It was to be three weeks before I would find out. In all that time I had a series of early starts and when I didn’t Jenny was on late starts as well so there was never any opportunity.
All that day after my conversation with mum my mind was in turmoil. I knew she liked sex from what Don had told me and the pictures he shown me, and the fact that from time to time I had looked in her bedside cabinet drawer and the vibrator was never in the same place for long. What I hadn’t realized was that she was getting off to the sounds of Jenny and me fucking, something I decided to keep to myself. If Jen knew she would become very embarrassed and inhibited, and it gave me quite a thrill to think that mum was cumming at about the same time we were.
Later that day I texted her, Jenny, and told her I wanted her to be a prostitute in the bedroom that night. We often set up role plays during the day and enjoyed the anticipation thinking about how sexy we could be when the time came. She texted back ‘£100, money first.’ I asked her what would be included for that price and she sent back a long list of pretty well everything that two people can do, adding that she would also give me her already soaking thong to keep as a memento.
Through the course of the evening we kept exchanging glances which I’m sure mum picked up on and strangely enough we decided that we were both quite tired and an early night wouldn’t go amiss. As I followed Jenny out of the room I winked at mum who gave a little knowing smile back and wished us goodnight. She followed us up a few minutes later and I heard her go into her room.
From where the bed is situated in our room you could not see the door as it was partially hidden by the wardrobe and Jenny’s clothes hanging on the front of it, so she couldn’t see that I had left it very slightly ajar.
It didn’t take long for us to get into it and she played her part wonderfully. The thing about Jen was that the more turned on she got the louder she became and she didn’t try to hold back at all as she had her first orgasm on my tongue. The fact that I knew mum could hear us had me close to cumming but I managed to control it even though my cock was only pressed against the bedding. After she had calmed down a bit I got her to kneel on the bed so I could fuck her doggy fashion, her favourite position and one where she comes quite violently.
As I thrust into her and felt her thrusting back at me I kept telling her what a dirty bitch she was, a filthy whore to which she responded in equally foul language calling me all the names under the sun. I felt her getting higher and higher and just at the crucial moment I pushed my middle finger slowly but deeply into her arse. She almost screamed with the intensity of her climax, all concern about anyone hearing completely forgotten, and her violent jerking brought me off deep inside her.
After it was all over we pulled apart and fell into the bed and slept soundly, too exhausted to worry about cleaning up.
The next day I was on an early call and didn’t see mum until I got home mid afternoon. Jenny had given me a long goodbye kiss before I left although she was muttering something about sticky and damp but I didn’t have time to do much about it.
When I got in mum made a pot of tea and brought me a cup to the lounge where I had gone to sit. She smiled as she handed it to me.
‘I’m not surprised after last night.’ she said.
I smiled back at her as she came and sat on the edge of the settee beside me, and tried hard not to look as embarrassed as I felt. In the cold light of day things seemed different. She put her hand on my knee.
‘What for?’ I asked. I saw her cheeks begin to colour.
‘I think you know.’ she said softly. I nodded slowly.
‘Twice for me last night.’ she said in the same soft voice. ‘That hasn’t happened for a long time.’
‘Look….don’t feel awkward about it………..it seemed good for all of us.’
I just nodded at her, my face crimson.
‘Does Jenny know?’
‘What, that you can hear us?’
I shook my head. ‘She would die of embarrassment.’
She paused as we sipped our tea.
‘Best she doesn’t then.’
She perked up a bit as she looked at me.
‘I think I’ll pop over to Don’s for a couple of days.’ She took another sip. ‘He’s been asking me for a week or two now and it’s about time I had a real fuck not a plastic one.’
This sudden frankness from my mother amazed me. It was as if all her pent up feelings and emotions were emerging having found someone she could trust and speak openly to. It was a revelation to hear her talk like this and quite frankly it was arousing as well.
She looked at me waiting for my reaction and I cleared my throat embarrassedly.
‘Well……’ I began but didn’t honestly know what to say. She laughed lightly.
‘I’ll probably go in the morning and be back for the weekend…..but I might be a bit bow-legged by then!’
We both laughed and it eased the moment for me. She took our empty cups and put them on the little table then put her hand back on my knee.
‘You know…’ she started softly, ‘I loved it when you were living at home. I used to love having you around and you were such an antidote to your father.’
‘You never really got on too well with him did you.’ I said. She shook her head.
‘Oh it was good in the beginning after we married but I soon realized there were some things about him which were quite selfish. He expected a lot from me but gave little in return which is why I started to go elsewhere.’
She was silent for a minute or two, her mind miles away and long ago. When she continued it was quietly and with a sense of regret in her voice.
‘You know, he never once gave me an orgasm? He would just fuck me from on top and roll off when he had cum and I always had to go to the bathroom to clean up and bring myself off.’
It was an extraordinary revelation but quite plausible knowing how he had been with us.
‘I’m so sorry mum.’ I said softly putting my hand on hers.
She shrugged and smiled.
‘What’s gone is done……but if things had been different I would never have looked elsewhere. It was only when I did I found out how good sex can be and how fulfilled and happy I felt afterwards.’
‘Why did you stay with him?’
She looked at me and smiled.
‘Who would have taken care of you if I hadn’t?’
It suddenly hit me how much she had given up for me and I reached forward and pulled her to me in a close hug.
‘Oh mum.’ I breathed into her ear, ‘I’m so sorry.’
‘Don’t be, you were the light of my life…..and in many ways still are.’
We held each other close and then she whispered something that I will never forget.
‘You know, if you had ever asked me or made any move or suggestion about it I would gladly have taken you to my bed!’
I pulled back and looked at her in astonishment. I was speechless for a moment
‘Oh mum!’ was all I could say
‘I’ve shocked you haven’t I.’ she said pulling back. ‘I’m sorry.’
I shook my head quickly as I pulled her close again.
‘No…..no….I just wish I had known.’
My mind was in a whirl.
‘If only……….’ I hesitated, unsure of what to say next. I took a deep breath
‘If only you knew how often I masturbated thinking about you.’
It was out in the open and strangely enough I didn’t feel so guilty or embarrassed about it as I thought I would. My mothers’ revelations and frankness had opened me up to telling her things I thought were completely taboo, bet here she was pressed close against me without the slightest hint of shock or disgust.
‘I did wonder…..what with my panties and everything’ she said softly
‘And how would you feel if I told you I still do?’ I went on emboldened by the eroticism of the moment.
She looked at me askance.
‘What, this old body?’ she paused, ‘you have Jenny and I know how much you enjoy each other. Why me?’
‘It’s not how you look Mum, it’s who you are and how you are with me.’ I went on softly. ‘You’ve always turned me on even when I was quite young and your meetings with other men only increased my feelings about you. I wanted you very much……..and you haven’t got an old body, it’s beautiful.’
She gave a soft laugh and turned to look me in the eye.
‘Don showed you the photos didn’t he.’ It was a statement not a question and I nodded fearful of what might follow.
‘Good,’ she continued, ‘I told him to after I saw him masturbating over Jenny’s.’
My mouth hung open in surprise.
She looked at me and nodded.
‘I always knew you tried to see me naked when you were young and I would have let you but if your father ever found out he would have gone mad and thrown either you or me out. You know what he was like.’
‘Yes,’ I said softly, ‘only too well.’ I was remembering the number of times he had yelled at me for seemingly trivial things and could well imagine his reaction if he had ever caught me looking at her nakedness. I shuddered.
‘Exactly,’ she said looking at me, ‘but now it doesn’t matter and he isn’t here.’
Suddenly she smiled.
‘Did you like what you saw? Was it worth the wait? Don said you were a bit gobsmacked but I didn’t know whether that was good or bad.’
I suddenly laughed out loud.
‘Oh god they are wonderful! You’re gorgeous!’
She looked relieved.
‘Oh yes.’ I said as I pulled her close to kiss her forehead but as I did she raised her face and my lips met hers. I pulled back quickly and looked at her but saw only and expectant gaze so I lent to her again and kissed her softly.
It was not a normal mother/son kiss, no open mouths and tongues like with Jen, but a long amorous one that had a very clear message and one which neither of us seemed to want to end very quickly. When we did part she looked anxiously at me no doubt expecting revulsion or something similar but saw nothing but wonder as I looked at her.
Suddenly she pulled me to her so her lips were by my ear and we cuddled closely before she whispered ‘I would love you to fuck me John but not now, Jen will be home soon and……’
I was stunned by her words but even more so when I felt her hand in my lap and it holding my erection. She went on softly
‘We will when the opportunity comes…..if you still want to…. but you need to take care of this now.’
‘Oh god!’ I whispered back at her, painfully aware that if she carried on she would take care of it for me.
‘You know, I’ve never actually seen you do it.’
She pulled back and looked at me a little embarrassedly.
‘Would it be too embarrassing for me to watch you?’
The past couple of days had been an eye-opener for me and the things that had happened and what we had talked about made me see my mother in a new light. That she was open-minded about things was obvious even to the extent of wanting to watch me masturbate in front of her and promising sex in due course. But I wasn’t sure I’d be able to.
‘Please?’ she whispered
Almost involuntarily I nodded and as if in a daze made to open my flies.
‘Wouldn’t it be easier if you undid your trousers properly?’ her soft voice was a little husky now and it was obvious she was as turned on as I was.
I stood up and dropped my trousers and pants and stood in front of her, my cock absolutely rigid with the skin right back and the end very obviously wet from my excitement. She gave a sharp intake of breath then whispered ‘It’s beautiful.’
I sat back down on the settee and started to play with myself when she suddenly stopped me.
She stood up and to my amazement lifted her skirt to her neck. Holding it with her chin she hooked her thumbs in her panties, full size white plain ones, and pulled them down her thighs. She sat down again with her skirt still raised and took them off completely before turning them inside out and handing them to me.
To say I was astonished would be an understatement. Here was my mother sitting here virtually naked from the waist down, her grey pubic hair openly displayed wet and matted near her crack, presenting me with her knickers. Her very wet knickers!
‘Show me!’ she urged quietly as her fingers dropped to her cunt as she opened her thighs, ‘show me how you do it.’
I raised them to my nose and inhaled the musky aroma deeply before putting my tongue out to taste the juice liberally coating the gusset.
‘Oh god!’ I groaned as the fragrance and taste worked their magic but this time added to by the sight of my mother masturbating openly beside me.
‘Fuck!’ she gasped as her hand stilled at her slit and her body shook gently but repeatedly with her orgasm. Her eyes were half closed and she was breathing erratically in small gasps as her climax continued, and she had obviously been a lot more turned on that I realized.
I had known I was never going to last long but this took me over the edge and I just lay back in the settee and let nature take it’s course. I spurted strongly, all over my hand and pubis with some landing on my shirt, every pulse watched avidly by my mother. She had her bottom lip between her teeth as she took in every detail, her eyes now wide and glued to my penis, and her hand still between her thighs.
‘Oh my god,’ she murmured breathlessly, ‘that was wonderful.’
I lay back exhausted. The excitement was dwindling now but I made no effort to move or start to clean up, there didn’t seem to be much reason to. My mother too lay back her legs still parted and the hair round her slit wet and stuck to her skin, and I noticed almost absent-mindedly how large her lips were in their swollen state, protruding from the wet grey forest.
We lay there for a few minute not talking, just getting our breath back, my penis now flagging onto my own mess. Eventually we made an effort to sort ourselves out and she reached for some tissues to clean me up. I held out my hand to take them but she brushed it aside and set to and started wiping me, taking hold of my now slack penis as she did.
‘The last time I held this you were a little boy.’ she said with a little laugh, ‘not so little now though.’ she went on softly
‘Oh mum,’ I said wearily, embarrassment beginning to creep back in now, ‘you don’t have to do that.’
‘I want to.’ She continued wiping me. ‘But next time you’d better put it somewhere where it doesn’t make quite such a mess!’
I looked at her in amazement knowing full well what she meant. Now that the excitement was over I thought that would be an end to her earlier request but it obviously wasn’t.
She stood up and smoothed her skirt before leaning down and kissing me quickly on the lips.
‘The time will come.’ she said simply before gathering the tissues and her panties and walking out of the room.