“Tom, love! Are you home?”
Tom came down the stairs two at a time and took two of the bags that Janice had placed in the hallway. She carried the other two into the kitchen, kicking the front door closed behind her.
“Thanks, love,” she said as he set the shopping down on the table.
“No prob!” Tom said and fished in a bag for a packet of biscuits. “You should have waited. I’d have come shopping with you.”
“You do enough, love,” Janice said stroking his cheek. “You’ve got your exams and you do all those odd jobs for my friends.”
“They do pay me, Mum!”
“I know. But it’s still a lot to take on. And some of them are so demanding. Pauline is always asking you to do things.”
“I don’t mind. She’s a nice lady.”
Janice looked at her son. At fifteen he stood five feet ten tall and broad shouldered. Not film-star good looking but a pleasant appearance but with a smile which lit up his face. His eyes, a dark blue, sparkled. She was very proud of her son. She often wished that she’d married his father instead of her ex-husband. Ex because of Tom’s birth. It had been a mad fling at work and Tom was the consequence. Mike had assumed the boy was his and she was not honestly sure which man had impregnated her. It wasn’t until he’d developed that it became obvious that Mike was NOT the father and a bl**d test proved it. Unfortunately, Nick had gone long ago to where, she knew not. She had made her choice and that was all there was too it.
“I met Mrs Johnson. She said you’d been recommended to her but I said you were probably too busy to…..”
“From Elmsworth road. Tall, blonde woman. You probably don’t know her.”
“Is that the one you met last week?”
“Yes. You remember her?”
“Yes. Have you got her number. I’ll give her a call and see what she wants done.”
“Tom, don’t take on too much. She probably needs her lawn mowed or something.”
Tom grinned at his mother.
“Don’t worry, Mum. I CAN cope.”
“I know,” she said handing Tom the slip of paper with the woman’s number on it. He went to the lounge and called. She could hear im faintly arranging to go round and see her later that day and she shook her head gently, smiling.
It was three days later that she bumped into another friend. Carol Jones.
“Coffee!” Carol said. It wasn’t a request but more of an order. They headed for a Costa Coffee and Carol ordered her favourite Caremelatte while Janice had an Americano.
“All right, Jan,” Carol said as they sat at a small table. “How is that hunk of a son of yours.”
“I’m worried,” Carol confided. “He’s doing too much. He’s got his exams and he’s doing all these odd jobs for people around the area. Now Gill Johnson has got him running around for her too.”
“Has she indeed?” Carol said with a grin. “You wait til I see her, the cheeky cow.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, so Women’s Institute and church on Sundays!”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
Carol looked at her friend with an uncomprehending smile.
“Oh, my God! You don’t know, do you?”
“You do know the ‘odd jobs’ Tom does don’t you?”
“Well….No, actually. I assume a bit of gardening or cleaning.”
Carol laughed out loud. Janice was a little peeved.
“Oh, Jan, Love,” Carol said. “I’m so sorry. I thought you knew. The only gardening you son does is planting seeds. HIS seeds - in the garden between their legs!”
Janice actually thought her eyes would fall out.
“He does WHAT!”
“He shags them love! That’s the odd jobs he does.”
“I’ll kill him!”
“Now don’t go off half-cocked,” Carol said. “You won’t win any friends by stopping his services.”
“But he’s only a k**.”
“A k** with a ten inch cock and the stamina of a horse, love. He gives them something they either don’t get from the old man or if they’re single, a bl**dy good shagging without the problems of relationship.”
“But they’re all my friends. Women I’ve known for……wait a minute! Hw comes round to your place.”
Carol sipped her coffee and looked straight at her friend.
Carol placed the cup in the saucer and took a deep breath.
“I honestly thought you knew, Jan,” she said.
“No! No, I didn’t know.”
“If it’s any consolation, it’s the best thirty quid’s worth I know.”
“Thirty quid!” Janice cried and other diners looked up. “She smiled at them and went on in a softer tone. “You pay him thirty quid to fuck you?!”
“Too true and a bl**dy good fuck it is too.” Carol grinned at her friend. “Come on, Jan. Don’t be a prude. He makes a lot of us very happy ladies - if somewhat sore after he’s left, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes, Carol, thank you. T.M.I.” Janice said and paused before asking her next question. “When did he last…with you…..if you….”
“The little sod. He said he had a study period.”
“Oh he studied all right. Hard! In fact very hard indeed.”
“Carol! That’s my son!”
“Lucky you! You probably get it for free.”
“I don’t get it at ALL! He’s MY SON!”
“So?…it’s…well….it’s i*****l isn’t it?”
“Probably! If you get caught!”
“Come on, Jan. If he’s not giving you a seeing to, who is?”
“No-one,” Janice said and added more reflectively. “No one since Mike left.”
“bl**dy hell, girl. That’s disgusting. It’ll heal up if you’re not careful.”
“Really! Carol you do talk a load of…..”
“Don’t tell me, lady, that you don’t lie in that bed of yours and wish some cock was pounding you silly.”
“And in the next room is ten inches of thick man meat at an age when he has more spunk than he knows how to get rid of. That’s why he takes us all on. He’d be wanking every five minutes otherwise.”
“I think I need to sort this out with him,” Janice said.
“And I don’t mean sort it out the way you do, thank you! Do you want anything else?”
“No at, love. I’m full up!”
Janice looked down at her friend’s lap.
“Not only down there either.”
Janice blushed and her friend laughed.
At home, Janice let herself into the house and went up to her bedroom. Her son’s door was closed and she could hear music coming from his room. She went into her own room and sat on the bed wondering how she could broach the subject. Her son was a male whore! He serviced the women in the area - her friends. He wondered how many exactly. A vision went through her mind of them romping with the boy and she quickly put it to the back.
Finally she plucked up the courage and rose and went to his room. She tapped on the door and heard him call out for her to come in.
Tom was sitting on the bed reading. He was wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else. He looked up as his mother came into the room and smiled.
“Hi,” he said. “What’s up?”
“I…..” Janice started to say and stopped. She had no idea how she was going to talk about this. She took a seat next to him on the bed. “I ran into Carol Jones today,”
“Really?. I saw her this morning.”
“Yes, She said you had.” Janice said and the smile on Tom’s face vanished.
“Looks like that’s not all she said,” he said.
“No. It wasn’t.”
There was a long silence while each of them tried to think of what they were going to say next. It was Janice who broke the silence.
“Are you fucking all of them?”
“Yes!” Tom said simply.
“You’re not even going to lie about it?”
“No point, Mum. Carol must have told you everything.”
“Yes. But thirty quid a time?”
“And worth every penny, I can assure you.”
“So I’ve heard!”
“Are you disappointed in me, Mum?”
There was a long silence before Janice answered.
“No. If I’m honest I think they’re bl**dy lucky to be getting it.”
Tom put his arm around his mother’s shoulders. She turned her face to look at him and smiled sadly. Gently he raised his hand and stroked the side of her face. Then he moved his face forward. Their lips met briefly before she pulled away.
“Tom!” she said. “What are you….”
He pulled her closer and their lips closed over each others’. She felt his tongue f***e its way into her mouth and she savoured it for a moment before pulling away and standing up.”
“No!” she said as she stood and moved over to the window and looked out. “We mustn’t.”
“Why? Because I’m your mother! That’s why!”
“And you are a woman,” he said moving up behind her and putting is arms around her waist. She held her own arms over his and was aware of his bare chest behind her, his groin against her buttocks. She could feel his erection through her clothes. “And a very beautiful woman, Mum.”
“Thank you,” she laughed. “And that makes it ok, does it?”
He began kissing her neck down onto her shoulder, easing the silky material of her blouse aside as he did so. She could feel the tingle of lust building in her.
“Sssshhhh,” he said and she felt his hand move over her left breast. She knew he would be able to feel her nipples. She had large nipples and they were erect and the sheer bra she wore made no effort to hold them in. She moaned as she felt his fingers stroke them and then massage her whole breast. Her 36C’s were very sensitive and he massaged them well. He obviously knew his way around the female figure. Once again she tried to move but he held her in place, still kissing her neck. Now below the ear.
“Tom, darling. We can’t…..”
“We can,” he said and turned her to face him. He was kissing her fully on the lips and his tongue was once again in her mouth. She felt she should resist but it felt so good. Her arms were around his neck and she was kissing him back. Her breasts pressed hard against his chest. His hands on her back and slowly working their way down to her buttocks. She Mumbled but his lips were too hard against hers and though she writhed, his arms were too strong. Or maybe she just didn’t try hard enough. A hand went down the waistband of her skirt and eased its way inside her briefs. She felt it caress the soft skin of her buttock.
Finally, she broke away and turned from him.
“Tom, love….” she began as his arms came around her from behind. He was hard up against her body and again she could feel his erection through the shorts he wore. This time his hand went down her skirt and inside the briefs and she twisted her hips but it was stroking her lower belly and her mound.
“You have such silky hair, Mum,” he whispered as he kissed her ear. “So soft and smooth.”
“Now Tom, Stop right…..ooooohhhhhh!”
His finger had found her wet gash and opened it, finding the hard little lump of her clitoris. He gently stroked it. First back and forth then in a circle. She was gyrating her hips and could feel his cock between her buttocks.
“Oh, that feels so good Mum.”
“It’s not supposed to feel good. You are my son, for Christ sake! It’s supposed to….Oh fuck! Oooh fuck! Ohhhh yes!”
“Is that the spot, Mum?” Tom said softly. She raised an arm an held his head. “Is that my Mum’s pleasure centre?”
“Oh SHIT! YES! NO! NO! I mustn’t….WE mustn’t. Oh Yes! Oh for the love of God YES! YES! YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!”
“That’s it, Mum. Come on! Cum for me! Let your son feel all that lovely juice flowing.”
Janice screamed as she felt his middle finger the length of her slit, the tip probing into her and the end rubbing her clit and she came. Hard! She hadn’t had a man touch her for years and it felt good. She knew it was her son but she wanted it. She wanted him finger-fucking her. One massive orgasm shook her entire body and she thought he would stop.
But he didn’t.
“Come on you sexy bitch,” he was whispering to her. “Let me feel that cunt really flooding. Come on my whore mother. You popped me out of there fifteen years ago and now your boy is going to go back inside his Mummy ad fuck her til she can take no more.”
“Please,” she whimpered. “I can’t.”
“You can, Mum and you will.”
And as he said it she could feel another orgasm build. She knew this was going to be different. She had never felt anything like this in her life. This wasn’t an orgasm. This was a tsunami.
Her scream wasn’t a cry. It was a groan of ecstasy. No-one hearing it would ever mistake it for anything other than what it was. It was earthy, dirty, pleasurable, sexual, filthy, lustful and lusting.
“Oh, my GOD! I’ve pissed myself!”
“No you haven’t!”
“I have! I….OooooohhhhhaaarrrhhhhhhFUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!”
She was a limp, rag-doll in his arms. Her head was somewhere that not even the strongest weed could take it. She was falling.
He scooped her up in his arms and gently laid her on the bed. She felt she had no will-power and no strength and just watched as he unfastened the buttons on her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders, gently moving her this way and that. The bra came away and he was bending his face to her breasts. She felt his lips around her sensitive nipples and his sucking. She smiled remembering the baby who had suckled like this all those years ago.
Janice offered no resistance as her hips were raised and the skirt slid over her hips followed by a pair of very wet panties. Her eyes followed him as he gently lifted them to his nose and inhaled then, taking the gusset, sucked on it.
“See, Mum? I told you you hadn‘t pissed yourself. Just squirted.” he said and put the panties to her mouth. She automatically sucked them, tasting her cum on them. She’d tasted it before but usually off her husband’s cock when they fucked but not like this. This was dirty and delicious.
He finally threw them to the floor and stood. Janice watched as he lowered his shorts. A nice, firm pair of buttocks pleased her and as he turned to face her, her eyes grew wide.
“Tom, No! I can’t!”
“Oh, you can, Mum. And you will,” he said climbing on the bed and between her legs. She lifted her head to see the huge knob go to her hairy bush and she felt her cunt lips part to admit it. He was good, gently stroking it up and down the length of her gash, coating it in her copious juices. Then it was at her hole and she felt him pushing. She was opening to him but…….”
“Oooooohhhhhh! No! Tom! It’s too big! It won‘t go in…..AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!”
His weight was on top of her and he was thrusting. She could feel the whole length of his shaft rubbing along her cunt walls and the knob stretching her as it pulled back and thrust forward. She could feel it hitting her deep inside her cunt and he was powering into her. His body pounding hard against her clitoris and she was orgasming again. She was being fucked by her son. She knew it was wrong and she curled her legs around his and put her arms around his back. She knew she must tell him to stop. He was her son after all. She couldn’t let him complete his own orgasm. For God’s sake! She wasn’t on the pill or anything. She HAD to stop him!
His head was next to hers and she whispered in his ear.
“Fuck me, baby! Fuck Mummy hard! Come on you filthy mother-fucker. Give me a belly full of that delicious spunk my dirty little boy. That’s it, son. Go for it! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck Mummy. Yes! Yes! Here it comes, darling. OH, YES! OH, YES! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHFUCKINGHELLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”
She felt the great gushes of cum explode inside her belly and Tom was grunting his orgasm like a Neanderthal, his body shuddering as the last drips dribbled from him.
They clung together for a while before she spoke softly to him.
“You must get off me, Tom.”
“Not yet, Mum. Let me feel the pleasure for a moment longer.”
“No! You must get off me now!”
“Because,” she said, kissing his ear. “That cock needs cleaning and only a mothers’ tongue can do that properly.”
Tom raised his head and looked down at her with a smile, then rolled onto his back as she rose on very weak limbs and knelt beside him. Gently she took the softening organ and kissed it just under the head, then all around before slipping it into her open mouth.
Half an hour later, as she lay naked in his arms, she said.
“Shall I phone Mrs Roberts and tell her you can’t make it today?”
“Well, I just thought that after that exertion…..”
“Sorry, Mum. I’d love to stay here. But these are my customers and I have to go.”
“I just thought that you might like to stay here and - well - sort of - do it again?”
“Oh, don’t worry, mother dear. When a woman fucks like that - we’re going to do it again. And again. And again.”
“Well don’t let her tire you out.”
He grinned and went to shower. Janice laid back on the bed and smiled. A while later he bent over her and kissed her.
“I won’t be late, Mum,” he said. “Don’t get dressed.”
As she heard the front door close, she reached over and picked up the telephone.
“Carol?” she said after a while. “Thank you for telling me about Tom………Yes…….He’s gone to do Mrs Roberts and I’m recovering………Yes……..I think it’s going to be a long night also…….”
Tom passed all his school exams with flying colours and achieved distinctions in many. Of course, it was a coincidence that those classes had female teachers. Three of whom were now very large in the stomach area.
“Tom, Darling. Are you home?” Janice called as she let herself in to the front door.
“Yes, Mum. Need a hand?”
“Wouldn’t mind. What are you doing?”
“Just changing John. Think he takes after his Dad,”
Tom appeared carrying a baby. Janice took it from him.
“There, we are, Johnny. Come to Mummy. That Daddy doesn’t know what he’s doing does he.”
Tom grinned as he picked up the bags from the step.
“I never can work out if I’m Daddy or Big b*****r,” he said. “Which is it?”