บท 356: Fucking Back to Happiness
byChris7sw©
Just a warm story of how I came to love my mother more than any son should.
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My Mum had always been the rock for me when I needed strength; the soft pillow to bury my weeping head in; the wisely spoken adult who could explain things to growing me; the storyteller and above all, the mother to look up to. As I grew up she was my everything and while I could hardly ever have been called a 'mummy's boy' I'd always have done anything for her. I always loved her dearly, as any son should and my admiration for her never ceased.
Of course my Dad had done his bit too -- he'd always remembered to praise my successes and taught me the manly things of life but he'd also chastise me firmly and suitably when necessary. Of course he also had to spent too much time working and therefore came second to my mother.
I grew upwards quickly, or so my parents kept repeating and by the time I'd secured myself a place in the business world and left home at the age of 21 I was taller than either of them and had a far better physique than my father ever had apparently. In later years all the time he spent behind a desk did nothing for his shape -- whereas I did my best to avoid that fate and exercised rigorously and often.
My wonderful Mum managed to retain her naturally good shape by exercise, regular visits to the gym, a healthy lifestyle and a good diet and of course she also instilled those guidelines in me so I'd join her in her exercises whenever possible -- which is why I was always proud to be able to display my well-formed body. It was definitely her guidance that had done so much to make me what I was and I was always pleased to remind her what I'd achieved and it often seemed that I'd made good use of some genes from her family side.
"You remind me so much of my brother," Mum would murmur, usually gently stroking my cheek or chest in passing, "You're so much like him -- you know, tall and strong and good-looking and successful. He was wonderful."
Her brother had unfortunately lost his life to some drunken motorist but the memory lived on and on...
Her words would always make me smile inside as well as outside -- because they were always spoken with such warmth and they made me all the more determined to live up to her expectations -- and to the best of my knowledge I succeeded.
But the one way I failed my mother was that I hadn't any interest in getting married. Oh, I always guessed that would come later in my life, but nothing was further from my mind. Naturally I kept finding girlfriends who insisted that they'd be perfect for me to marry but somehow I managed to enjoy their delights while avoiding their clutches and their wiles and although I'd occasionally party the weekends away I actually preferred to head back across town to spend time with my parents, settling down for all the world as if I'd never left home. It was so relaxing and comforting to be with them, idly chattering about all and everything, discussing sport or the business world with Dad and kneeling or standing alongside Mum as she gardened or cooked -- or perhaps joining in as she went about her daily exercise routine.
And it was that routine that always caused my mind to twist -- from being that of a dutiful and devoted son to the warped mind of a lusty beast, because watching her working out was more than enough to make juices rise in every part of me.
The way her back would bend and cause her ass to strain tightly; the way her generous breasts would stretch her leotard as she turned and twisted around. The smooth tightness of her midriff and belly along with the sleek lines of her lovely legs. The way she could stretch her legs so wide apart and bend her body in all directions. Even the occasional grunt of exertion was completely erotic to me and I'd find myself captivated and unable to move away and yet full of lust for her body at the same time. Much as I should have curbed my thoughts I just wanted to tear her skimpy clothes off and ravage her amazing body with my throbbing straining cock. Of course I was also captivated because she was my Mum and I was proud of her, but equally so she was a woman of exceptional physique and beauty whose body would have been very welcome in my bed had she not been my mother. It was well worthwhile watching her, not least to provide me with some very erotic memories for later in bed.
For a good number of years that was our routine -- Dad and I would work or chew the fat, Mum would keep fit and provide a lovely home for us; I'd exercise my sexual needs with the local girls and everything was calm and lovely. That was until I arrived back at home one day to face tears and sadness and as I held my weeping mother she managed to explain that Dad hadn't been feeling too well in recent weeks and after visits to the doctor and the hospital they'd been told that he had an inoperable tumour that seemed to be growing quickly and aggressively.
Suddenly things turned around and it was now my turn to be the rock; the calming voice; the helpful son and the man Mum looked up to as Dad quickly sank into a mere shell of his old self and I now spent more and more time helping Mum to care for him, then being the one for her to unburden her heart to. It was a very sad time, the only vague consolation being that Dad didn't linger for long. Inside four months he was gone, leaving Mum and me with a big hole in our lives.
But not that long after the funeral it was once again Mum who became the strong one and one day, after I came back from work I found that Mum had seemed to have lifted herself and for once she smiled at me again.
"Come on darling, this won't do, will it?" she rhetorically asked as she let a wry smile form, "We can't go on moping, can we?"
I shook my head, then encompassed her in my arms, holding her tightly as she mourned briefly, then she stiffened and straightened up.
"Thank you darling, I needed that," she said, then reached up and kissed me.
"You're so wonderful Chris, how on earth would I have managed without you?" she said, her eyes boring into mine.
"No, I'm just being me, it's you who've been so strong," I said, "You'd have got through if I hadn't been there -- you'd have managed."
She sighed heavily then took my hand and held it tightly.
"Yes, but without you I might have cracked up -- it was you who pushed me through I think," she added, "Come here, let me hug you again."
A moment later we were cuddling tightly once more as Mum tried to rebuild her renewed brightness.
It took a while for us working together to remove all unnecessary traces of Dad. Of course, Mum retained loads of mementos and personal things but they remained inside a cupboard, away from her daily gaze.
"It's nice to know he's still there but his body's gone now so I don't want to be reminded all the time," she said wisely, "But I can always take a quick look when I need him, can't I?"
It was in those times when she dwelt on her memories that I'd admire her for what she was. A fairly tall well-formed woman with amazing locks of wavy mid-brown hair and a pleasingly rounded face. She was my ideal woman on whom I based many of my desires, a woman with a ready smile, warm soft lips and bright happy eyes that were often full of expression.
And then, soon after we'd set everything in it's proper place we came another watershed moment when, as we relaxed after dinner one day, Mum reached across and put her hand on my arm.
"Darling..." she began, "Oh dear, I don't know how to say this, but why don't you come and live with me?"
I think that my eyebrows spoke for me and Mum laughed, shattering the seriousness.
"No, silly, not like that!" she said with a wicked stage wink, "I think I'm scared that if I stay here alone I'll get old and boring and lose interest in life -- whereas if you're here, I'll never get bored and perhaps you'll be able to help, you know, put a spring back in me."
"I can try to do that anyway," I argued back, "I'm not far away and you can see me any time and have your peace when you need it."
"No, I mean, here we are -- you have to pay rent on your place and all of this house is just for me," she added impatiently, "I'd much prefer it if you lived here; this place needs a man to help fill it out -- so how about it?"
It certainly made sense in many ways and Mum pushed on quickly.
"You come back here to live," she persisted, "You'll save on rent and I'd be able to see you every day, wouldn't I? You can have your choice of bedroom -- there are three that aren't being used, aren't there."
"You already see me pretty well every day," I answered but Mum's hand tightened and then she slapped my arm by way of retort.
"Chris, I'm being serious and it makes so much sense," she continued as she rubbed my arm better, "And that way we'd be able to help each other, wouldn't we?"
My eyebrows lifted again in amusement but this time Mum merely giggled at me.
"You're terrible!" she laughed as she stood up, "Anyway, think it over while I go and get us a drink."
My mind swirled as the small exchange of vaguely sexual innuendoes stirred my natural needs but I now realised that the availability of sex with my mother close by was going to be a problem. I lifted my eyes to ruminate and as I did so they locked onto the sight of Mum's retreating body as she headed across the room to the kitchen and I was captivated.
Her body looked deliciously sexy as I watched her move; her tight curvy ass, her swaying hips, her slender legs and her trim waist all spoke loudly of sex and suddenly my arousal was complete.
The sight was powerful magic and I was as stiff as a poker in an instant, turned on by a lack of sexual release of late, by the innuendoes and by my mood. Quickly I adjusted my erection inside my jeans and shook my head.
Sure, Mum was always sexy and desirable but why right now? What was happening?
It was a moment later that I realised the answer.
Since Dad's illness and death Mum's posture must have become slumped, lethargic and droopy but this time as she walked away, with her mind now concentrating on us, her natural sexiness seemed to have returned in a big way. At least for now she appeared to have cast off her cares and years and grown youthful again.
A couple more moments passed and then Mum was returning with two big glasses of what proved to be sherry, one of which she handed to me, giving me further food for thought as her breasts swayed before me. She wasn't revealing much but as she leaned down so the tops of her breasts filled my eyes as the neck of her loose top fell forwards.
"Cheers darling," she said as she sat down again then she lifted her hand and we clinked our glasses together before drinking.
Silence reigned for a little while as the warmth of the sherry glowed inside me, before I felt that I had to speak.
"I think you feel a bit better now, don't you Mum?" I asked and it was her turn to raise her eyebrows.
"Pardon?" she said, fortunately still smiling, "In what way?"
"Well, you seemed, ummm, bouncier if you know what I mean," I spluttered, digging myself into a big hole, "You know, perkier -- more bubbly, springy or something."
Instantly I saw Mum's eyes drop towards her jutting breasts and as she did so she must have pulled her shoulders back because her breasts seemed to lift and swell, the change matching the sudden smile on her face.
"Well, I suppose I am," she said as she wriggled her shoulders causing her breasts to sway deliciously, "I've realised that I've got to put the past behind me and look ahead, haven't I?"
I nodded and smiled at her, then blew her a kiss to tell her that I loved her.
"I think I'm also assuming that you'll say yes," she said after she'd blown one back, "I mean, you almost live here now as it is. You spend so much time here you might just as well move back in -- and you know there's loads of room."
Now you may think me stupid but at that moment, when my mind agreed to move back, I'd just forgotten the sexual aspect -- that I'd be embarrassed to bring any girls home. All I could see were the comforts of home, the closeness of my mother and her cooking (to mention but two benefits that were always important to me) and how sensible it would be.
"Go on then, I'll do it!" I suddenly exclaimed, then felt all hot as Mum's face lit up happily.
"Oh darling, that's wonderful!" cried Mum, "That'll be perfect!"
A moment or two later she almost leapt on top of me, pressing herself warmly and tightly against me, kissing me profusely and making me feel even hotter and hornier! It was lovely to have some of her old self back but not a little embarrassing right now because my cock, which was still aroused from the earlier sightings, perked up once more and quickly grew in size and stiffness. As I held Mum on my lap, there wasn't much I could do to prevent her from feeling my sudden erection pressing into her ass, even though she didn't move away or comment.
"Oh you're such a darling!" she enthused, as she eventually levered herself up off me, "It'll be so lovely to have you back!"
From all that exchange there was one especially powerful moment though -- the sight of Mum glancing down at the ridge of my erection, then smiling as she moved away. Her enigmatic look alone certainly served me as ammunition for a strong climax soon afterwards when I was alone in my bedroom.
It didn't take all that long for me to return; I gave my landlord a months' notice; moved all my possessions back inside one Saturday afternoon and had arranged my old bedroom to my liking that same day. There were still some small alterations that I wanted to make but I was happy now and already felt very much 'at home' again.
Sitting down to eat that evening felt so normal that when she reached across the table and took hold of my hand I wasn't in the least bit surprised.
"I love you Chris," said Mum happily as she squeezed my fingers, "And do you know what?"
I shook my head as I awaited her explanation...
"I feel so much better that I think I'm going to start doing my exercises again," she said and at that I suddenly felt the pressure in my jeans as my cock responded once again.
"Hope my leotard still fits," added Mum, then she pulled her hand from mine and cupped both hands under her breasts, lifting them up before looking up at me.
"I think I've put on a bit of weight recently," she said and she jiggled them, "Don't you think so?"
I felt myself go all hot and felt the pressure increasing again but I nodded gently.
"Possibly a bit," I offered, "The exercise will help and it'll keep you feeling better too."
"It'll probably help my bum as well!" laughed Mum as she stood up and turned around, "Look, it's gone all wobbly too!"
Her ass was far from wobbly to be honest and was still just as peachy and firm as before -- I know because I'd admired it (and her boobs) not that many minutes ago.
"No it's not wobbly -- but yes, exercises, great stuff," I said honestly.
"You make sure you join me, won't you?" she asked, "It would be so nice to do it together again if you don't mind."
"MMuuuuMM!" I laughed, "Do it together indeed!"
"I didn't mean like that!" she laughed back at me, "Stop being so crude!"
She stood up and took the empty glasses back to refill them but I wasn't concentrating on her this time. Instead I was just feeling so happy that Mum seemed to have found some of her old vitality again.
That evening, having kissed Mum goodnight I retired to my room to browse the internet, moving quickly to my favourite porn site. There the bouncing breasts, naked pussies and delicious asses suddenly set my mind thinking of the problem I'd overlooked.
How was I to get my share of pussy if Mum was in the next bedroom? I'd have to rely on the girls letting me go back to their homes -- always risky business in the event of any irate parent interrupting us. Or could I really bring a girl back and into Mum's house?
"Excuse me Mum, so-and-so and I are just going upstairs for a fuck!"
No way could I do that...and my erection, stirred by porn (and memories of Mum's boobs and bum) sank back suddenly. I'd lined myself up for a life of chastity it seemed...
Despite that gloomy outlook but with some stirring memories I eventually managed to rub one out, then sank into a deep and needed sleep, worn down by the momentous events of the day, eventually waking feeling somewhat refreshed and relaxed.
I rolled over and sat up, then lifted myself from the bed and stretched. I'd slept naked as was my habit and now, as I let the kinks of sleep drift away, my cock stood there in its erect mode, pressed by the need to urinate and the power of the usual 'morning wood.' Already my foreskin had peeled back and my knob gleamed with smears of precum that must have oozed out during the night.
"Shower," I muttered, accustomed to relieving the pressure during my morning shower and still naked, hard and half awake, I opened the door and stepped into the hallway to head to the bathroom.
As I pushed the bathroom door open it suddenly came to my sleepy mind that there was some noise in the bathroom already but the connection didn't reach my brain until I'd stepped into the room and shut the door. There before me, hidden by the shower curtain was Mum, singing quietly as she showered, her voice stopping suddenly as I entered the room.
"Oh -- is that you Chris?" she called out and a second later her head popped out from behind the curtain.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed as she saw me standing there naked and erect, "Oh Chris, I'm sorry -- I didn't mean to..."
Her head disappeared again, leaving me mentally confused and fragmented.
"Oh fuck," I muttered, then managed to control my voice.
"Mum, I'm so sorry, I wasn't awake, I should have thought that you might be here," I said, words tumbling from me, "I'm sorry, I'll...errr...catch you later."
"It's alright Chris," came Mum's voice as I slid away and closed the door, "Don't let it worry you..."
I didn't wait to hear any more but headed quickly back to my room before almost crashing back to sit on my bed as I let my brain gather itself together. Mum had just seen me bare and erect and I really didn't know how to react. On one hand I was shocked and sure that Mum would now kick me out but on the other hand I was very excited, suddenly imagining Mum naked in the shower, then her inviting me to join her and having sex together. So aroused was I by the latter thought that I grabbed my stirred up cock, threw myself back on the bed and after a brief spell of jerking I pumped huge spurts of cum up over my chest and abdomen. My climax was powerful and sudden and yet, with the sexy idea still in my mind, I knew I still needed to do it all over again.
Once more I gripped my cock with renewed energy, stropping one hand urgently up and down my hot shaft while rubbing my cum-splattered nipple with the other hand and it was then that matters twisted around once again.
Suddenly my door flew open and Mum stood there, clad in a huge pink towel, her hair wrapped in another towel.
"I've finished -- you can use the bathroooooo... Ooooo!" she gasped.
I froze, my hand still wrapped around my erection, my body still besplattered, my mind in pieces.
"Oh Chris, oh, not again! I'm sorry!" Mum gasped but as she spoke she too must have been shocked and lost her concentration because suddenly the towel around her head began to unravel.
Quickly her hands rose to catch the loosening towel but as they did so the towel that enclosed her body came undone too, slipping suddenly to the floor.
"Ahhh -- oh what!" she cried as she made valiant but useless moves to grab the towels.
In an instant Mum was standing there naked, revealing her amazing body to me in all her glistening glory.
"Oh damn!" she cried out as she bent and picked her big towel up, soon wrapping it around her body again, "You didn't see that, did you!"
Then she was gone again and moments later I felt my second orgasm arrive, one that sprayed my face with an exceptional squirt of spunk, before adding to the pools of cum on my belly.
"Fuck, that's really done it," I muttered to myself as I reached for the towel that lay on the chair beside my bed, "Why the fuck did I bother to move back...?"
Despite my concern about being caught in the act there was a far stronger memory burnt into my mind -- my mother's naked body. I could still see, in my mind's eye, every little crease and curve; the perfect swell of my mother's generous breasts; her raspberry-sized nipples that stood proudly; her dimpled belly-button; her glistening pubes that had obviously been neatly trimmed; the small pink protrusion that was her clitoris and her long sleek delicious legs. She had been an amazing vision; genuine wank material that would serve me for years to come -- I just knew it.
But how to deal with the 'now' -- of coming face to face with Mum once I was dressed and decent? I had no idea except to scan my room to see how quickly I'd be able to gather all my stuff together for a quick departure.
First off however, I definitely needed a pee and a shower so using the now cum-soaked towel around my middle I opened my door and, having checked for sounds and sights I scampered into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. My bladder was now straining so I released the pressure and then, after I'd also cleaned my teeth I stepped into the shower, gratefully washing away the evidence of my morning excitement. Having already cum twice I didn't even need or want to jerk off as I usually did in the shower.
There were several large towels on hand and with one wrapped and held firmly around me I headed back to my room where I dried off and dressed, my mind full of thoughts as I readied myself for the showdown.
It took me several minutes to drum up the courage to go downstairs but eventually I pulled myself together and made my way to the kitchen and much to my embarrassment and horror Mum was already there but she disarmed me in an instant by smiling hugely.
"What a morning!" she exclaimed happily, "That was such an exciting shock, wasn't it -- well, two exciting shocks actually!"
I frowned, not having expected this reaction then managed to laugh with her as I suddenly realised that all was not lost and a moment later my fears were gone as she threw herself into my arms for a morning hug and kiss.
"Yeah, sorry Mum," I replied, "I just wasn't awake properly."
"Oh darling, don't let it worry you," she said as she pressed her warm soft body against me, "It was unexpected though, wasn't it?"
She laughed again, then stretched up and kissed my lips warmly.
"You may not have been awake properly but part of you definitely was, wasn't it!" she said with a sweet giggle before burying her head in my chest again.
I felt the heat from my blushes spreading all over my body...
Such was my relief that she wasn't angry that despite the heat inside me I felt almost light-headed but as I shook my head I suddenly realised that I was becoming erect yet again! Quickly but gently I pushed Mum away, then turned to make my first and Mum's second mug of coffee and fortunately for me my cock lost interest in the proceedings.
I was actually lost for words now as I made myself comfy on one of the kitchen stools and as I did so Mum lifted herself onto another stool and sat there with me.
"These things happen," she sighed easily as she blew on her coffee, "And actually, do you know what -- it brought back so many memories darling."
"Like what?" I asked without expecting much more.
"Oh, just those early days when your dad and I were first together," she said wistfully, "I remember much the same happening back then -- your dad walking in just like you did and seeing me naked -- we weren't used to such things back then either."
"Surely you must have undressed for him some times?" I asked, "I mean, you were married."
"Oh yes, but we weren't as worldly as we all are now," said Mum as she put her mug down, "We actually used to turn the light off before we undressed -- at least, to start with..."
We both settled to drink some coffee before Mum started again.
"Gosh, those were the days!" she said, her eyes shining, "We were like a pair of rabbits once we got going!"
I couldn't help but smile at her words and she continued...
"Your dad was so hot and sexy," she mused, "Mind you, I wasn't exactly a shrinking violet either -- no way was I!"
I waited for her to continue, which she did after another mouthful of coffee, but when she spoke she shocked me.
"Actually your dad wasn't all that big -- nowhere near as big as you darling," she said and as she spoke her eyes seemed to sparkle and her tongue slid over her lips, "But he knew how to use it. Gosh, I miss those days and nights -- we used to have so much fun!"
She looked intently at me suddenly.
"You have fun too, don't you -- I mean you get girls into your bed don't you?" she asked and I nodded.
"I've had my share," I admitted cautiously.
There was a pregnant pause...
"Well, tell me!" she exclaimed, leaning towards me, "Do you bonk like rabbits?"
"I guess so," I answered, not sure what to reveal, "Not recently though."
"Well, no, you've been moving home, haven't you," she said, "But I bet you're good in bed, with that great big thing of yours."
Her eyes flashed downwards then back and I knew exactly what she meant but she then disarmed me easily as she changed the subject.
"So what are you planning to do today?" she asked, "There's a new fitness place in town and I thought I'd go and see what it's like -- that'll leave you in peace, won't it."
"Actually I wanted to put up some shelves in my room," I replied, Mum's words having successfully batted away all sexual thoughts, "I'll have to go and buy them so I'll be in and out."
"You can get your own lunch, can't you?" she asked as she twisted her upper body from side to side, "I could do with a good work-out so I don't know when I'll be back."
Before long we'd parted and gone our own ways and it wasn't until the early evening that we met again, Mum now looking somewhat disappointed.
"What's up?" I asked as soon as I saw her face, "Troubles?"
"No, nothing serious darling, it was just that fitness place I mentioned; it was terrible!" she sighed heavily, "All bright lights and loud music -- and far too many people. I had to go and take a long walk on the beach to unwind again. I think I'll stick to working out at home."
"Oh, bad luck," I empathised, "That's the modern world for you I guess."
"If that's so I'll be happy to stay right here," said Mum with a shrug, "Anyway you'll be here to help, won't you. How did your day go, by the way?"
"All done!" I answered happily, "Found just what I wanted -- it was easy."
"Wish I could find what I wanted," murmured Mum quietly, "That would be so nice..."
"What's that?" I asked, not thinking of anything in particular, "Anything I can help with?"
Mum's eyes opened wide and her mouth fell open, before a huge smile formed -- then she laughed.
"Ohhh, you definitely could!" she laughed, "Judging from what I saw this morning!"
I felt the heat rising once again, just as quickly as I also felt my cock doing the same, but I did my best to ignore both.
"I'll make no comment Mum," I replied as calmly as I could, "So how about a little drink?"
I felt pleased that I'd managed to deflect the discussion onto a safer subject...
"What a good idea, I'll have some of that sherry please," said Mum, "One of those nice big glasses."
I stood up to head to the cupboard and suddenly realised that my cock was still quite firmly inflated and even as I glanced down I could see the lengthy outline of the shaft, but I was committed now and moved as quickly as was decent to the cupboard for Mum's glass and drink and then to the fridge for a can of lager. By the time I returned to the table I could already feel that things were less pressing, so to speak.
"Thank you darling," said Mum as she took her glass and sipped gently from it, "You'd make a lovely waiter!"
She giggled suddenly, making me think that she'd already been imbibing, but I knew that she hadn't.
"What's so funny?" I asked innocently.
"You!" she said, waving her hand around but generally pointing downwards, "My head waiter -- all nice and starched and upright!"
I was lost but Mum wasn't.
"That thing of yours darling -- it was there again!" she chuckled, "I saw it -- all stiff and wonderful just like this morning!"
She winked heavily at me while her smile stretched across her face.
I really didn't know how to handle such comments coming from her, so I just laughed them off, then told Mum that I had some calls to make, before heading to my room, quickly closing the door behind me. I shook my head slowly as I wondered what on earth was up with Mum, before reducing myself to innocently browsing on my laptop, keeping well away from the porn for once.
The following morning was far more normal but apart from briefly seeing Mum with her blouse half on, half off as she finished dressing there were no alarms.
We breakfasted together peacefully and it was only after we'd cleaned almost everything away that things stirred up again.
"That'll do for me -- you can put the rest away can't you? It's my time now," she said as she brushed her hands down her sides and patted her belly, "Time to try to get rid of some of this. Come and help me when you've done."
She strode off down the hallway to her workout room. It was supposed to be the breakfast room but soon after they'd bought the place Dad had been able to work from home, so the room became his office and they started eating meals more informally in the large kitchen instead. Then his company changed their ways and Dad had to work from the main office and so Mum had cleared it out and installed her mini gym.
A couple of minutes after Mum had disappeared I too headed to her exercise room -- only to be shocked to the core because there, in the middle of the room, was Mum in her underwear with her leotard in her hands.
"Ooops!" I gasped as I spun around to leave, only to be called back.
"Don't be silly Chris," she called out, "I'm only changing -- I'm sure you've seen worse! Well, I know you have!"
Somewhat reluctantly I re-entered the room to find Mum still standing there facing me, her tiny panties hiding almost nothing and her superb breasts bulging from her bra, a bra that was so see-through that her flattened nipples were easily visible. My downward glance also told me that although Mum claimed that she needed to lose weight, it wasn't going to be from her remarkably flat belly.
"Oh dear, how on earth am I going to get into this?" she asked as she held up the leotard, "I'm sure it won't fit now."
I'm no prude and love the sight of female flesh but even so I felt that I just shouldn't look, despite my hidden desire for her body. She was my own mother -- if she'd been any other woman I'd have locked my eyes onto her charms but it didn't seem right to even look at her body, although Mum seemed to think otherwise as her hands stretched out towards me.
"Come here darling, let me lean on you while I try to get this on," she said, as her hand found mine.
"It's only like putting on a swimsuit Mum," I pointed out but she shook her head.
"Yes but these things get in the way and anyway I'm out of practice," she insisted as she shook her breasts, "Come on, help me."
Reluctantly I edged slowly closer until Mum grabbed my shoulder and held on tightly, pulling me closer still until one bounteous breast leaned warmly against my arm.
"Hold still..." she asked as she lifted one foot and slid it into the garment, "Ahhh, that'll do for a start."
Once she had one leg inside it was easier for her to get the other one in, then she pulled the leotard up her body, easing her delicious ass into place, then lifting each breast into its enclosure.
Finally she was clad but although it seemed to fit it was definitely very tight in places even if I was happy enough with the effect. Of course the leotard was thin and stretched over her wonderful body so it hid very little but somehow that layer of material made it acceptable to let my eyes wander everywhere. I was happy enough but Mum wasn't and in a moment she'd climbed out of it again, then stepped away.
"Doesn't feel right -- hold on," she said and with that she reached behind herself, undid her bra and let it slide from her breasts, quickly throwing the bra onto the chair, then stood there, half clad while she looked at me.
"That's better!" she said as she shook her breasts as if to loosen them, "Ohhh, yesss, that feels much better!"
The temperature had suddenly risen hugely it seemed and as it did so my cock rose too, jerking upwards to stretch my trousers obscenely. At that moment however I couldn't have cared less, because the sight of my mother's amazing breasts was so absorbing -- but what happened next was even more so!
"It'll probably help to take these off too," she murmured as she bent down and as she did so she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them, then stood upright, entirely naked before me.
If I thought I was aroused by the sight of her tits it was nothing compared to now! Her pube-bedecked pussy was like a magnet to my eyes and it was only after I'd enjoyed a long look at her charms that I suddenly remembered that it was my mother's pussy.
But just as I pulled my eyes away, Mum bounced slightly and spread her legs apart then brushed her hand quickly over her pubes several times to fluff them up.
My eyes locked onto her again and whilst I could see her breasts as they bounced and swayed, my eyes were locked onto her pussy as its lips parted before me as she stretched.
"Ohhh yes, should have done that to start with," said Mum blithely as she shook her body, "Ok, let's try again."
I was still in shock as she grasped my arm again and lifted one leg to fit into the leotard but this time, with her naked boobs pressed against me I could actually smell the warm feminine aroma of her body -- possibly actually the scent of her pussy itself. I breathed deeply, absorbing her fragrance and ignoring my quivering throbbing cock...
A few seconds later and she was pulling the leotard upwards again, covering her breasts once more then wriggling her body to ease it into place.
"That's better, right -- time to work out!" she said, seemingly completely at ease with her body as she pressed the 'play' button on an old CD player.
Now she may have been at ease but I was still in shock! Her leotard actually seemed to be enhancing her sexuality, seemingly showing off her confined pussy and boobs. Her breasts were squashed and yet looked even bigger than usual and just as exciting while her pussy lips had been split further apart by the pressure of the almost entirely see-through material and now displayed a slice of pink flesh within her pubic triangle. My cock was throbbing so hard I thought I might explode right there and then.
But even worse, or better, was what was to come! Getting swiftly into action Mum began stretching and bending in time to the rhythm of the music, giving me sightings that left me open-mouthed and as hard as steel. I reached the limit of my endurance however when she stood quickly with legs apart then bent away from me until her head was almost touching the floor -- in the process showing me her pert but wide-spread ass and below that her pussy, the lips now wide apart too!
"Mum, Mum, put it away!" I gasped, "Cut it out!"
"Cut what out?" she asked seemingly innocently as she paused her movements and stood upright.
"You're showing everything!" I blurted out, "I'm here, don't forget."
Mum didn't answer at once but instead she just stood there breathing heavily for a few moments, then she moved right up against me. Her heaving breasts pressed against my chest while her hands reached round behind me and pulled me tightly against her, my own arms automatically closing around her too.
"What's the matter -- too much for you, am I?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement and possibly arousal, "Why don't you join me darling? You used to..."
She squirmed seductively in my arms, her firm breasts sliding relentlessly against me. I could actually feel the hardness of her nipples now and a quick glance downwards told me that they'd become erect.
I was in two worlds with two minds and two kinds of reaction. The clean-living me accepted her body while the dirty me wanted to encourage her onwards. The sexual side of me had never had any dealings with incest but then again I'd always lusted after Mum, if only in my mind. And above all she was a very desirable woman, one who was obviously in heat, just as I now was. My cock was quivering with need; jerking with desire and dripping with anticipation and, more importantly, was pressing hard into my mother's lower abdomen. One small move downwards and I'd be right against the entrance to her vagina!
"Come on sweetheart," said Mum as she wriggled away a little, "You do some bending too, it's nice to have company."
"I can't concentrate on exercising when you're doing that," I answered as I tried to pull away, "Let me leave you to it."
"Don't be silly!" Mum retorted quickly, "I'll tell you what -- why don't you get your clothes off -- who needs them right now!"
"I do!" I gasped, shocked to the core by Mum's blatant movements and words, "My errrr...penis...I mean I might not be able to stop...oh fuck!"
"So?" queried Mum as she glanced down at the huge persistent tent in my trousers, "Come on Chris -- be nice to it -- let it loose!"
As she spoke her hands quickly reached for the belt of my trousers and before I could sensibly react she had it loose, had my trouser fastener undone and was sliding my zip down. I gave in to the inevitable and just stood there as Mum lowered my trousers and boxers, gently patted my ankles to get me to step out of my clothes. Then she was standing again, lifting my t-shirt up and over my head, leaving me wearing even less than she was!
"Oh, that's better!" she said as her eyes swept their way up and down my body, "Oh Chris, that IS bringing back some wonderful memories!"
I was in her hands and just didn't know what to do -- the time to flee was long past and Mum was in control and having inspected me to her satisfaction she shrugged her body out of her leotard once again and then stood before me, equally as naked as I was.
She looked flushed and hot and not just from her exercises, that was for certain! Her breasts now seemed to stand more proudly and her nipples were small pink-brown mountains atop her boobs. Her pussy actually gleamed with her wetness -- possibly sweat but equally as likely sexual juices from her arousal. But just as importantly she was smiling hugely, her eyes twinkling with fun, her lips looking as wet as her pussy.
"Well then, now what should we do with you?" she breathed as I stood there, frozen with excited yet shocked desire, "I know -- you can come and hold onto me while I do the next bit, can't you?"
With that she turned the music back on and then, grabbing my hands she guided them to her hips, clamping them in place before bending deeply at the waist. Immediately her firm ass pressed back against my erection, which slid up the gap between her cheeks causing Mum to pause her movements.
"Oooops -- hang on, let's get it right," she said as she stood upright again.
A quick reach-around and to my horror she took hold of my cock and pressed it downwards until it fitted between her legs.
A moment later and she was bending again but this time the angle of my erection pressed my penis firmly up into the hot damp crease of her pussy. Thrills shot through me, jerking my cock harder upwards, making my hips quiver and shudder, causing my cock to thrust forwards between her legs.
"That's it, you've got the idea!" Mum exclaimed as she pressed her buttocks back against me, "Now, make sure you hold me firmly -- I don't want to slip over."
Then she began repeatedly twisting and turning to the music, stretching down to slide her hands down each leg; to place her palms on the floor and to generally stir me up more and more. I could feel my penis sliding in the increasingly wet slit of her pussy and knew that I was lost.
Of course I should have said or done something but I was mentally trapped. I was providing support for Mum and I was helping her and at the same time I was living the dream. All those years of lusting after her stretching straining body and now here I was with my cock firmly in the clutches of her loins and loving every moment -- and yet entirely uncertain about what to do.
Mum's movements went on and on until just as I was sure that I was about to explode from the stimulation she stopped, turned off the music then stood upright, leaning back against me. My penis was pressed from the wet, slippery heat of her pussy to simply quiver between her legs.
"Phewwww!" she exclaimed happily, "That was good work."
She looked over her shoulder at me, her hot sweaty face one big smile.
"You're not saying much Chris?" she commented, "What's up -- too much for you is it?"
"I don't know what to say to be honest," I succeeded in saying, feeling myself quivering all over, "We've never been like this; never done this before."
"And look how much fun we've missed!" she added, her hand reaching up to stroke my face.
Her slight turning dislodging my cock so that it slid quickly from between her legs before slotting up the cleft of her ass to stand there quivering, pressed between us.
"Yeah, but...this nude stuff; the way you're being so errrr, sexy," I spluttered, "What's the idea?"
"Don't you like being part of my routine?" said Mum, her voice soft and gentle, "I thought you'd rather enjoy it..."
"I do, but I don't know what to do," I said, "I mean, why are you suddenly being all sexy?"
"Ohhh, I don't know," she said with a smile, "It's just that when I do my exercises I always get excited and once upon a time your Dad would have been there to, you know, help me."
"So now he's gone...?" I began before Mum interrupted me.
"... you're here -- now isn't that handy!" she exclaimed quickly, turning around in my arms.
Suddenly her hot sweaty breasts and belly were pressing against me deliciously and no sooner was Mum comfortable than her hips began to rub her pubes against the underside of my erect cock too.
"Ahhh!" I gasped, already being on edge, "Stop it -- don't do that Mum!"
"Why on earth not?" she said softly, "We both need some help and oh, you mean you're getting close, are you?"
Unconsciously I nodded, feeling her pussy pressing even harder against me and Mum smiled again.
"Your Dad was like that too, once up on a time," she said as she bent down somewhat and kissed my nipples, one after another, "And this is what I'd do for him."
With that she sank quickly to her knees, her hot breasts slipping down my body then sliding past my straining erection, before her hands found my cock and held it warmly.
"Doesn't he look lovely!" she mused briefly, "I bet he feels wonderful too!"
And then she opened her mouth and just engulfed my knob, her lips tightening as if to lock it inside her mouth.
"Mmmmmm," she hummed happily while her tongue slid all over my urgent knob, then she lifted her head away.
"Come on then, give it to me!" she said before sinking my cock back into her mouth.
This time she wasn't playing. This time her lips worked firmly on me while her tongue did wild and wonderful things to my cock and all the while her cheeks sucked and squeezed my cock. There was no way that I could stop her and no way that I could last for long either!
"Careful!" I hissed, feeling my juices rising remarkably quickly, "You'll make me cum!"
"MMmmmmmMM yessss!" exclaimed Mum, her head nodding quickly without letting my penis loose, "Mmmmmm!"
It didn't really matter now what she said because I was about to explode. Her mouth was incredibly talented and seemed so determined to have me shoot off that I could only let it happen.
"Ahhhh, ahhhh, watch out -- here it comes!" I cried as I felt the first spasms shake me from head to toe, "Ohhhh Mum, Mum -- I'm cumming!"
I saw Mum jerk back a little as my first eruption squirted into her mouth, then her grip on my cock tightened as she swallowed and sucked harder. Four more spasms ejected more cum before I'd exhausted my spunk bank; four times I jerked and twice more Mum swallowed, before lifting her head away.
"Mmmm, that was nice, really nice!" she said, her lips and tongue still securing the remnants of my ejaculation, "Did you like that too?"
"Of course I did," I panted, my body still quivering from the climax, "But it shouldn't have been you sucking me off, should it?"
"And why not?" countered Mum as she stood up and made a show of swallowed the last of my load, "Don't know of anyone else to do it -- well, not here anyway!"
"Yeah but..." I mumbled, "Its incest."
"Oh so what, dear!" exclaimed Mum as she kissed me firmly, her hot body pressing firmly against me, "At my age it doesn't matter any more -- all that matters is being happy and you've certainly done your part Chris."
"It's still incest," I insisted, my mind somehow set on disagreeing, but Mum was having none of it.
"I don't count a little blow job as incest!" she said firmly, "You'd need to penetrate me before I'd call it incest."
I was still in shock because despite my years of lusting after my mother my desire had just been for wanking material and now that sex between us had come true it felt entirely unreal.
"But why are you doing this?" I asked, "What's made you so -- ummm, wicked now? What are you playing at?"
"I'm not playing, I'm serious!" she answered, "I told you, we both need some release and now that I'm free I don't intend to become sexless -- I want to live! And you're part of my life, aren't you?"
Inevitably I nodded and Mum smiled.
"Good, I'm glad you agree with that -- now come on, stop being so puritan!" she said as she squirmed against me, causing my cock to stiffen again, "You like sex, don't you?"
I nodded again, speechless with amazed shock.
"Well so do I and who better to share it with than your son -- or in your case your mother!" she continued, "And since we haven't committed incest yet in my eyes, we'll do the job properly later on when we get upstairs!"
If my mouth hadn't been open before it was wide open now, shocked at Mum's sudden freedom of mind and expression and yet also in my mind was the answer. If I was moving in then I was now the man of the house, so to speak, so why not perform as the title implied, especially since Mum was now bereft of a sleeping partner.
"Does that mean you want us to sleep together?" I asked and Mum nodded quickly and firmly.
"Well yes, of course!" she said easily, "Why, don't you want to?"
"Oh Mum, I've always wanted to," I admitted at last, "There's always been something special about you -- about the way we get on so well and I've always wanted to have you."
I felt myself glowing with embarrassing thoughts and yet I also felt better for having let my feelings loose and at that moment I just knew that sex with Mum would be perfect. In an instant my cock jerked hard, lifting several inches upwards and catching Mum's eyes.
She smiled yet again, reached out to wrap her fingers around my cock and then closed in until our lips met.
"We don't have to wait until tonight do we?" she purred, her lips soft, wet and warm, "I'd just love it if we could go to bed right now."
To my mind we'd already broken the incest barrier and there was only one thing left to do and I wasn't about to back down now! Gently I wrapped my arms around my Mum, then kissed her back, our tongues finding each other, our lips slipping and sliding around, our love deep and warm then together we turned and headed up the stairs to her bedroom.
There, after another loving kiss Mum just let herself flop down onto her bed and I followed her to finally rest beside her, the pair of us naked and excited.
"Ohhh darling, we've made it," she sighed happily, "Now, where would you like to start?"
Mum was on her back with her legs slightly parted. Her generous breasts had now spread across her chest, falling to both sides of her too. Her sleek trim body lay there waiting for me; her remarkably firm abdominal muscles were clearly visible while her motherly hips led me to her delicious pussy. Her lips looked flushed and full and her clit stood clear of her trimmed bush. I really wanted to go down to kiss and make love to her lovely pussy but somehow that seemed wrong, whereas putting my cock inside her seemed perfect.
"I want to love you," I breathed, my heart pounding loudly, "I want to make you cum and cum and I want to fill you up Mum."
"Ohhh sweetheart, yesss, yessss!" she hissed, "Come on then, I think I'm all ready for you right now!"
There was no time for finesse or for play -- it was actually 'doing the deed' that was the only thing that mattered now and I quickly found myself climbing between her legs, which parted further for me, then poising myself over her, my very erect penis pointing right at her vagina.
"Ohhh Chris, yesss that looks so good!" breathed Mum as she gazed down at my cock, "Come on then, put him in!"
The moment had arrived -- the moment that I'd wanted all my life and yet never expected -- the moment that our two bodies became one. Slowly I adjusted my posture until my cock was just inches from her pussy. The natural angle of my erection was wrong however, so I took hold of it and aimed the tip at her hole -- then looked up at Mum.
She was smiling so broadly and looked so happy that I knew that we were doing the right thing and with that I moved my hips downwards and let my cock sink between her lips and into her vagina itself. She was so wet and ready that there was simply no friction or delay as my knob pressed into her hot wet opening.
Mum cried out quietly, not in distress but with delight, while I just held my poise and my breath with wonder. I was inside my Mother -- inside her pussy, heading up into her body from whence I'd come all those years ago. I was going to push my cock right into her, then fill her with enough seed to populate the world and make her cum just like my Dad used to.
I sank downwards, feeling my penis soak in her slipperiness as it filled her hole completely.
"Ohhh Chris yessss, that feels perfect!" sighed Mum as her arms closed around me, "Just leave it there for a little while -- it's been so long, I just want to feel full."
"Hey, speaking of full, do you want me to cum inside you or shall I take it out?" I asked but Mum shook her head.
"Ohhh, you'd better cum inside me or else!" she said with a laugh, "Not yet though, surely not?"
"No, no, I was just checking," I answered, "I didn't want us to be interrupted once we get going!"
I moved my cock gently, pressing it deeper inside before sliding partially out, then pushing my full length in again.
"Ohhhh, that's so nice!" crooned Mum softly, "You could do that all day!"
We laughed happily together before Mum's arms tightened around me.
"On second thoughts no, I want a nice big orgasm and I want to feel you cumming too," she said, "So you'd better get moving darling."
"You won't get pregnant, will you?" I asked as something of an afterthought and Mum looked pensive for a moment before replying.
"Possibly," she admitted eventually, "But doubtful at my age and anyway so what -- we'll cross that bridge if ever we come to it. Now come on, just love me -- fuck me darling!"
I'd never heard Mum utter that word before but I knew that it was entirely appropriate for what was happening so I didn't comment except to move my cock in and out somewhat faster.
"Ohhhh yes darling, like that!" said Mum as her own body began to respond, "Come on Chris, work it -- fuck me -- do it properly!"
Together we began to fuck each other, our two bodies both in motion, twisting, thrusting, grunting and gasping as we worked up a good head of steam. Sweat was beginning to form on my brow and on the top of Mum's breasts and Mum's pussy seemed to have found a good supply of lubricating juices because I could hear the slippery sounds of my cock as it plunged into her, time and time again.
"Oh this is good, so good!" gasped Mum as we fucked on and on, "I'm going to cum soon, I can feel it."
"Yeah, come on then, let it go!" I answered as I continued to slam my cock into her increasingly wet pussy, "Cum for me Mum, cum for me!"
A few seconds later and her body suddenly spasmed; her fingers dug into my back and her vagina squeezed me hard as she climaxed strongly.
"Yessss!" Oh yessss!" she cried loudly as her pussy squeezed and pulled at me, "Ahhh, keep going -- don't stop!"
There was only one thing that was going to stop me now and that was my own orgasm, but it hadn't arrived as yet so I felt good to continue. I let Mum's climax die back somewhat before I started to make love to her again, driving my cock as deep into her as I could; slipping it in at an angle to try to find her G-spot; moving just my knob inside her or fucking her hard and fast; using up all my skills to please her.
Mum seemed to be loving it too -- she had several smaller orgasms in fairly quick succession before our bodies seemed to settle, just united and interwoven for a while.
"Oh that's been wonderful," sighed Mum, her vaginal muscles gently stroking my cock, "Now then, are you ready for the finale?"
"Yeah Mum, any time," I said as I breathed deeply to power up my body, "How would you like it?"
"Hard and fast!" she said as her vagina gripped me firmly, "Whenever you're ready."
I was definitely ready now -- I could feel that I'd held off my own climax for about as long as I could and if I felt like that then Mum would probably feel the same, so I quickly worked our rutting up to a good steady beat; our bodies working together in unison.
"Don't be too long Chris," advised Mum quickly, her words squeezed out between deep breaths, "I'm getting close to the big one!"
"And me I think," I answered equally urgently, "Not long now."
I upped the tempo again until our bodies were slamming together with loud wet slaps echoing around the room, all the while concentrating on the feelings within my cock rising too.
"Getting there -- I'm getting there!" I panted as I looked at Mum.
Her face was red with sweat but she was smiling so happily as she nodded then blew a kiss at me.
"Ok, here we go!" I warned her, now feeling my climax closing in quickly, "Ohhhh, yesss, going to cum very soon!"
"Yes, do it -- fill me up -- I want to feel you cumming inside me!" panted Mum as her legs wrapped themselves over my thighs, pulling me firmly into her, "Hurry up -- I'm just about there!"
"Few more strokes," I panted as I slammed my swollen cock into her, "Yeah, yeah, here it cums!"
"And me -- and me!" cried Mum as we hit the stops together.
With a sudden burst of energy we both climaxed powerfully -- our bodies locked into an incestuous orgasm that seemed to suck all the life from me and pump it into my mother's body. I had enough strength left to thrust until my balls were empty and Mum's vagina was full to overflowing, then I slumped heavily onto her, pressing my still quivering cock deeply into her for one last time then lay there breathing in much needed fresh air to restore my strength.
It was only when Mum gently patted my back that I remembered to lift off her and as I did so Mum sucked in a huge breath then let it out with a shudder.
"Ohhh god, that was amazing!" she panted happily, "Gosh, are you always like that?"
"Like what?" I asked.
"So energetic, so sexy, so strong!" said Mum with a laugh, "That was the best fuck I've had in ages, simply ages!"
"Mmmm, it was good, wasn't it?" I agreed as I bent and kissed Mum's glowing lips, "You're hot stuff, did you know that!"
Mum laughed happily, the heaviness of a widow's life thrown from her mind.
"If that's a sample of your energy then I'd better make sure I keep fit," added Mum brightly as she squeezed my slowly shrinking penis with her internal muscles, "And you'd better look after that thing for me too!"
That 'thing' was deflating quickly now and Mum's squeezing pushed him from her hole. Mum gasped and slid her hand down between us to cup her pussy firmly.
"Uhhhh, I can feel it running out!" she explained, "I'd forgotten what that felt like. Lift up, will you darling."
I raised myself until I was kneeling between her legs and looked round for a towel but none were in sight. Finally however I managed to reach my t-shirt which I handed to her. It wasn't going to be fit to use again until it was washed but it would help her stem the flood of our juices and soon she was inspecting the t-shirt after it had done its job.
"Look at it all!" she exclaimed, "You nearly drowned me!"
I laughed as I nipped across the landing to fetch a towel from the bathroom then handed it to her to replace the t-shirt. She looked both adorable and fuckable as she lay there -- her hair splayed out in disarray, her body relaxed but still glowing, her face still smiling and I felt my cock start to fill out once again -- something that Mum noticed immediately.
"Ohhh, look at that!" she called out, "He's coming up for round two already!"
"Could do," I admitted, feeling my cock stiffening and lifting, "Assuming that you're interested."
"Hmmm, I think I could manage!" added Mum as she sat up, then bent over to inspect her pussy.
She lay back on the bed and spread her legs wider again, revealing her puffy reddened lips and a juice-strewn cleft and vagina.
"Feels fine," she said, "Come on then -- but let's just make love this time -- slowly."
Eagerly I climbed back into place then bent over her and kissed each nipple, causing them to tighten and grow, then I kissed my way down her body inch by inch until I reached her navel, but there Mum stopped me.
"No darling, not down there yet," she advised, "I'm not used to that -- your Dad wasn't one for exploring -- wait for a little while."
She must have understood my disappointment and she held up her arms towards me.
"I didn't say you couldn't put your lovely cock down there, did I?" she asked with a grin, "Come on darling, I'm all ready for you!"
Soon we were united once again, my penis already feeling very much at home inside my mother. Thanks to her exercise regime she was firm and tight and responsive too. Not only that but she was eager as well, her sexual appetite not having been met for some years and now she seemed more than ready to catch up. She was quite as good a fuck as any I'd enjoyed and I knew at once that I'd be more than happy to keep her fire burning. Damn, I actually imagined that it was my duty to do so and found myself laughing quietly.
"What's up?" asked Mum, so I told her my thoughts.
"Oh darling, don't ever think it's a duty -- it's not -- it's making love, being together as one," she said softly and gently, "You go out and enjoy life -- go and find the girls -- they'll love your amazing cock!"
"Not sure I want to now," I admitted, "I've got you -- what more could I want?"
"Someone your own age -- a mother for your kids," said Mum quickly, "That's what."
I shook my head firmly because I had no real desire to go down that road.
"Uhhh, kids -- no way! I don't want children really," I said, "Too many other things to do!"
"Like having sex!" said Mum quickly changing the subject, "Come on then, stop talking -- get moving!"
An hour later and we were laying side by side on the bed, both now replete and fulfilled. The room reeked of sex and both Mum and I urgently needed showers but neither of us could bother to move.
"Oh Chris, I have enjoyed myself today," said Mum as she reached over and stroked my belly, "It's been so good."
I returned the action by gently caressing her breast and Mum almost purred with pleasure.
"Do you know what?" she inquired, "The best sex is when you really need it -- and boy, did I ever need that!"
She laughed happily, her body squirming against my touch.
"Mmmmm, fancy another round?" she said, "I bet we could do that all over again!"
She laughed again and I knew she wasn't being serious so I laughed too.
"Come on then, spread 'em!" I chuckled, "No, perhaps not -- I think you've killed him!"
"Ohhh darling, I hope not," said Mum quickly as her hand moved down and grasped my still-sticky cock which immediately began to stir, "Oh no, he's still alive!"
But another round was far from my mind and I knew that Mum was content -- for now at any rate despite the fact that her hand was putting some stiffness back into my cock. It was all for show though and some dinner, then a good rest and sleep were now calling.
"Let him go Mum," I said gently and Mum withdrew her hand then looked at me for an explanation.
"Why, where are you going then?" she asked.
"A quick shower then we're heading downstairs for something to eat -- after that, bed," I replied and at that Mum sat bolt upright.
"Ohhh goody! I'll join you in the shower!" she said eagerly as she swung her legs off the bed, "And what's that about bed?"
"My bed. I'll get back to my room tonight," I said, "Then you'll be able have some peace and get your beauty sleep."
"No way! I don't want to be on my own, darling!" said Mum as she grabbed my hand, "This is your bed now -- I want you in it every single night."
And so it came to pass that I slept with her from then on, our nightly routine almost always including a good fuck. On occasions our sex was more leisurely but more often than not it was energetic and passion-filled that exhausted us completely.
Somehow Mum has never become pregnant despite the huge quantities of spunk I've pumped into her and somehow, despite the occasional tiff we've never managed to fall out. There had been such a strong bond between us before we became intimate that nothing could destroy it now, not even the occasional time when the pressure of the day interrupted our love. And love is what it is -- a love of each other as well as a love of fucking!
Oh, and other sexual activity apart from plain fucking of course, because once Mum had overcome her reluctance to let me go down on her she took to it with enthusiasm. She was already adept at sucking and she regularly returned the compliment, sucking me off with passion and enthusiasm. She even got into the habit of showing me her cum-filled mouth afterwards, a mouthful that she then made a point of swallowing.
As for her exercising -- that remained an important part of her daily routine and having discovered how erotic nude exercising was that's how she did it, often regaling me with stories of how she sometimes used to made herself orgasm simply through her work-outs. Needless to say that would set me off and an impromptu fuck would often be the result...followed by a more lengthy session once we were in bed.
And one other silly thing -- there was Mum explaining that there were four bedrooms and only one was being used -- well, nothing changed because with us sharing the one room, the other three bedrooms remained unused as before. Let them stay empty -- one room is all we need.
So that's where we are now -- still together -- still fucking -- still happy. And Mum claims that she feels years younger now and despite some wrinkles now showing, she can still turn me on and can still bring out the beast in me! Am I glad that I agreed to move back home and who needs girlfriends when you've an amazing Mum like mine!
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