my palm, then she turned and kissed my wrist.
'I might just do that sweetie,' we sat there looking at each other for a second, then she broke the silence, 'are you OK?'
'Of course mum, don't worry about me,'
'OK, well, you know, you can talk to me anytime about anything?' the emphasis she put on that last word hung in the air. I leaned over and kissed her cheek.
'Cool, night mum.' I stood up and made my way to the door.
'Good night my love.' Mum said as I walked through the door.
I went straight to my room, undressed, kicked off my boxers and pulled out another pair of my mum's panties. These were red, like her dress tonight, maybe she'd intended to wear them but picked up the white ones as she couldn't find them. I held them to my cock as I stroked myself. I thought back to the incredible dream I'd been having on the couch, right next to my mum, dreaming she had been riding me like a Grand National jockey and those 2 sentences, 'you're bigger than your father' and 'just cum inside me when you're ready'; within a minute my calves were tightening and my hamstrings tingling as I unloaded thick shots of my cum into her fancy silky knickers.
I was prepared to come to terms with the fact that this might be the extent of my sexual relationship with my mother, cumming into her dirty panties, I hoped not, but I was going to have to be careful moving forward and not push my luck. That was until a conversation I had a few days later.