Bab 2351: MUM MAKES THE FIRST MOVE
Harry was my grandpa and the head of the family, who was quite a character and gentleman. Harry had been a successful business owner. He always drove a Rolls-Royce, most of the time he had a chauffeur and my mum and Aunt Sal often spoke of the times they were driven and picked up from school in the Rolls-Royce. Aunt Sal had never married, and I was Harry's only grandchild.
Harry was now in his seventies and still dabbled in properties, but for the last ten years he was spending most of his time in a hotel he had bought thirty years ago and had transformed it into the best hotel in the area. Aunt Sal managed the day to day running of the hotel but Harry was there every day keeping his eye on things.
I lived with my mum and dad in the same town as Harry and Aunt Sal. On my bike, I was only three minutes away from the hotel and had worked there since I was eight, initially sorting bottles and keeping the cellars tidy, moving onto helping the housekeeping department, as there were over a hundred bedrooms in the hotel. As I got older, I was able to help in the bars, ballroom and restaurant. I was also very knowledgeable in the reception.
Growing up, those were the happiest days of my life, every day I was in the hotel, spending time with Harry. He taught me so many things about life and I treasured the time we spent together. Even with my school homework, Harry was excellent at maths, English, and Latin. Every year, my grades were high, and that was down to Harry.
I lived at home with mum and dad, dad had his own business, importing crockery, vases and many sorts of tableware. He was on the road a lot, buying and selling, so wasn't at home that often and if he was at home, the weekends were spent on the golf course. In my teens I got the feeling that Harry wasn't fond of dad, although he was polite when he saw him but no more.
Harry treated me like the son he didn't have. We would go to the football together and he taught me to swim in the Spa's pool at the hotel. The time we spent together was the best for me. Once, dad was busy and couldn't go on holiday with me and mum, Harry went with us and we had the best holiday imaginable. We were all so close, Harry, mum, Aunt Sal and me. There were times I felt dad wasn't part of the family and that was because he was never there.
It was coming up for the final exams of the year, the big ones, and my acceptance to university depended on how well I did in these exams. Harry was spending so much time with me, tutoring me and had even got access to the last three years' final exams on the Internet. I had done well in everyone. I had also passed my driving test and mum was letting me drive her VW Golf, which was great.
It was the middle of June, the house Harry and Aunt Sal shared was big and had a large garden. I had finished my first exam and felt confident. I went to the house but couldn't find Harry, which was strange, as Aunt Sal had told me he was in the house. I found him sitting on the hammock in the garden and got the biggest shock of my life, he was dead. My grandpa was gone. I immediately phoned Aunt Sal's mobile and asked her to come to the house as I got a blanket and covered Harry. I phoned mum next, who told me she'd be there in five minutes, I didn't tell her about Harry. Dr. Grant lived two houses away from Harry. I phoned him and explained everything; he told me he was on his way.
The doctor was the first to arrive; he confirmed Harry was dead and told me he'd been on medication for a weak heart. Aunt Sal arrived next, when she saw the doctor, she knew at once what had happened. Mum arrived a couple of minutes later, the doctor took all three of us into the garden to the hammock Harry was lying in. His words were so comforting. He asked, "May I suggest an undertaker?"
I replied, "The hotel has a lot of contact with all the undertakers in the town, Harry's favourite was Gibson and Co, we'll let them do it."
Dr. Grant then wrote the death certificate. I phoned Mr Gibson, and he was there personally ten minutes later. Everything then was so professionally done. I spoke with Mr Gibson, explaining that I was now sitting my final exams and could we look at my diary so I would be free when the service took place. They would bury Harry on Saturday morning at ten.
That night was tough, mum cooked for us all. We all stayed in Harry's house. The mood was sombre but realistic, mum and Aunt Sal were both so down. I had an exam the following morning; I was confident about it. Mum and Aunt Sal were both drinking wine. Mum had several times phoned dad to tell him about Harry, she had left several messages. I was in the kitchen and heard mum's phone ring.
I got the wine and stood outside the lounge, I heard mum say, "Does that mean you will not be at my father's funeral?"
I couldn't hear the reply but mum said, "You are a waste of space. I don't care if I never see you again."
She came off her phone, she sounded angry and said, "The bastard is in London at the weekend, probably with one of his bitches, I've been the most loyal wife to him but I can't take anymore. Dad had no time for him, he put up with him for my sake. Look how Jack has reacted today, he's done everything, and he's only eighteen."
"Jill, keep it quiet, Jack's in the kitchen, it's better he doesn't know about your problems with that asshole. I'm not surprised, he only thinks of himself."
They went quiet; I waited a minute, then went into the lounge with their wine. The anger on mum and Aunt Sal's faces was obvious, I had often heard dad and mum have arguments, but this was the first time I'd heard mum speak like this.
For the next few days, I was going for my exams and trying to help mum and Aunt Sal around Harry's house. We were all helping each other. I was happy with all the exam papers I had sat; I thought of the hours Harry had spent with me. I knew I would pass as Harry had drilled all the important things into me.
The funeral was a sad occasion, so many people from all walks of life came to pay their respects. There was a lunch served in the hotel with over four hundred people attending. Mum, Aunt Sal, and I were all kept busy. I overheard Aunt Sal say to mum, "I'm glad he's not here, he'd be prancing around here looking for fresh pussy."
I couldn't believe my ears when I heard Aunt Sal say this, it made me think about what was going on between mum and dad. Harry had said nothing directly to me about dad but for years I had sensed dad and Harry had a strained relationship. I also knew that Aunt Sal wasn't a fan of dad either. She would speak to him, but that was it. Mum had said to me a couple of days ago, "Jack, your dad is at a Congress in London, it's on over the weekend and sadly he can't make it to the funeral."
Mum was four years older than Aunt Sal; mum would be fifty on her next birthday. They were very close, when they were younger, they were both into horses and won many events and competitions. They competed against each other, which gave them both a very competitive spirit.
Both were very attractive women, tall and voluptuous and I often wondered why Aunt Sal had never married. Mum had said that she had lost a lung when she was in her twenties and was living on only one lung and she didn't want to marry, which was a waste as both of them were gorgeous looking women.
After the funeral, mum and I moved home again. Dad had come home for one night and what a night that was. Mum and I had eaten, this was the Wednesday after the funeral. Dad had phoned mum to say he needed to pick up fresh clothes. He would stay the night; they had separate bedrooms for over three years. Mum had told me that dad snored a lot and she couldn't sleep when he snored.
I was studying in my room; my final exam was in the morning. I didn't hear dad coming in but I heard mum crying and screaming at dad, they were in the kitchen. Mum's crying alarmed me, I went straight into the kitchen where I saw dad slap mum on the face. The next thing dad was on the kitchen floor and I was restraining him, he couldn't move.
I felt so sorry for mum, she then said, "I want you out of my house, take all your possessions and leave otherwise I will call the police and get them to remove you. I will instruct my lawyers to begin divorce proceedings in the morning and this will be a divorce I will win easily. Take your things and go, you horrible piece of shit."
I was six foot four and had easily overpowered dad. I allowed him to stand up and he walked out of the kitchen, going to the attic where he got two suitcases. He took these to his bedroom and packed his clothes, leaving the house without a single word to mum or me. Mum said, "That's the end now, Jack, I'm so sorry that this happened the night before your final exam. He hit me; thank God you were in the house. He's been unfaithful to me for years. I wanted you to live in a happy home. I never want to see him again."
Next morning after breakfast when I left for school, mum had a tradesperson from the hotel changing the locks in the house. She wished me luck when I left. I felt confident I would pass this exam. I then thought about mum and dad. Dad had done nothing for me in his life. He'd forget birthdays, he spent no time with me. He was a handsome man, an accomplished salesperson, but a useless father. Mum was always there for me; she took an interest in everything I did and she was always there for me. Now it was my turn to be there for her.
That Thursday was my last day at school, we'd go in again in three weeks to get our results, but I was finished at school. Mum was now a lot happier; it was as though she had a weight lifted off her shoulders. I was working a lot at the hotel. The day before I knew my results, Aunt Sal, who hadn't been feeling well, was taken into hospital for tests, it alarmed mum.
I passed my exams and my grades were better than I expected, I was over the moon. Mum and I went to see Aunt Sal, who had wires and tubes all over her body. The doctors were happy with her; they weren't sure what had caused her problems but would have a better idea after all the tests were done. Aunt Sal was so pleased I had passed, she said, "Harry would be so proud of you."
On Friday, my class had organised a night at the pub to celebrate our exam results. I went along, though the only alcohol I enjoy is wine. It was a great night, people who had been in my class for six years were now all going separate ways. I bought a pizza on the way home to sober me up as I had a bit too many glasses of wine. I got home, mum's bedroom light was on, I was climbing the stairs when mum said, "I'm glad your home Jack, there's a bottle of wine in the fridge, could you top up my glass and if you want have a glass yourself."
Mum was drinking a gorgeous Chablis, so I went for it, I filled myself a glass then took the bottle to fill mums. Mum was lying in her bed with her iPad, she'd been watching Netflix again. "How was your night, Jack? Did you have a good time?"
"I maybe had too much to drink, mum, but it was a good night, any word of Aunt Sal?"
"I visited her at seven-thirty this evening, she was good then, I hope they find out what was wrong with her as she had no energy and that's so unusual for her. I didn't tell you, but my lawyer phoned this afternoon, your dad is going to accept all my terms and conditions and will agree to the divorce, he's also going to pay all my legal bills, that's a relief as I thought he'd be awkward about it and spin it out and pay me nothing. Aunt Sal was happy about that, too. I thought you would have gone to a disco after you'd been in the pub?"
"A few of them did mum, I just wanted to get home as I'll be in the hotel all day tomorrow."
"It's great you are there Jack, I'll have to go in and do the accounts while Sal's in hospital. I love this wine, could you get a case from the hotel for me?"
"No problem, mum, it's one of my favourite wines too, you still have a bottle in the fridge, I'll get the wine tomorrow afternoon. I'd better be thinking of bed, I've enjoyed having this glass of wine with you."
Mum moved her leg and her iPad slid off the bed, I caught it, mum tried to catch it too. Mum was wearing a low-cut nightshirt, as she moved, I got a magnificent view of her massive tits, she was braless and the amount of cleavage she was showing was incredible. My thoughts as I saw them were, what a beautiful pair of tits. I handed mum her iPad, which she took and placed on the bedside table. I was embarrassed, as mum must have seen me ogling her massive melons.
Mum was cool, she drank the last of her wine from her glass and said, "I've enjoyed it too Jack, we should have a glass of wine in the evening, do you want me to do breakfast for you in the morning?"
"Mum, I want to be there for seven-thirty when breakfast begins. There's a new waitress who's not pulling her weight, but she's not getting on with the other breakfast staff. I'll have breakfast in the hotel, then you can have a long lie."
I was sure mum was pushing her tits out as she leaned over and gave me a hug. We weren't into showing affection, we'd hug on birthdays, Christmas and if we had done something special. I responded by giving mum a kiss on the cheek and she kissed my cheek too. I went to bed thinking this was unusual, I still felt that mum could have caught her iPad and not shown her big melons. As I fell asleep, I was thinking of mum's tits.
The next morning, I was in the hotel at seven, the night porter was still on duty, Tom had been there for twenty-five years. He was an asset to the hotel as he looked after the guests perfectly. Things were quiet, they manned the reception from seven-thirty. Tom made me a coffee as I studied the arrivals and departure list. Then Tom said, "Mr Jack, the new breakfast waitress is not for here, she's rude to the staff and guests, Miss Sal has been monitoring her, believe me, we'd be better off without her."
I thanked Tom, the morning staff arrived, the breakfast chef was in the kitchen ready to go. The new waitress was last to arrive, she was ten minutes late, the senior receptionist told her off, telling her this wasn't fair to the rest of the staff. Her reply, which I heard, was, "Fuck off, you stupid old cow."
I dismissed her on the spot; we had two other waitresses on duty; I helped serve breakfast, everyone was working well and the problem we had at breakfast was gone. Aunt Sal had warned her of her general attitude, but she hadn't paid attention to the warning. There was chat she could have a drug problem; I was sure she had.
Just after eleven I was sitting in the office, my mobile rang, it was mum, "Hi Jack, can you talk?"
"No problem, mum, I'm in the office and I'm alone."
"I've just had a call from the consultant from the hospital, there are complications with Sal, he wants to speak with me at two, they had to put her on life support an hour ago, I'm so worried for her."
A thousand things flashed through my mind, we had just lost Harry, could Aunt Sal be next? I said, "Mum, do you want me to go with you?"
"Yes Jack, I'd appreciate that, can you pick me up at a quarter to two at my house?"
I told her I'd bring the wine and I would see her then. I arrived a little early and put three bottles of Chablis in the fridge. Mum came into the kitchen, she was wearing a jacket, blouse and skirt, which came to two inches above her knee. She was wearing three-inch heels, her long legs looked amazing. It shaped the blouse around her massive tits; the blouse highlighted her tits amazingly.
I gave mum a hug, I could feel her pulling me closer to her, I said, "We have got to be strong; we must pray Aunt Sal pulls through this, I'm so interested to hear what the doctor says, could this be down to Aunt Sal only having one lung?"
"Jack, I'm thinking the same thing, Sal was at the doctor for a check-up recently and all was good, let's go, thank you for coming with me, you're always there when I need you."
We arrived at the hospital and were shown into a consulting room. The consultant, he looked about fifty, joined us a couple of minutes later. He had a serious look on his face, he said, "We have run into a few unexplained complications, Sal's immune system is not responding the way it should. We have her on life support, this is putting a lot of strain on her remaining lung. We can only wait and hope, she's sedated and feels no pain."
I asked, "What are the chances of her pulling through?"
The consultant replied, "These medications are so new, it is hard to be positive about what's happening. She is receiving the best medical attention that's available."
When he said this, I knew there was no hope. Mum said, "Thank you for your help, would it be possible if I could see my sister before I leave?"
We were given masks and protective clothing and taken to Intensive Care. The Consultant came with us; he was a gentleman doing his job. Mum and I stood beside the bed looking at Aunt Sal, she looked so peaceful. We stood for several minutes. As if he was going to speak, the Consultant cleared his throat. The machine beeped, the screen showing Sal's heartbeat was a straight line on the screen. The room was now filled with staff, checking her heartbeat and pulse. One of the staff switched the machine off. The Consultant said, "I'm so sorry, would you like to be alone with her for a couple of minutes?"
Mum, with tears in eyes, said, "Yes please."
Within a minute, Aunt Sal had all the equipment removed, they left us in the room alone with Aunt Sal. I said my goodbye first, then stood at the foot of the bed as mum said her goodbye. In the car on the way home, mum said, "I'm so happy that we were there it could have happened at any time. Jack, you are all I've got left."
"I'm glad I offered to come with you, she passed away peacefully and had no suffering. Shall we eat in the hotel tonight, that would save you cooking?"
Mum smiled and said, "I got a couple of fresh duck breasts this morning, I'll cook them for us as I don't feel like going out tonight. I need a glass of wine when we get home. I will also have to spend more time in the hotel, I'm getting behind with the accounts."
We got home, mum said, "I'd better change."
"Mum, you look gorgeous in that outfit, it suits you perfectly."
I was thinking how well the blouse made her massive tits look, mum answered, "I feel so comfortable in this outfit, the blouse fits my bra cup size and it works perfectly. I bought three blouses; I wonder how they would look if I went braless?"
Mum went to her bedroom; I changed into a polo shirt and chinos and went into the kitchen where mum was wearing a top and leggings; she was talking with Mr Gibson about Aunt Sal's funeral. I opened a bottle of Chablis and poured two glasses. Mum was happy when she came off the phone, she said, "The funeral will be on Wednesday at eleven in the morning, Mr Gibson is handling it perfectly. Jack, could you check the mail as the postman hadn't been when we left?"
I checked the letterbox, there was an advert for washing up liquid and a letter for me from the university, I opened it and they had accepted me to study Law. I went back to the kitchen and put the advert paper into the bin. Mum was putting the two breasts of duck into a Le Creuset pot with potatoes that would be roasted. Mum said, "There's going to be a lot of work needing doing at the hotel, should we move into the house there as we shouldn't leave it empty?"
I thought for a minute and said, "Harry's house is an asset, we should move there as we must keep the house and gardens up to scratch. You know they take so many wedding photographs in the garden, it will be a lot of work. Mum, they have accepted me for Law but I want to take a gap year and help you in the hotel. We have heads of every department there, but we don't have a manager as it's always been one of the family that has acted as manager and our customers love that."Mum stopped what she was doing, washed her hands, and came over and hugged me. She was pulling me in close and I could feel the weight of her breasts on my chest, they felt so good. Mum said, "Jack, would you take a year out and help me get this sorted out? I would appreciate it so much if you would?"
"Mum, you have enough money to retire with but that's not the point, your father built the hotel into what it is today. We have over three hundred and fifty staff working there. It's their lives, their livelihoods, they rely on us to pay their mortgages. I want to help you and I want to help them."
What happened in the next five minutes, I will never forget in my life. Mum pulled me closer to her, our mouths met, I felt mum's tongue go deep into my mouth. It felt so good; we were kissing each other with passion. Our tongues were like one in each other's mouths. My right hand explored mum's body. I found her massive left tit; I fondled and played with it, I could feel my cock stiffen as I squeezed her big hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Everything felt so good and natural. We broke away, mum said, "I'm so happy you will help me Jack, we have a responsibility to our staff. Tomorrow, we will go to the hotel and work, we can do it if we work together."
We had our dinner; we talked about Aunt Sal and the hotel. Not a word was said about our kiss and cuddle. After dinner, which was delicious, we watched television, then went to bed. In bed, all I could think of, was how good mum's kisses were. How good her tit felt as I had fondled it. Mum had made the first move; she had given me a taste of her. Would there be any more?
I had limited my sexual experience until my eighteenth birthday; it had changed rapidly after that. I was driving mum's car and also the hotel's ten seat courtesy coach. I loved driving this as it gave me driving experience, it also introduced me to lots of varied sex. Tom, the night porter, was so knowledgeable about a lot of the staff's sexual appetites. There was Molly, a cocktail bar waitress, I had heard Tom tell another male member of staff that Molly was a great gobbler. Molly was a voluptuous married woman whose husband was doing nothing for her. I got on well with Molly, one night I was driving the staff home, there were nine staff in coach and Molly was sitting next to me in the front.
After dropping everyone else off, there was only Molly and I left in the coach when I felt Molly's hand on my flaccid cock. Molly asked, "Would you like me to make him hard for you? Are you comfortable driving while I suck your cock?"
Molly was a fantastic gobbler, but she also gave a great ride and we soon had a routine going. Molly was hot and wanted me every night she worked, sadly that was only two nights a week.
There was also Tom's sister, Joan and her daughter Kay. Joan was a widow and worked as a waitress, like Molly, she was a tall, busty woman who loved cock, especially young cock. Kay worked as a receptionist in a dental surgery and also worked part-time as a waitress in the hotel. Kay was twenty and Joan was thirty-nine. Joan's husband had died when Kay was twelve and Joan had brought Kay up well, she was an intelligent, attractive girl.
One night, there were five staff in the coach with Joan sitting in the front with me acting as navigator. I'm sure she deliberately made sure she'd be the last to be dropped off. As we were driving along Joan said, "Mr Jack, I've had too many coffees, I need to pee, could you pull into the parking place coming up? I shouldn't have had so much coffee so late at night."
As Joan got out of the coach, she left the passenger door open, squatted down, pulling her panties down and her skirt up. Where she was peeing, the light from the coach was illuminating her pussy and as she peed, we had eye contact with Joan smiling throughout. Her vulva was smooth and swollen, a jet of golden pee coming out of her piss hole. She then brought a tissue out of her pocket and wiped her pussy with it. She put the tissue into a wastepaper basket and got back into the passenger seat. Joan was smiling at me when she sat beside me and said, "Did you like what you saw? You can have it if you want as I'm all alone tonight, Kay is at a Congress."
I didn't know what to say, but I felt my cock stiffen as Joan put her hand on my cock and stroked it so seductively, she said, "Let me make him hard for you."
She had my cock out in seconds; she was a great gobbler too. There was a parking place around the corner from her house where she told me to park. That was the start with Joan, she loved it in every hole. Between Molly and Joan, they both taught me how to give a woman incredible oral. I loved the sex I was getting from them; it was on a huge learning curve and I was loving every minute.
Kay then started flirting with me, Joan worked more often than Kay, Kay would come in when we had big functions. I was on duty one night when Kay's dental practice was having a table for twelve in the restaurant to celebrate the tenth anniversary of the dental practice opening. They were late in sitting down as they were in the bar. Kay looked stunning, she like Joan had massive tits. Joan had told me Kay was like her and loved cock. This gave me my first fantasy; I wanted Joan and Kay in a threesome.
It was after eleven when the dental party left the restaurant. I heard Kay on her smartphone trying to get a taxi as the last buses stopped running after eleven. I said, "Kay, would you like me to give you a lift home?"
"I'd love that, Mr Jack, I hope it's not putting you out?"
As I looked at her massive tits jiggling, I said, "No problem, I'll be ready to go in a couple of minutes."
She smiled at me and said, "Take your time, I've got all night."
Kay sat close to me in mum's Golf, then I felt her hand on my thigh, Kay asked, "Are you comfortable if I touch you?"
"I love it Kay, it's nice and relaxing after a hard night."
"I can fully relax you? But I'll need relaxed too?"
Kay had my cock out in seconds, it was a hard call who was the better gobbler, mother or daughter? Then Kay surprised me, she said, "I took my panties off in the hotel, I'd love you to feel my cunt as I suck your cock?"
She was wet and had a hairless pussy, she had a big clit just like her mother. I was stroking her clit with my thumb as I finger fucked her with two fingers. Kay came quickly and said, "Jack, may I call you Jack or do you prefer Mr Jack?"
"Kay, Jack's fine when we're alone, you have a lovely pussy, it feels so good."
"Jack, I need your cock tonight, mum and I have an arrangement, if you didn't know. When one of us has someone at home, we don't interrupt, we just let the other enjoy it. Lately, you are the only one looking after mum and I'm impressed with the number of times you make her cum. Mum and I play games when we have company, we are both noisy and I'll be fucking noisy tonight."
Kay was noisy that night, after her third orgasm I worried not for Joan but in case she would wake the neighbours. I was now fucking Kay regularly, as I was Joan. Molly had got a full-time job as a carer in a Care Home, a one-minute walk from her house. She was happy with the money she was making, as she only worked maybe twelve hours a week in the hotel. Her last gobble with me was incredible, she deep throated me and licked my cock and balls clean afterwards.
My fantasy was still to have a threesome with Joan and Kay, but the opportunity never came up. When Joan was working in the evening, I would visit Kay at home. Later, I'd be back in the hotel and drive Joan home. I was now in Joan's bedroom, doing the same things I'd been doing to Kay a couple of hours earlier. Kay definitely knew I was fucking Joan; I was sure Joan knew I was fucking Kay.
One Wednesday night it happened, I was on duty in the hotel, Joan was also working and she was hot. Just after eleven we got into the coach, it was only Joan and I, my mobile rang, it was Tom wanting to know about a late arrival. I parked the coach in a quiet part of the carpark. As I spoke, Joan had my cock out in seconds and was going down on me.
"Jack, I'm so horny, my period is due, I need your cock so bad, let me make you hard as I drive you home."
The coach had a bench passenger seat with two seats and the driver's seat in the front. Joan was lying across these seats gobbling me as I drove out of the carpark. I then saw Kay walking down the road, she was waving at me, I said, "Kay's walking down the road, she's waving at me, what will I do?"
"She's missed the fucking bus and wants a lift, get your cock away before she sees it."
Joan came off me, leaving my stiff cock popping out of my trousers and boxers. I pulled my jacket around and covered my cock with it. As Kay climbed in the front beside Joan, she said, "I missed the bus, I'm so glad I got you. I was out with the girls and the time just flew in. Are you OK mum?"
Joan wasn't happy as it would be so difficult to fuck now, she replied, "As long as you had a nice night darling, I'm glad we got you."
Joan didn't look happy, Kay caught on to this. I was turning a corner and my jacket moved, exposing my massive stiff cock. Kay saw it and said, "Mum, I hope I haven't spoiled your night, can I make a suggestion?"
Joan didn't know how to handle this and replied, "What would you like to suggest?"
"Mum, you know that Jack's fucking me and I know that Jack's fucking you. Why don't we share him tonight and have a nice threesome? He's fit enough to satisfy both of us. Why don't you go back down on him and make him hard and I'll go down on you and make you so wet? We can all have fun tonight if you do that."
Joan didn't know how to react, she thought for a minute; I felt her lips around the bulbous head of my cock as her head started to bob, Kay had taken off Joan's panties and was now fingering her pussy. They both continued this until we reached the parking place around the corner from Joan's house.
That night was incredible, both Joan and Kay were hot. I realised they both had had sex with each other. As I fucked Joan, Joan was eating Kay's pussy. As I fucked Kay, Kay was eating Joan's pussy. They acted as one in bed; the oral was unbelievable. I gave each of them three orgasms. I could do this frequently, even when I was with Molly, I always gave her multiple orgasms.
It wasn't as though I was dating Joan and Kay, I was fucking them. That night started a new chapter, as from then on, when I fucked one, the other was always there too. All three of us loved this, it brought us closer together and the sex also got so much better.
Although tonight, as I fell asleep, I was only thinking about the passionate kiss, cuddle and feel that mum and I shared, would it happen again?Over the next days, mum and I worked long and hard in the hotel, especially as mum needed to get up to date with the accounts. I suggested we employ a bookkeeper who would free mum up and allow her to concentrate on the more general work in the hotel. Mum didn't dismiss it, she wanted to be on top of her new system. The funeral was a big day, it was like Harry's, so many people from all walks of life. The lunch in the hotel was buzzing. A lot of the staff came to the funeral service as they had done for Harry, then went back to the hotel to work.
Mum had never once mentioned our kiss and cuddle evening, I hadn't mentioned it either, we were both working so hard. Mum was a superb organizer, she arranged for two of the hotel painters to redecorate Aunt Sal's bedroom in Harry's house. She gave all the clothes to a local charity. We now had the option of sleeping at Harry's or go home. We stayed at Harry's one night and since the kiss and cuddle night, we hadn't eaten at home once as we were still working in the evening.
Mum sat beside me at the funeral lunch, she looked gorgeous in the outfit I had previously complemented her in although I wished she was sitting opposite me, as her tits in that blouse looked amazing. Before the meal was served, mum leaned over and whispered, "I'm glad it's over now Jack, we can get on with our lives now."
Over the lunch mum said, "I got two duck breasts yesterday from the butcher, I think they may be bigger than the last ones. I'm looking forward to cooking them for us tonight, we need a night off."
It surprised me that mum had bought them yesterday for tonight's meal;, she had obviously given this some thought. Over lunch, mum gave me a lot of eye contact, she was certainly delicious eye candy in her outfit.
After lunch, the room cleared quickly and I went to drive mum home. Being the perfect gentleman, I opened the car door for her and held it open. My cock stiffened when mum sat in the passenger seat and her skirt slid up her thighs four inches, flashing me an inch of her bare thigh above the top of her self-supporting stockings. I also got a glimpse of a frilly laced red thong; I was sure mum had done this on purpose. I thought she had enjoyed the kiss and cuddle evening but the time wasn't right, she'd lost her sister that day. I had the feeling mum was making another move now, she'd waited until after the funeral. I thought, should I make the next move?
As we drove home, mum seemed a little nervous, she said, "Jack, when I was putting Sal's clothes away, I found several of her miniskirts, she must have kept them, mine are all long gone. I tried them on and they fitted me perfectly, I'd love to wear one for you tonight, would you like mummy to do that for you?"
I knew then, mum was ready and was trying to let me know. As we turned into our driveway, I put my hand on her right thigh, my pinkie touched her bare skin and as I squeezed her thigh suggestively, I said, "I'd love that mum but wear at least three-inch heels. Wear the blouse you're wearing but undo a couple more buttons, I'd also like to see you in the blouse braless, I'm sure you'll look stunning?"
Mum squeezed my thigh and said, "Let me surprise you, I want to see you casually dressed, too. Get a bottle of Chablis and I'll catch you in the lounge in a couple of minutes."
I changed into a T-shirt and pair of chinos, got a bottle of Chablis out of the fridge and everything set up on a tray and went into the lounge. I poured myself a glass and thought of mum in a miniskirt, I also thought how soft her skin felt when my pinkie touched her thigh. My cock was stiffening when I heard mum coming down the stairs.
I stood up when mum came into the lounge, she looked stunning in the miniskirt, which didn't cover the top of her self-supporting stockings. In her three-inch heels, her legs looked so long. Her blouse buttons were open and she was showing a lot of tit, which jiggled beautifully when she moved. I couldn't believe that mum had dressed like this for me. She was oozing sex, mum had a beautiful body. I said, "Mum, you are gorgeous, you are a very attractive woman."
"Jack, I'm so happy that you like this, it's been years since I've worn a miniskirt, but I feel comfortable in it. Would you like me to give you a twirl so you can see everything?"
"I'd love that mum but twirl slowly as I want to take it all in."
Mum smiled and turned around slowly in front of me, the miniskirt hugged her beautiful butt, which looked perfect, for her age, mum was gorgeous. As mum finished her twirl she said with a pleasant smile, "Jack, if you would like, I can dress like this when we're together in the house, would you like me to do this for you?"
"I'd love that mum but give me another twirl, this time if you could sway your beautiful hips a little as you turn, I could look at you all day, mum."
"Of course I'll do that for you darling, but I want a nice cuddle when I finish. Jack, do you think I'm sexy? I've lost a lot of confidence in myself. Is this how you want me to move my hips? I can give you a lovely circular motion if you would like?"
Mum's hips were moving like she was dry riding an imaginary cock in front of her. I couldn't believe we were speaking so openly and I was fixated on her hips moving so suggestively now. My cock was rock hard and the bulge in my chinos was so noticeable, I wanted to push mum to see how far she would go.
"Mum, you look so sexy, you're so open-minded, I like that. You know all the hip moves, I love how your big girls are jiggling, will you push them out for me?"
"Of course I will, would you like me to take my top off for you and I'll make them wobble for you? If my tops off you can play with my big girls when we cuddle, I loved what you did to them the last time we kissed."
"Mum, you're exciting me now, I loved how you kissed and I loved feeling your big tits, take off your top but do it slowly. I'm looking forward to my cuddle."
Mum took her top off slowly, her tits were magnificent, the nipples were big and hard, mum wobbled them seductively. As mum brought her left nipple to her mouth and started sucking and licking on it, she said, "Jack, I want to excite you, since we kissed that's all I've been thinking of. If I'm honest, you excite me a lot, we are both adults, I don't have a problem with it, do you?"
Mum finished her enticing twirl as I took her in my arms, before we kissed I said, "Mum, I'm comfortable with it, let me get you very excited now. Can I feel everywhere? If I can feel everywhere, I will know how excited you are?"
Before mum's tongue went deep inside my mouth, mum said, "Of course you can, will I take my panties and skirt off for you? My panties are soaked, just being near you makes me so wet. If we're going to do it, let's do it properly."
Mum was naked apart from her self-supporting stockings and heels, she kicked her heels off as she pulled my T-shirt off; I took off my chinos and boxers as mum pulled me onto the carpet. Her right hand fondling my balls as my stiff cock rested against the inside of her forearm, mum's touch was amazing, her tongue going deeper inside my mouth as I fondled her big girls. I couldn't believe we were doing this; I was loving it and so was mum. Mum said, "I've big girls and you have an enormous cock, Jack, I need your cock now, it's been so long for me. You're hard and I'm wet, lie back and let me go on top, we can do all the naughty things when we're in bed later."
Mum was so agile, the way she moved was so well coordinated, as she squatted over my cock, she noticed some pre-cum on my piss slit. With a graceful movement she squeezed my piss slit open and her tongue licking the pre-cum away. She then slid the tip of her tongue as deep as she could go, down my piss slit.
As mum was doing this, I was admiring her gorgeous vulva; it was smooth and swollen, her thick cunt flaps looked so inviting. Her long sex slit was perfectly formed, I wondered what mum's clit would be like, I couldn't get near it as mum was kneeling between my spread legs taking the full length of my cock down her mouth and throat.
I felt the softness of the walls of her throat; she did a swallowing motion with her throat muscles, giving an amazing feeling to the bulbous head of my cock. Mum was a great gobbler, too. Mum came off me and as she squatted over me, she had her hand around the base of my cock rubbing the head of my cock up and down her gorgeous sex slit, mum said, "I can't wait to feel this big boy inside me."
"Tell me what you want mum, I need to know?"
"I want your enormous cock, I'm going to go on top and give my baby a wonderful ride. I want you to shoot your spunk deep inside me, are you ready for me?"
"I'll always be ready for you mum, give me a good one and wobble those beautiful tits as you do it."
Mum put the head of my cock in the middle of her gorgeous sex slit and pushed down, she was so wet that she took the full length with the first push. I felt the heat of her cunt walls and the lips of her cunt around the base of my cock, mum was tight. Mum said, "You're big, the head of your cock is hitting my cervix, believe me that feels so good. I feel stretched and it feels so comfortable, I think I'm falling in love with your cock Jack. Now, let me get a pleasant rhythm going and I'll bring you off, I can't wait to feel your spunk squirt on my cervix. If I do anything you like, tell me and I'll make it more intense for you. Let me make it tighter for you, I'm rushing, do you like a tight cunt?"
Mum had a powerful rhythm going now, her tits were jiggling beautifully, she was tightening her cunt muscles at the base and head of each thrust, mum was giving a great ride and she was trying to make it better for me, I was enjoying this. I started fingering mum's big clit and knew that I'd enjoy sucking this one. Mum loved it, she was purring with pleasure as she pounded my cock.
I was sure mum had a couple of small orgasms, her pussy was squelching, she had raised the tempo considerably, she was riding me faster and harder now. I wanted to know more about mum's sex life, I said, "I love a tight cunt mum, yours is incredible and you're giving me an incredible ride, dad must be so stupid not to realize this. You are giving me one of the best rides of my life."
"Your dad was into quantity, he would fuck anything, he fucked just for the sake of fucking, I was into quality. Jack, your father was an in and out lover, he only cared about himself. Your father never gave me an orgasm, as soon as he came, he just pulled out. I've already had two orgasms with you, and I feel a big one coming. This is the best ride of my life and it feels so good. I'm glad you like it tight, I'll start my Kegel exercises again, Jack, we can make this work. What do you look for in a woman?"
"Mum, you tick all the boxes, big tits, and a great ride. Are you close, mum? Let's try to cum together and make this one special."
"I'd love that Jack, I'm close. Are you dating anyone?"
Mum was pounding my cock hard, it felt so good, her tits were bouncing now, I loved everything. Mum's pussy was so wet, I was still fingering her huge clit with my other hand. I took some of her cunt juice and lubed my middle finger and as mum pounded me, I slid my thick long finger up mum's tight ass.
Mum loved it, she was gripping my cock tighter and we both came simultaneously. Mum had a body-shaking orgasm and as she shook, she cried out, "This is unbelievable, baby it's so good, everything we've done today has been good, I felt your spunk spurt so hard against my cervix. I can't believe how strong my orgasm was, it was incredible. I loved your anal play, I've had very little of that apart from when I've given myself pleasure, I'd love us to experiment further with this. You didn't say if you're dating anyone."
"I'm not mum, you didn't tell me if you're dating anyone?"
Mum smiled, kissed me lovingly and said, "I'm not darling, the thought has crossed my mind many times but when Harry and Sal were around, I didn't want to do anything in case I got caught, there's something else which is so important for me and that's you, my life's sole object has been looking after you. I'll be the first to admit it, you make me hot, I've also no regrets about what we've done and I'm happy we have done it, your recovery time is amazing, let's try another position but I want you to be in control."
As I positioned mum on all fours, her butt level with my stiff cock at the bottom of the bed, she was now in the perfect position for me to do her doggy style. She knew what was happening and spread her legs allowing me easier access to her beautiful honey pot, mum was so wet as I put the bulbous head in the middle of her dripping wet sex slit. As I gently pushed my stiff cock into her, I said, "Mum, I love your cunt, it's so warm and welcoming, I feel at home when I'm inside you, I'm so happy we're doing this too, is there anything you want me to do to make it better for you?"
Mum gasped as the head of my cock hit her cervix, mum said, "I love your big horn Jack, you have a magnificent cock, it feels so good when you're in me, if I adjust my hips I can take you deep, I love it deep. We have got to experiment with different positions and we'll find things we both like. Just give me a good fucking now, I don't believe it, I think I'm going to cum again."
I laughed and said, "Mum, that's what I'm here for, I'll be your cum machine, every time you see me you'll want to cum, do you want it harder and faster now? Cum mum, I love to feel your warm cum run down my cock and onto my balls."
"Jack, every time I see you, my pussy gets wet, I can't help it, looking at you makes it happen. When we are in the office together, I want you to fuck me on top of Harry's desk or you sit on top of one of those beautiful mahogany armchairs with the ball and claw feet, and I'll go on top and give you a wonderful ride, baby I'm cumming."
As mum's body twitched again, I thought of the times recently when mum and I had been working in the office and I had wanted to fuck her. The office was palatial in its décor, two antique desks and chairs and had its own bathroom. It had been a bedroom but it had a noise problem coming from the kitchen's refrigerators and freezers, and the view was of the kitchen's delivery entrance, so Harry had made it into his and Aunt Sal's office. I replied, "Mum, that's a great idea, I'll be working every day in the office."
The next month flew by, how mum and I kept our relationship secret, I will never know. When we were alone, we were kissing and touching all the time but when in public, we were so respectful of each other. Mum, while in the hotel, continued to dress conservatively but all her outfits were easily accessible, it was not unusual for us to make love twice a day in the office. Mum couldn't get enough of my cock and I couldn't get enough of mum's body.
Within three days of mum and I starting our relationship, I no longer drove the staff home, I set a Rota so a staff member was available every night to drive the staff home. I said that my workload was so heavy now that I couldn't continue and they accepted this as the staff saw the hours I was now working.
Mum and I had the hotel running smoothly, together we had put in systems that made our accounts system so much better. The staff had helped us achieve this and we were all working as a team. As an incentive, we had introduced a bonus scheme which benefited all the full-time staff which they greatly appreciated.
Mum's birthday was coming up, she'd be forty-one. Over breakfast in the house one morning, I said, "Mum, your birthday is coming up, why don't we go away for a break together? We've been working seven days a week for ages, we both could do with a change of scenery."
Mum looked serious and said, "Jack, I'd love that but how can we do it, we've done an excellent job in hiding our relationship but if we went off together for a weekend to celebrate my birthday, then a few eyebrows would be raised. We should just go out for dinner to celebrate as that wouldn't be a problem, Jack, we must keep this secret."
Later that morning, mum and I were in the office, I was checking my emails and I found one advising on a Food and Catering Exhibition in Paris, which ran for five days and included mum's birthday. I forwarded the message to mum and then told her I'd sent her an interesting email. Mum read it, a big smile appeared on her face and she blew me a kiss then said, "Jack, this is excellent, Harry went to this exhibition years ago and made contacts there that have lasted for years. We could go for six nights, I'm so happy that you have found this, I'll buy some beautiful lingerie to wear for you in Paris."
I locked the office door, sat on the antique armchair with my trousers and boxers at my ankles, as mum stripped, my monster cock had all of her attention. As she knelt in front of me, she said, "Darling, book a suite with a King-size bed for the six nights under the name of Mr. and Mrs. Ryan, now let me at your cock, it's so hard, I'm going to give you a great ride."
Mum went down on me, there was no rush, she just wanted to give me pleasure, it didn't take long until I was rock hard. As mum stood in front of me before she mounted me, I knew her pussy would drip, mum always came when she sucked my cock. Straddling me, she pushed down and took my full length with the first push and soon had a powerful rhythm going, she was giving me a great ride. When mum sensed we were both close she said, "Six days in Paris with you Jack, what a birthday present, we'll work hard and play even harder, I'm so happy you have come up with this, we are going to have a great time."
We both climaxed simultaneously, it was a wonderful feeling for both of us, mum and I had been together for over two months and everything was getting better. I booked the hotel and flights before we went for lunch, the hotel I had booked was four-star, but there were at least ten excellent restaurants within walking distance of it. Mum and I were both so happy to be going, we had a nine o'clock flight in the morning and the return flight was six in the evening, it would all start a week on Monday morning.
That night as we lay in bed, mum said, "Jack, this has been our best day, I feel things are falling into place, it's difficult for us to be open as I'm sure many people would jump to the wrong conclusions. We are both adults and have needs and urges, luckily, we both satisfy the other on these issues. I'm so looking forward to our holiday, I'm sure it will be great for both of us."
Mum was fantastic at the next Head of Department meeting, it happens every Monday morning. Mum announced that, "Jack and I will attend the Food and Catering Exhibition in Paris a week today. My father went there years ago, and the hotel benefited from this. I have downloaded a copy of the brochure and Stand Holders, so each one of you can make a list of things that would improve our hotel. If you have any suggestions, then please let Jack or I know by the end of this week."
This went down so well, they all took a brochure, next morning, many people were making suggestions and the suggestions were good. Mum was so happy, her first-class organizational skills came into play, we were both surprised with the suggestions, all were good and practical and, in most cases, would save money for the hotel.
We left on Monday morning and I noticed on the plane that mum was wearing a wedding ring with a sparkling diamond beside it. Mum held my hand during the flight, we could have looked like a couple going on honeymoon. We checked into the Hotel then made our way to the Exhibition Centre, it was huge, mum had expected this and was wearing comfortable flat heeled walking shoes, keeping her three-inch heels for playtime in the evening. We covered a lot on the first day and as we left the Centre, mum said, "This trip has been worthwhile, the table and bed linen we saw today is of the highest quality and we need to replace what we have got. I'm glad we've come, let's get back to the hotel and have a quickie before we go out for dinner."It was the start of a wonderful week, mum had chosen the restaurants we ate at in the evening, she also dressed so suggestively when we went out. I felt so proud she was my partner and we constantly showed affection to each other. Within three days we had covered the Exhibition, we had achieved everything we set out to do. The lingerie shops mum found were amazing, in one shop she bought so much we couldn't get it in the suitcase, so mum had it Fed Ex'd to the hotel.
We spent mum's birthday in bed, only ordering food from room service. It was an incredible day; we were both so relaxed. The rest of the week flew in, we had a wonderful week together and had used the Exhibition to improve the hotel. Our week of lovemaking had been incredible. On our last day we had to check out of the hotel by twelve, so I phoned reception and organized a late checkout to enable us to stay in our room until four-thirty in the afternoon. We had lunch in the hotel then went back to bed.
When we were in the shower, mum said, "Jack, I've made an appointment with my gynaecologist for tomorrow morning at ten, my period is three weeks overdue, it may be my age that could have caused this but if I'm pregnant I will be thrilled about it, how do you feel?"
I took mum in my arms, we kissed so lovingly, I said, "I would be so happy, can I come with you tomorrow?"
Mum kissed me so lovingly and said, "You can drive me but you can't come into the clinic as that would look odd, we must be careful about this. I've been asked out several times at the hotel but I've always declined politely, twice I've had flowers sent; two receptionists have commented on it which could ease the situation for us?"
"Mum, you're a very attractive woman, how would it ease the situation for us?"
Mum kissed me so lovingly and said, "I can say, I'd a one-night stand, the guy banged me up and now I've got a little brother or sister for Jack, this could be our only way out."
We arrived back home then went into the hotel for dinner and to check our mail, everything was good and the hotel had been fully booked during the week. Mum in her own efficient way changed the Head of Department meeting from ten in the morning to three in the afternoon. Everyone would be happy when they heard about the things we'd ordered.
That night in bed, mum and I felt so relaxed, we were in this together; I wanted mum to be pregnant and I'm sure that she wanted the same, my only concern was that it would be a healthy child, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
I drove mum to the clinic and waited in the car, spending the hour she was in there googling about problems from an incestuous relationship. My head was spinning with all the alternatives that could be available, it was a worrying hour, then I saw mum coming out of the clinic, she had the happiest look on her face that I'd ever seen her with. I knew then, without a word being said, that everything was good. Mum got into the car and said, "Let's get home and I'll tell you all the good news in bed."
I held hands with mum as I drove home, I wanted to stop and hug and kiss her, but couldn't do in case someone saw us. We got home, as soon as we were inside the hallway, mum was hugging and kissing me, she said, "Jack, I'm six weeks pregnant, I have a little boy inside me, your little boy, he's healthy, everything is good, I'll stop drinking now, I'm so happy, make love to me now."
We made love and stayed in bed until two, then went to the meeting. Mum and I were so happy, mum had told me she had told her gynaecologist that she'd had a one-night stand with a guy, she knew nothing about him and wasn't interested in trying to contact him. Her doctor had told her this happens all the time and to put 'Unknown' on the birth certificate. Mum also would see her doctor every month, the doctor also advised her to take things easy.
The months flew in, mum changed her diet and clothing, she was now seven months pregnant and you couldn't see a bump, the baby's health was excellent, lots of tests had been taken. We were still making love three times a day; mum loved the spoon position as I didn't put any weight onto her bump. When the big day came, mum had our son in a private clinic where she had the best possible support. I was there at the birth and saw my beautiful healthy son being born.
I had to go back to the hotel but in the evening went back to the Clinic, mum was so happy as she held our son in her bed. I said, "Mum, I think we should call our son Harry, what do you think?"
As tears rolled from mum's eyes, she said, "Yes, we'll call him Harry."
The End.
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