บท 372: Why Should I Leave Home Ch. 01
byChris7sw©
This is going to be one of my longer stories because it's not just a fuck-up story, it's a sordid story of lust, love and incest that takes time to brew and develop. So please bear with me and enjoy the slow build-up as my Mum and I become more than just relatives. The story will be in two parts and both halves will run to about seven pages.
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It's always a child's duty to look after their parents isn't it? We're the ones full of energy while they slowly age and decline – and so it was that I'd been enlisted to help Mum to look after my Dad. Well, I wasn't so much as enlisted as brought up to help really. Poor old Dad, he'd had a hard life...
Mum had married him on her 20th birthday, smitten presumably by his good looks but not all that long after they married he'd had a nasty accident. A ladder slipped from beneath him, dropping him and a pot of paint to the concrete path below. The ambulance men took him away quickly afterwards but the paint splash remained as a vivid reminder of the moment for many a year thereafter. Mum was already carrying me by then and somehow held onto her baby-to-be despite the trauma but Dad wasn't so lucky with his health. His wounds recovered well enough but although he was repaired on the outside, parts of him inside were irrevocably damaged and soon they began to impact on his health. Unable to work and then housebound he began to slip downhill and had been little more than a burden to Mum for the past fifteen years or more.
As I said, she'd married at 20 but Dad on the other hand was already 40 so it was not quite a May to September relationship but almost so, but instead of an active romance Mum found herself being a nurse to care for her partner and as his health declined it took away all the pleasures of a loving, vigorous and happy future.
To add to her assorted trauma, Mum also lost both her parents during that period, victims of a road traffic accident – the one beneficial thing to come from that event was that her parents, who'd survived bombings during the War but not a modern-day catastrophe, left her a handy legacy which Mum and Dad used to buy their house outright, so the roof over our heads was relatively secure and at least Mum only needed some part-time income to keep the household going once Dad became unable to work. Sheer determination and lots of hard work kept the boat afloat somehow and once I reached my teens even the small amount of money I earned from a paper round was added to the family funds too.
But thanks to Mum's dedication I never felt aggrieved about that because somehow she had enough love to share with me to override any such feelings and in those early years I used to feel for Mum too. Nevertheless it did annoy me at times because instead of sharing my growing-up years with my parents I saw little of my Dad and Mum often had to leave me on my own as she ministered to his needs. I suppose though, that in my youth I was generally unable to see the pain that both she and dad suffered – mental pain with Mum and physical pain with Dad even though I was aware of her efforts.
Mum worked so hard to help Dad and yet her marriage was a farce. It may have been built on love but they had little time for the pleasures of the flesh and instead she was forced to concentrate on her husband's health issues. Instead of sharing a bed with him she had to be pushed aside as he spent much of his time becoming evermore reliant on help and painkillers, regressing from a chair to a wheelchair, then needing helping breaths of oxygen too, not to mention his own special bed.
He even needed a special diet along with the endless medication just to add to Mum's work load, but she managed without complaining – at least not to me.
I did what I could to help – doing shopping either on my own or occasionally with Mum; getting Dad ready at night and so many little things that had to be done constantly. All through my school years it went on and it was only because I promised my parents that I'd really try that I graduated successfully, my home studies often being interrupted by Mum needing my help in some way or other.
And then as I moved on to college in my 18th year I found myself some relief from the drudgery in the form of a really delicious girlfriend and she helped me through many a rough night when helping and studying become too much together. Quickly we discovered sex and then, after our initial shyness we lost our virginities and almost equally quickly we became addicted to the sexual excitement, but even though she was willing, I just couldn't be 'hers' – my allegiance was to my Mother and our friendship eventually floundered.
Sure, we enjoyed some great times together and even began to make plans for our future but as Dad's health continued downhill, so too did our togetherness falter. Perhaps if I'd had my own place instead of living with my parents; perhaps if we'd had a peaceful and private bedroom in which to romp and if there hadn't always been the risk of my parents disturbing us then things might have been very different.
I don't really blame her – in a way I blamed Dad but it wasn't his fault...he couldn't help it if his health interrupted our love life and peace but I took it out on him in my mind.
"Stupid clumsy old git," I muttered one evening after I'd spent several hours helping Mum with his health-care equipment, "I'd have my own place by now if it wasn't for you."
I wanted to throw things around but I curbed my temper if only because I didn't want to upset Mum. Her life was upset far more than mine but she didn't complain.
Then out of the blue Dad contracted a serious chest infection; suddenly he was on constant medication; suddenly he needed oxygen all the time; suddenly our work load seemed to double.
As his interest in life faltered and faded, armies of end-of-life carers began calling, doctors too – and then came the final straw as they told us that nothing more could be done and that we should prepare for his end.
Thank heavens it came quickly – one day he rallied – the next day he was gone, just like that...to leave Mum and me sobbing with sadness and relief.
But his passing meant one more problem – Mum was on her own now, entirely bereft of his financial help, such as it had been. And although she was free of his constant needs she was missing a partner too – a woman in her forties is too young to be a lonely widow.
And so here we were a few years later; it was around 2008 actually – Mum at just 42 and me at a mere 21 – Mum with no partner, job or proper income and me just finding my feet in the world of industry and commerce. Life was going to remain a struggle, at least for a while.
At least I'd managed to finish college and somehow passed my final exams and had just found my first job, but that merely meant that my own life was even more upside-down and full of chaos too and for a while I was in no condition to be of much help.
Inside me something kept telling me to get away, to set up my own home now I was a man but each time I began to scan the property pages, my heart began pulling me back home. I was in at least two minds all the time and really struggling to grow up but there was only one real option. Mum needed me now more than ever and despite my desire to step out on my own, I simply had to be there for her.
And so the story begins...
Mum's name is Pauline although I never called her by her name but I noticed that whereas once she used to tell people that it was Pauline, in more recent years and after Dad had died she'd tell them it was Paula and I don't blame her. Pauline was so 1950's, she said – whereas Paula sounded much more modern.
"I don't really mind what you call me so long as it's not rude," I remember her saying to me, "I do like it when you to call me 'Mum' – well, I am your Mum anyway so that's what you should call me. I won't complain if you call me Paula but please don't call me Pauline – that's so formal and out-of-date."
Paula sounded more seductive and softer too – not that I was even considering any form of seduction at that time but even so, deep inside me there was already a lust. A lust for her lovely breasts; my waking dream. Heck, I'd never seen them in their entirety. I'd obviously seen them exposed to various degrees and had even caught a hint of nipples when I found her dressing one day but nevertheless, in my mind I'd seen them entirely unfettered and hanging free. They were a powerful and delicious pair of delectable aids to my dirty dreams.
As I jerked my cock to powerful eruptions in the privacy of my room I'd imagine those breasts enclosing my cock – they were without a doubt the most desirable tits I'd ever seen on a woman in real life. They became part of my fantasies each night – her generous mammaries often finding their imaginary selves attached to my mouth or around my thrusting spurting cock.
But my fantasies didn't stop there; once my arousal was complete I wanted her body; I wanted her to be there for me, to suck me into her cupid's mouth, to let me hold and use her maternal breasts and to let me fill her perfect pussy. Inside me, in crude recesses of my mind I desired her more than anything, mother or not.
Mum, Paula, is a touch over five feet four inches in height and while I never asked her what her weight was (in the same way you don't ask a woman her age) she wasn't skinny; she was a more traditional shape, with a proud bust, a distinct waist and generous hips.
Mum's accent wasn't on her arse as a woman's shape seems to be nowadays, instead it was on her bust and even more so on her pretty face which she managed to keep looking immaculate despite all else. Good genes were the answer because she never needed to use much make-up...and she certainly never wore a corset!
Mum was always proud of her bust – not as in pushing her tits in your face but she looked after her figure and made sure she wore bras that fitted properly – I know that because of all the time I spent waiting for her in shops as she tried on new underwear. In those early days I didn't appreciate her tits as sexual things but later on, as they became part of my fetish, I came to know the size of those breasts so well – she was a succulent 36C.
Oh – I ought to mention her legs while I'm at it, which perhaps thanks to all the running around she had to do were a delight to lust over even though the heart of my attention was higher up. They were slender yet shapely, they always reminded me of an air hostess's legs somehow. I know that she wore stocking from time to time but they were merely for adornment and were usually quickly discarded once she was home. That reminds me too of the many times she'd let me watch her putting on or removing her stockings, my young eyes full of her creamy thighs and flashes of knickers – the sight always enough to stir my arousal; enough to send me to seek out a quiet place so I could beat off.
She kept her stockings in a special drawer lined with soft tissue, so they wouldn't get snagged, she told me. It was a private yet wonderful drawer that secretly drew me to it so I could absorb the essence of the scented contents, scented by both her body and a splash of eau de toilette. Delicious memories that I'll never forget.
I guess I hardly need to tell you who I am – I'm Chris as I'm sure you well know by now.
At the age of 21 – at the time this story begins properly – I was a tad over six feet tall and about as healthy as nature allowed me to be without doing work-outs and such.
Helping to lift Dad up and down, keeping active generally and not over-eating – hardly having time to eat at all sometimes it seemed, all kept me pretty fit to be honest. Mum believed in healthy eating and she had a small if productive garden; a place to escape the drudgery of nursing no doubt. I often used to help her and between us we reared many a nice crop of vegetables and fruit all of which aided my general wellbeing, I guess.
I was in the habit of keeping my hair quite short, if only so that I didn't waste time preening myself. A quick rub over and a brief smoothing down and my hair was ready for the day ahead.
I seldom drank alcohol although once in a while I'd let things go a bit when I might knock back a few lagers by way of relief and relaxation, but I never smoked or did drugs (and I still don't) and by and large I was a fine upstanding healthy guy – all complete with a solid seven and a half inch extension to my body of which I was rightly proud.
And that seven-and-a-bit inch-long piece of meat loved several things; porn, attention and dreams of sexy tits being squashed around it. Top of the list of desirable breasts were Mum's unobtainable ones; the ones I dreamt about, the ones I knew were entirely out of bounds – and yet the ones that my eyes would lock onto whenever possible, the ones that always caused the most uncontrollable urges to flow into my penis.
Speaking of my penis, my longest-time girlfriend; the only one I really fell for, was shocked when she encountered my penis the first time we tried to enjoy some sex. No, not shocked because of its size or anything but because of what happened, something I still blush about whenever I think back.
We were both virgins when we met and although we were both eager to explore sex, our natural reticence kept us dithering for ages until one day I was permitted to expose my erect penis and she managed to look at it and then touch it without screaming! A few days later and it was her turn to expose herself and my turn to touch her. Then suddenly we progressed in a big rush, finding ourselves on our own, at home alone for a few hours and just too excited to stop. But instead of enjoying a thrilling first fuck it nearly came to a sudden halt and almost ended in embarrassment!
Why?
Because all the exposure was too much for my hair-triggered cock and I just started erupting before we did anything so that my first orgasm in her presence was a complete accident.
Thank heavens that she remained unfazed and I remained hard because the lust was still there and we finally managed to consummate our love a few minutes later.
Mum had taken Dad to a care facility for the afternoon and we had the house to ourselves. Knowing that we'd be alone, we'd kind of agreed that today would be "the day" and as soon as we were on our own we were at it, kissing and cuddling amorously as we built our excitement. Before long we were undressing with unseemly haste and were now both kneeling on my bed, our outer garments discarded around the room.
And now I was allowed, with trembling fingers, to push her cute frilly knickers down her legs, sliding them over her smooth hips and her sweet swelling arse; then she'd knelt upright watch as I removed my underpants. We knelt there for a few moments as I absorbed the sight of her curled and springy golden pubes and while she gawped at my cock, then almost suddenly, in a haze of lust we flung ourselves together, my erection pressing hard against her wonderful pussy for the first time ever – and I just blew off on the spot!
She learned a lot about the clingy pervasive nature of spunk in those few seconds!
I've learnt to control myself a bit since then and as it happened it didn't really spoil things because, as I said, I was rock hard again inside a few minutes!
Mind you we ended up with a whole assortment of sticky and discarded underwear that day because neither of us had really planned for the mess of making love; of blood, sweat and cum!
But once we'd overcome our general overexcitement about our bodies we soon learned how to fuck, to make love, to have sex and it became incredible fun; the pleasures of rolling on a bed with a girl being something so new and so exciting to me that I'd get hard just at the mention of the word 'bed'. But then just as things were getting good, so my world crashed about me as the toll of attending to Dad took precedence; as I had to let her down one too many times.
I can still dream delightfully as I remember those sex-filled afternoons and evenings though – few that they may have been...
But life had to go on and now it was just Mum and me – two lonely deflated souls together with no plans at all. All we could think to do was to keep enough money in the kitty to pay the bills and to both kind of loiter around, both of us bored now having no chores or nursing duties to perform. Sure, I still had to work which gave me an escape route but each evening when I returned home, the gloom descended on us again.
Before long all of Dad's special nursing care equipment was removed and the bedroom returned to being a proper bedroom and even though I suggested some kind of a shrine to Dad's memory Mum turned it down.
"No darling, he wore me out," she said, "I don't want to spend the rest of my life thinking about him, thank you."
Our life was empty right now – we really needed to get out of our rut somehow.
Mum did find herself a bit of work locally but it wasn't much, and then one day my escape ladder began to take shape as my boss put me in charge of the entire sales department and gave me the position of Executive Sales Manager Designate.
The title alone was posh enough but with my new position also came a considerable rise in salary and suddenly the sun was shining again.
Ok – my promotion was thrust upon my boss when his existing sales manager found himself another job and left suddenly, but he took pains to assure me.
"You can do it," he said with more confidence than I had, "In fact I'm relying on you."
What he meant was that it was up to me to succeed – or fail.
Shit – that was brave of him but it made me feel strong – and if he said I could do it then I wasn't going to let him down. The alternative was probably to be ignored for ever after...or face the sack, so I worked really hard to make a success of things and somehow success bred more success. Soon the whole department was buzzing; soon we were breaking new ground and sales were going up and up and the boss was glowing and so was I, especially when he confirmed my appointment.
Pay rise quickly followed pay rise; I even found myself with a company car for the first time ever. As manager I now had many more responsibilities but my growing prosperity helped our life to slowly become a little less boring; helped us climb out of that rut. Mum and I were able to go out for the occasional meal and to buy small luxuries for the home and for ourselves. With the car we travelled; not to far off places but we explored around us, discovering some delightful beaches and hills and other peaceful places but while all this was happening, something inside me was telling me that things weren't right – I should be out there with my partner, my girlfriend, my wife perhaps, rather than with my mother. I should be free of the apron strings by now, setting up my own nest, building my own future life of independence.
Inevitably found myself ogling every pretty female I saw, lusting after her, torn between leaping up and proposing to her and the other option – of staying true to my Mum.
Perhaps expecting great things I went to a class reunion one weekend – only to find that almost without exception, all my classmates and especially those females I'd fancied were now settled down and were raising families. The remaining girls generally seemed to have turned fat and unattractive and those few past male friends of mine who weren't settled were now raising hell with the authorities instead – unattached guys flaunting their masculinity and risking both their necks and their freedom.
I returned from the reunion feeling deflated in some ways and yet bucked up in others. Here was me, still living at home and looking after my Mum but now I realised that she looked a whole lot better than most of my old female acquaintances did. Suddenly I actually felt proud of my Mum's beauty but I realised too that my view was only an observation and perhaps a biased one at that. And there was the other thought that kept arising – at home I wasn't getting any sex; I didn't even have my own place wherein I could play with my ever-eager instrument in total peace.
I began looking at houses and flats; places to either buy or rent that would suit me but I was a choosy guy despite my newfound affluence. The home I'd been brought up in was perfect for me; a nice neighbourhood; a substantial and pleasant rear garden; plenty of open space around us and perhaps most importantly, a loving mother there who cooked like a saint and whatever place I looked at seemed dowdy or definitely down-market to me.
Not only that, the prices they expected me to pay seemed exorbitant in the extreme and I soon found that were I to set up on my own, my finances would limit me to something remarkably small and pokey. Nevertheless the search for a new home became part of my life for a while – it just didn't seem fair to leave Mum with the task of looking after me for the rest of my life.
Back at work, things were still working out fine – and then something happened that set things rolling even faster and which changed the course of my future. My boss paid me the ultimate accolade by telling me I'd won a week-long stay at a well-renowned Country Club Hotel down on the coast, an award announced at an office social gathering. It was an annual award for the best Manager across the entire company and I was staggered to win.
"Congratulations Chris and welcome to the world of Management!" beamed the boss as he slapped my back heartily, almost jerking the glass of beer from my hand, "You've really deserved this vacation – well done my boy!"
I was over the moon, although as we came together again after the announcement, the boss brought something up; something that had niggled at me as soon as the award was announced.
"You're not married are you?" he said, a questioning frown crossing his brow, "Any idea who you'll take along?"
I had no time to reply before he was off again.
"Don't suppose it matters really," he continued, his voice rumbling, "But it's an all expenses paid week for two people, so bring someone along, for heaven's sake."
Wow, all paid for, I now realised; the facts sinking in.
'Fantastic!' I thought, then I sobered quickly.
"Ummm, I'm a bit stuck there," I answered hesitantly, "I'm sort of on my own, I don't actually have a girlfriend at present; haven't had time for one to be honest."
"Well don't let that stop you having a good time – find someone, find a bit of skirt somewhere," he boomed, "Make sure you take someone with you; be damn silly of you not to."
And then he left me to accept the backslaps and congratulations of my colleagues and for me to consider my options.
I could phone a female friend, of whom I had only a small number...but whom? Could I just go out and find someone? Could I enjoy a whole week in the company of any of them anyway?
Or I could ask Mum if she'd like to accompany me?
The decision was quick and easy – there was no alternative really.
I'd ask Mum.
The thrill and delight of my good fortune was enough to push aside all other considerations and I phoned Mum from the office as soon as I could, then heard her actually screaming with excitement as I told her. And then I found myself breathless and hot for some reason as I put the phone down, my whole body buzzing with excitement, so much so that I hardly remembered the rest of the afternoon.
One thing I did remember was to stop off on the way home and buy a couple of magnum bottles of some quite pricey sparkling wine which I held out to Mum as I arrived home.
"Wheeeee!" she yelled exuberantly, "We're going to have a party! My son's won us a holiday! We're going to have such a wonderful time!"
She grabbed the bottles from me and dancing round and round in circles, the bottles whirling around like Indian clubs.
As soon as I could I grabbed the bottles back before she lost control of them as I panicked over wasting so much money's-worth of booze but inside I glowed happily as I watched Mum just being so happy.
It was the first time I'd ever seen Mum really laughing, really excited and I found myself just standing there watching her, adoring and feeling so happy for the bubbly, pretty, bouncy person who was my mother – then finding myself lusting over her delightful breasts as they danced inside her dress. Stirrings of sexual arousal began but were soon overpowered by our happiness.
And then before the euphoria died she wanted us to open the wine immediately even though it was still warm so I took over and did it – the cork from the first bottle leaving a dent in the ceiling that remained there for years...
And then we were happily glugging glass after glass of the fizzy stuff almost childishly, both excited almost beyond belief. Never before had either of us won or been given anything so excellent – it was almost as if all the years of hard labour and relative poverty had been cast aside.
We even danced together, a silly prancing around the room, both of us jumping up and down with laughter, splashing wine everywhere as we cavorted and both with huge stupid grins on our faces. Anyone would have thought we'd won a lottery jackpot.
Eventually though, the alcohol level in us rose and the excitement level fell and as something akin to exhaustion took over we collapsed side by side on the sofa, both glowing in our happy somewhat alcoholic fuzz.
"Oh darling – you just can't understand what this means to me," enthused Mum as our hands found each other, "Do you realise – the last time I had a proper holiday was when your Dad and I were married – it was our honeymoon."
"Guessed as much Mum, I don't ever remember you having a break in all the years I've been growing up. I think that's why I asked you to come with me," I replied, "Don't forget it'll be my first proper break too."
"Yes of course, that's right," said Mum, "We'd better make sure you have a really wonderful time then!"
"And you Mum," I added, because I wanted her to enjoy herself as well, "You'd better have fun too!"
For a second or two she fell silent and reflective before she brightened again and then her hand squeezed mine then pulled me to her in a loving happy warm embrace.
We remained silent for a few moments more as the memories of Dad were stirred up; memories of all those years of looking after him, then Mum pushed us apart, sat upright suddenly, let go of my hand and slapped my thigh.
"Come on, this won't do; I've got things to do," she said firmly as she pushed herself up off the sofa, "Whooo!"
"What's up – are you alright?" I asked of Mum who was standing still but swaying.
"Just went all giddy," she said as she abruptly sat back down again, "That wine's got to me I think. I was going to go and get us some dinner but I'm not sure I could right now."
"Don't worry Mum," I answered, my own mind vaguely fuzzy, "Not sure I could eat either – looks like we'd better have a liquid dinner!"
I could actually hold my drink quite well but even so the alcohol was affecting my senses somewhat.
I drained my glass, then picked up the bottle for a refill, finding that there wasn't a whole lot left so I topped up Mum's glass despite her protestations and poured the remainder into mine. I wasn't trying to get Mum pissed, I was just being polite and generous as usual.
"No, no more darling," said Mum, but she still picked up her glass and emptied it again, "Phew – I've gone all hot too."
"That's because you're wearing too much," my slightly drunken mouth said, "When we're on that beach you're not going to wear as much as you are now, are you?"
"Silly boy!" she said, "What, me on the beach? You won't want to see your old Mum in a swimsuit, will you?
"Mum – you're not old – you're only in your forties," I said, "And when we get to the beach I'm going to be in my swimming shorts so you'd better be in your swimsuit or else."
"Huh – hardly likely, is it? You must be joking!" said Mum, glancing up and down her dress, "I don't think I could even get into a swimsuit."
She ran her hands over her body as if feeling the fat under her skin and her face creased up.
"As for the costume I've got, mine must be over twenty years old anyway because I bought it for my honeymoon," she said.
"Wow! That would be a sight! You in your honeymoon swimsuit! Go on, I dare you – try it!" I said, goading her stupidly, "Bet it would fit and I bet you're about the same size as you were then."
Actually my Mum hadn't seemed to have gained much weight in all the years I could remember. Possibly she had a little more on her here and there but to me she'd always remained much the same.
"No way – I must have put on pounds and pounds since then. Here, I'll show you!" said Mum, holding up her hands, "Help me up."
I managed to stand and then pulled Mum into an upright position and she weaved off towards the stairs as I stood and watched her.
"I even know where my swimsuit is," she said as she grabbed the handrail and climbed the stairs, "Believe it or not I found it just the other day."
I remained standing there for a few minutes in silence as I settled a feeling of arousal down below – and then there was a couple of dull and heavy thumps from above me and I just knew that Mum had fallen over. Quickly and suddenly feeling almost entirely sober, I strode quickly across the room and almost ran up the stairs towards the bedrooms.
Mum's bedroom door was wide open and there she was, half propped against the bed, half on the floor – and half undressed too.
Before I could even consider my actions I rushed to her side, wrapped my arms around her, lifted her up to turn her around so that I could sit her carefully on her bed and only then did I stop to take in the scene.
Mum had managed to take off her dress and was now clad in a short slip and her underwear. Her luscious legs were bare but what was far more exciting were her superb breasts – well, they were definitely superb to me! Full, rounded and lightly freckled they were, stretching her bra to the limits. Inside the cups her dark aureoles and her prominent nipples themselves were evident, flattened against the powder blue mesh.
Instantly I felt a rush of blood to my groin and an unconscious juddering thrust of my pelvis, which accompanied a long release of breath.
Silently I mouthed a "Wowww!" as I took in the view before I managed to pull myself together, shake my head quickly and get down to business.
"You ok Mum?" I asked as I now knelt at her feet and held her hands, "Didn't hurt yourself, did you?"
I looked for bruises and other damage but it didn't now help that my eyes were almost on a level with her fantastic breasts...
"No darling, not really," answered Mum, her eyes looking dazed and her hands squeezing mine, "Silly me – I did a bit of a twirl and just lost my balance."
"What on earth did you do that for?" I asked as our fingers intertwined and Mum shook her head.
"Don't know," she said, "It was just the excitement of knowing we're going away and of being so happy I think. And all that bubbly, of course."
"You're happy that we're going away?" I asked for the umpteenth time and Mum nodded this time.
I guess that I was so enamoured of my 'winnings' that I wanted to hear Mum say she was happy and pleased time after time...
"You know I am darling," said Mum, her fingers stroking mine, "And I'm so incredibly proud of you."
Her hands pulled me to her and we managed to embrace as I knelt upright at her feet while she sat on the bed. I felt the swell of her lightly-clad breasts against my chest and then her lips on my cheek and I glowed inside; a liquid glow that filled me and that then seemed to ooze down my body until it reached my groin.
"Uuuuhhh," I grunted quietly as a surge of energy seemed to fill my penis before I managed to control my mind.
"What's up darling," asked Mum as she pushed me away from her slightly, "You didn't hurt yourself when you lifted me, did you?"
"No, no course not," I answered, "No, I'm fine."
Yeah sure – I was fine except that my cock seemed to have suddenly become a massive object that filled my pants and my mind. Worse than that, as I'd knelt down so my movement had allowed my penis to slip from its confining underpants. A quick glance down confirmed that my erection had stretched down my left thigh, a long barrel-shaped ridge that was going to be extremely evident if I stood up.
I shook my head hard but my erection remained, throbbing silently, pulsating with my quick heartbeat.
I had to stay exactly where I was – as close to Mum as I could so she couldn't see...but that meant that her proximity was sending more energy to my penis – and worse than that, Mum was trying to get up off the bed.
"Stay there Mum – stay there for a minute," I said desperately hoping that she'd obey me, but Mum was feeling somewhat better now.
"Oh darling, stop worrying, I'm fine – I told you, I only lost my balance," she said as she ignored me and looked across the room, "Now, where's that swimsuit? Oh, I know."
She moved sideways away from me, her leg brushing briefly and firmly if unintentionally against my erection as she moved, until she could stand again, then she crossed the room to the wardrobe, ignoring my predicament.
"Now where's that box? Where did I put it?" she muttered to herself, "Ah – it's up there. Oh damn, Chris, come and reach this box for me will you."
A quick and frantic scrabbling around in my pants allowed me to at least return my erection to its proper abode but there was still something of a tent visible. I'd just have to ignore it; just have to pretend it wasn't there...
"Coming Mum, what are you looking for?" I asked as I crossed the room to join her and thank heavens she was still facing the wardrobe as I stretched over her shoulder and brought down the box that she indicated.
"Thank you darling, see, here it is," she said as she lifted the lid, "Isn't that pretty?"
"Err, yes, umm guess so," I said, hesitant because the article of clothing looked far from pretty to me.
She lifted it from it's box and looked at it silently while behind her I cringed. It seemed so dated – so ancient and there was so much of it! It looked big enough to be a whole outfit to me! There was a lot more of Mum on show right now than if she'd worn that thing, I reckoned.
"Umm Mum, forget it, you're coming shopping with me on Saturday," I said firmly, "We've got to replace it, you can't wear that thing."
"Why ever not?" asked Mum, her voice still lightly befuddled, as she held her swimsuit up, "I'm sure it'll fit me. Well I think it will – it does stretch."
There was a brief silence as Mum compared the swimsuit to her body.
"Hmmmm, actually I'm not quite so sure now," she said as she held up the offending article, "Mind you, it used to fit me very nicely."
"Nah, that won't fit you," I replied, "We'll get you a new one tomorrow."
"Oh no darling, don't go wasting your money; it'll fit, I'm sure it will!" she said brightly, "Let me give it a try."
With that she moved away and back to the bed where she dropped the out-of-date article on the bed and pushing her half-slip down she quickly stepping out of it. Her tightly clad arse strained towards me in her knickers as she bent down and I felt my cock jump against my boxers; stretching and growing again in seconds. And then she pushed her knickers down too, exposing her deliciously firm and wonderfully bare arse to me.
"Mummmmm," I said, shocked to the core, "I'm here – I'm still here."
"Oh Chris – oh goodness – oh so you are!" she exclaimed, "I'd forgotten – oh good heavens!"
As she spoke she also turned around somewhat, to briefly reveal that she didn't shave down there! A veritable cascade of pretty brown fuzz filled the junction between her legs before she reached down and pulled her knickers back up.
"Not to worry Mum," I managed to gasp as I backed out of the door, "I'm gone – I'll leave you to it."
Outside the door I just stood on the landing with my heart pounding and my cock throbbing or was it my heart throbbing and my cock pounding...
I'd never seen Mum undressed before, certainly never to that extent and I'd definitely never ever seen her pussy before – not in real life at any rate.
In my dreams I once used to imagine her perfect breasts around my cock, but since then, having discovered the pleasures of sex, my imagination had moved downwards and now my mind lusted after pussies and with no girlfriend around, it was Mum's in particular that aroused me. In my dreams I'd seen it and in my wanking moments it was even closer to me; in fact it would be riding up and down on my erection whenever I lustfully shut my eyes.
But I shut them again now to try to close out the sight, hoping that reality would return, that my cock would relax and that Mum wouldn't be annoyed or upset or otherwise offended.
Slowly things within me returned to normal; slowly my breathing and my heart slowed and my cock settled down again – and then the door opened and there was Mum once more.
"Well, what d'you think?" she said as she pirouetted unsteadily in the bedroom doorway.
She was wearing that chunk of clothing and quite honestly, even if it had been modern, which it wasn't, it would have looked lousy on her. For a start it was a one-piece swimsuit that completely covered her arse and even carried on down towards her thighs like a little skirt. It did nothing for her from the rear; did nothing for her trim midriff and when she turned around again and faced me again I realised that the front was all wrong too.
Despite imagining that Mum was unaltered, she had seemingly gained a fair bit of extra bust. If she'd been perhaps a middling C cup twenty years ago then she was nearer a full D cup now and proverbially, her cups runneth over! Not over the top unfortunately but out of the sides; the cups just weren't enough for her breasts.
The suit was high cut across her frontage and so didn't expose any part of her breasts but they didn't just fit inside it properly, they were squashed everywhere and all out of shape somehow.
I stood there open-mouthed as I carefully considered my words and as Mum looked at me expectantly.
"Umm, what can I say," I eventually said, "Yeah, it's ok, but it just doesn't fit you now, does it?"
I was trying to be polite but it wasn't easy...
"Well, it's ok around here," Mum answered, cupping the cheeks of her arse, "But..."
"Yeah maybe, well sort of, but – but – it isn't right everywhere else Mum," I said, more sure of myself as I proceeded, "I mean, look, look at your...your boobs! They're all squashed – it's all wrong! No – we go shopping on Saturday or you don't come with me, how's that."
I saw Mum's eyebrows jump upwards as I referred to her breasts but they sank again after that quick movement and my last comment.
"Suppose you're right," said Mum dejectedly, "I suppose it doesn't really fit me now. Still, what was I expecting after all those years? Oh well – never mind."
With that she turned and stepped back into her bedroom and I saw her pull the straps off her shoulders. I stood there holding my breath as her thumbs reached around her body and into the material – and pulled it downwards.
And then it was all around her waist and still being pushed downwards and even though she had her back to me I just had to call out once more.
"Muuuum – for heaven's sake, you're doing it again, I'm still here!" I said, almost wishing that I'd kept quiet.
"You what?" said Mum and as she spoke she turned and there before my eyes were her long lusted-after breasts; her strong, full-frontal, well-filled, beautifully-weighted, cock-rousing, motherly breasts.
"Ooooh fuck," I breathed, "Ooooh bloody hell!"
There was a sudden small shriek from Mum as she quickly covered herself with her hands and turned away but as she did so the swimsuit lost its battle with gravity and slid suddenly down to her knees giving me a full frontal view of her superb body.
"Oh my goodness!" cried Mum, "What on earth's wrong with me?"
She tried unsuccessfully to cover all of her assets with her hands and to pull the swimsuit back up as well but all she achieved was to show me her lovely firm arse again as she bent down and this time her legs were sufficiently wide apart to show me the bulge of her fur-clad pussy from behind as well. And as she bent and twisted her breasts hung like ripe plums, all complete with their well defined stalks.
With the inefficient haste of someone whose coordination was askew Mum heaved her costume back into place until she was decently covered but in those few moments starch had formed inside my penis as I'd gawped at the sight, brief though it may have been.
And then Mum was looking over her shoulder at me with a silly grin on her face as her eyes swept over my body.
"Oh dear, I'm such a clumsy old so and so, aren't I?" she said softly, "And I've gone and got you all stirred up, haven't I?"
It was my turn to look and feel shocked, my turn to quickly move my hands to cover the offending part of my body; my turn to go red.
But now Mum wasn't fazed and instead she was advancing towards me, one hand holding the swimsuit up over her breasts, the other held out towards me.
"Did I get you all excited?" she continued, "Was that my fault?"
"Mum, Mum, I think you're a bit pissed," I said as I backed towards the doorway, "You're getting a bit carried away, aren't you."
"Am I darling," she husked, her voice all low and sultry, "All I did was to get a little bit undressed and it's made a little bit of you get all excited, hasn't it?"
She continued to advance towards me, now following me out across the landing until I backed against the bathroom door, my legs trembling but my cock still rigid.
"Actually, it doesn't look so little from here!" she said in a sultry voice.
Her tongue was now sliding over her lips, leaving them wet and glistening.
"Come on Mum, calm down, take it easy," I said, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks and my heart pounding anew, "You're getting all carried away Mum."
"No I'm not," she answered as she now stood there, perhaps just out of arm's reach, "I'd just forgotten what it was like to see a man get all excited over little old me."
"I told you, you're not old and you're not little," I spluttered but Mum interrupted.
"You're not so little either, are you darling," said Mum, her hands now moving slowly over her breasts, "You look as if you're quite well developed actually."
I was shivering with either lust or fright, unable to move or speak as Mum's eyes moved up and down my body before coming to rest looking straight into my eyes.
"I wonder what it was that got you so excited?" she mused, her eyes smiling, "Hmmm, I bet it was these."
And with that she moved her hands away from her front upon which her suit, which had been loosely covering her breasts, slowly fell downwards until the material hung at her waist again, leaving her incredible breasts standing proud and aroused and facing me.
Each breast matched the other perfectly; a wonderfully upstanding pair. They hung comfortably but not greatly and each nipple had risen a finger-tip high and now pointed out to either side, deliciously surrounded by at least an inch wide area of darkened crumpled skin. Her breasts were full and looked so smooth and warm and desirable and so eminently fuckable that I just knew that my cock would feel perfect right, deep in the cleft between them.
Mum smiled wickedly at me then cupped her breasts and jiggled them at me, her thumbs sliding over her already hardened nipples.
"Oooh Mum, what're you doing?" I succeeded in saying, feeling my cock jerking hard and my breath shuddering from me, "You're not supposed to do that, not in front of me."
"Well, it looked as if you wanted to see me," she said, "So here I am."
"But, but...!" I spluttered, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
And then the moment passed as Mum shook her head, blinked several times and pulled the material back up again.
"Ok, so you've seen me now," she said, "I think that's enough for now. I'll take this off and then we'd better get back downstairs, eh."
"Um, errr, yeah Mum, ummm sure Mum," I spluttered once more, "I'll leave you to it, ok."
I edged sideways away from her while Mum just stood there with an enigmatic smile on her face, until I reached the stairs and then I was down in a second, quickly collapsing onto the sofa, slumped and limp all over...except for one important part of my anatomy.
"Fuck – what the fuck happened?" I said to myself, "Too much wine, that's what happened – it must have been that."
Too much wine or not, what had happened couldn't be forgotten or blanked from my mind and now as I briefly closed my eyes, the sight of her two perfect breasts reappeared and in my mind I saw my hands reaching up to hold them. Quickly I opened my eyes again to lose the dream, only to see Mum coming down the stairs. I shook my head and smiled at her, a self-conscious and perhaps embarrassed smile.
But Mum looked fine now – no anger showed on her face, no anguish either, just a contented smile as she came across the room. She'd changed into a wrap-around skirt and a blouse that was open at the neck to reveal a fair few inches of cleavage and I noticed as she turned and sat down that her breasts seemed to sway freely with her nipples creating small mounds in the material of her blouse.
Quickly I dragged my eyes away from her charms and checked that my penis was visibly under control, noticing only that although my persistent erection was hidden my crotch did appear to be rather prominent. I'd probably be ok though – just...but then she came and sat beside me on the sofa.
"I'm so sorry darling," said Mum, her hand gently, almost apologetically stroking my thigh, "I think I got a bit carried away there, didn't I?"
"Sort of," I admitted, my mind not really complaining at all, "Never mind – anyway, you proved that you definitely do need a new costume, don't you?"
"Yes darling, I most certainly do and I'm going to chuck that old thing out," agreed Mum, "So Saturday it is then."
I nodded my accord as I picked up my glass, immediately discovering that there was no more than a dribble in the bottom and as I put my glass back down Mum stood up again.
"We ought to try to get in to the shops early," I said, "Try and miss some of the crowds."
But Mum wasn't listening now – she was on her rather unsteady feet and heading towards the kitchen.
"I think I could just do with a little bit more," I heard Mum say from the kitchen, "That last bottle was absolutely lovely."
Then I heard the fridge door open and the heavy clunk of the other bottle of wine.
I took a deep breath, realising that Mum and probably I too would have terrible hangovers in the morning and that we'd probably need to sober up before we went shopping.
I heard Mum doing something in the kitchen and then there was a loud pop and a brief shriek, a sharp impact and a dull thump and I was up and heading to the kitchen in an instant.
And there was Mum, flat out on her back on the floor with the newly uncorked bottle of bubbling wine upright between her legs; the frothy fountain pouring liberally over her exposed knickers! Her skirt had somehow become unfastened and unwrapped and lay spread beneath her and as the frothy fountain died away her knickers appeared, very evidently soaked and entirely see-through!
Somehow I managed to tear my eyes from the sight of her exposed curls to notice a roundish reddening area above the bridge of Mum's nose and the cork on the other side of the room.
I managed to ignore her exposure to firstly remove the bottle to a safe place and secondly to scoop her up in my arms and carry her out to the sofa where I laid her down, quickly supporting her comfortably with some cushions. She was no lightweight but I managed, perhaps driven by an inner protective strength. She was still breathing, so she was at least alive but the reddened area was slowly yet visibly growing.
Briefly I left her while I wetted a towel which I brought back and laid across her brow, bringing forth a long groan of pain. But she was still out of it and as I held the towel in place my inquisitive desire couldn't help but make my eyes wander back down her body until my view rested on her pussy again.
My eyes must have been absolutely wide open as I gazed at her, absorbing the sight of her pubic delights that were now on show for the second time today.
Her curly wetted pubes filled her virtually transparent knickers and yet they seemed designed to show off the protrusion of her pink clitoris and the flushed thick redness of her slightly parted lips. I knew I should cover her up but there was almost nothing handy – even her skirt still lay on the kitchen floor and only a single cushion remained unused.
Taking one last lingering look I covered her with the cushion from the sofa and waited for her to wake up which she did in a few moments.
"Oooww!" she complained, her hand rising to press the towel to her brow, "Ooooh darling, what happened?"
"Looks like the cork hit you and knocked you out," I said as I held her down to stop her from sitting up too soon, "Are you going to be ok? Do you want a doctor or anything?"
"Owwww!" Mum repeated, "No, I'll be fine; it popped out so suddenly and just caught me awkwardly I think."
"Knocked you right out, didn't it?" I said again, "You were flat out on the floor in the kitchen."
"Owwww!" said Mum again, "Bloody hell!"
She shook her head, the movement bringing forth another groan and her hands moved around restlessly, one of them brushing the cushion that covered her to the floor before she turned her hand into a fan which she waved above her face.
"Ooooff! I've gone all hot," she complained, "Ooooohh, just let me rest for a moment or two."
With the cushion out of reach Mum was exposed once again and this time I just left her alone. Short of covering her with my hand or dragging another cushion from beneath her there wasn't a lot I could do apart from watch Mum as she breathed steadily and slowly recovered, while I enjoyed occasional furtive glances at her fascinating body and superbly addictive pubes.
Eventually she came out of her silent mode and her eyes opened below the towel over her forehead and then a ragged smile crossed her face as she looked at me.
"Thank you darling," she said as her hand began to stroke my arm, "I'm so silly. I should have been more careful with that wretched bottle. I should have remembered that the cork pops out."
She paused as her mind took in her situation then she grimaced.
"Urrr, I'm all wet," she said as her eyes and hands explored, "And aaahhh, where's my skirt?"
"It came undone and it's soaked I guess and it's on the kitchen floor," I told her, "I tried to cover you up but you pushed..."
"Oh yes, oh the cushion, I wondered what that was doing there; it felt all heavy on me," she said, "Oh, was that covering me up?"
"Yeah, it was but it's not now, is it?" I answered, my eyes flitting from her face to her groin and back, "Anyway, you probably need some dry knickers by the look of it."
Her hand was now working its way over her crotch and her eyes now jerked upwards and looked at me.
"Oh goodness, I'm all uncovered and I'm soaked through as well, aren't I?" she said, "Oh darling – whatever will you think?"
"I think you had a bit of an accident," I said, "But don't you worry Mum – you just stay still until you feel a bit better."
What I said and what I thought were two very different things because what I thought was far more crude! What I thought was for her to stay there so I could enjoy my glances at her charms; that there was no rush because I didn't want the sight to disappear but Mum had her own thoughts now anyway.
"I think I'd better go and get some clean knickers," she said as she pushed herself upwards; then slumped back down onto the cushions.
"Oh dear, I'm still all wobbly. Perhaps I will stay here for a bit," she said, her hand holding the cool wet towel to her brow, "Do you think you could get me something dry to wear?"
"Yeah, of course," I said, "Dry knickers and anything else in particular?"
"Yes, some clean knickers and another skirt if you could; knickers are in the second drawer – whatever's on top," she breathed, "Oooohhh gosh, that still hurts you know."
Her hand pressed the towel to her forehead.
"Not surprised Mum," I said, "Ok, you stay there – I'll be back in a mo."
I shot upstairs and into her room where I paused as I got my bearings, then calmed somewhat as I pulled open what I discovered was the correct drawer; a drawer stuffed with neat piles of underwear. I grabbed the top pair, shut the drawer; searched other drawers until I found another skirt and rushed downstairs again to proffer the articles to Mum.
"Oh, thank you darling, you're so good," she said, "Oh, those ones!"
She held them up – to reveal to us both that they were remarkably skimpy...and remarkably see-through too – about as see-through as the wet ones she was wearing!
"Ohhh...sorry Mum, I just grabbed the ones off the top like you said," I answered, "I thought they'd be ok. I'll get another pair if you like."
"Never mind," she said, adding a wry grin, "Guess it's too late for modesty anyway but I think you'll have to help me put them on though."
"Of course," I answered, holding my hands out, "Come on then, up you come."
Between us we got Mum upright and she stood there swaying slightly as I held her. Slowly she got used to standing, then she put her hands on my shoulders, pushing me downwards.
"You'll have to hold on to me," she said to my horror, delight, surprise and shock, "I'll fall over again if I'm not careful...put your hands, yes, there."
Her hands kept pushing me until I was on my knees before her, my own hands now holding her hips, her pussy right in my face.
"I wouldn't look if I were you, darling!" Mum said, a slight chuckle in her voice, "You're going to get a bit of an eyeful if you do!"
"It's alright Mum," I said, more concerned with her wellbeing, "Forget that side of it; you need to be dry and comfy, that's more important. Come on, get 'em off then."
"Can you push them down for me please," she said and I felt a growl rise in my throat as I realised the erotic potential in her words.
Slowly my hands moved from her hips to the waistband of her knickers and I tucked my fingers into the material while feeling my penis rising and stiffening once again as I my hands pressed against her bare flesh.
I took a deep breath and pushed down, my fingers sliding over Mum's smooth buttocks as I did so and then Mum was lifting one leg and then the other and then, as her discarded knickers pooled at her feet she stood there, naked from the waist down while I hunched on my knees right there in front of her.
A sudden wave of perfumed delight reached my nose and I breathed in deeply, absorbing the scents of bubbly wine and hot pussy which seemed to effervesce together to produce an incredible cocktail. I breathed again, the deliciously infused air sliding so smoothly over my olfactory receptors, then came alert with a shock as I discovered that I'd leaned forward until I was just inches from Mum's pussy.
Quickly I jerked away and looked up at Mum – to see that her eyes were closed, thank heavens but at that moment I felt her swaying again and I just had time to grab her waist and to steady her as she sat back down heavily then leaned back against the cushions once more.
"Ohh dear," she said, panting from her efforts, "I came over all giddy again. Let me stay here for a bit."
"Sure Mum," I answered, as I stood up in front of her, "Will you be ok?"
Mum seemed to have entirely forgotten that she was still naked from the waist downwards as she lay back while the display of her charms did nothing to calm my sexual arousal. I felt my eyes constantly sliding down her body, absorbing every little detail before I managed to tear them away.
"Yess, I'll be fine thank you," Mum replied, then she held up her arms to me, her fingers moving to reach for me.
"Come here sweetheart, let me give you a big hug, you've been so kind to me," she continued, sounding almost tearful, "Please, come here."
I got back down onto my knees and leaned towards her and as I did so her legs parted and I almost fell between them as her hands grabbed my arms and pulled. Moments later I found I had to lift up off my knees as Mum pulled me to her, then I was being squashed against her body with Mum planting kisses on my cheek while her thighs pressed firmly against the outside of my hips.
"Mmmmm, darling, you're so good to me and you're so nice to hold," Mum breathed in my ear, "So comforting..."
As she held me however, her body slowly slid downwards until our embrace was almost horizontal and I had to lean further and further over as she continued to hold me to her.
But while I was pleased to let her hold me in her arms her body was pressing against mine and my cock seemed to now be pressing against her bare pussy and my penis was hardening and rising and heating up too and I knew I'd have to move soon...but Mum's arms had now become locked around my neck.
I turned my head to say something but instead Mum's lips found mine, her lips all warm and wet and slippery and delicious. My own lips parted and we kissed, her lips eager and needy, our mouths locking together, our tongues exploring.
'Ooooh fuck,' I heard myself think, 'I like it – I like it!'
And down below Mum was liking it too it seemed. Her pussy was pushing upwards against me, rubbing hard against my erection, squashing my balls downwards and my cock upwards, her movements becoming rhythmical and exciting.
"Oooh darling, we mustn't," I heard Mum breathe, but there was neither recrimination nor malice in her words and no loosening of her arms from around my neck either.
Neither did her movements stop, in fact they seemed to be increasingly vigorous.
And then her lips were sucking at mine again and her hips were thrusting harder and faster against me and my own hips were in motion, rubbing my cock up and down what just had to be her pussy at the same tempo. Our breathing, already drawn and expelled quickly through our noses was faster now, so much so that I just had to break away to suck in a deep breath or two through my mouth, the intoxicating taste of Mum's deliciously overheated sexual juices rising like ambrosia to fill my senses again.
I wanted to get away and yet I didn't – I was scared and yet excited – I was horny beyond belief and yet frightened...but powered by my sexual desire I was just unable to move away, unable to resist Mum's body.
There was a brief lull in the proceedings while we both drew deep breaths and then, seemingly with renewed vigour we plunged back together, our mouths colliding wetly and sloppily then locking together, our groins grinding and squirming naughtily.
Then suddenly Mum was all stuttering movement; suddenly her arms tightened around me, suddenly her mouth pulled so hard at mine and suddenly her hips thrust harder and quicker against me. A moment or two later and her legs lifted up and locked behind my back, pulling me tightly against her.
"Oh darling – oh no! Oh Chris, oh my – oh, oh, oh yes!" gasped Mum into my mouth as her body lost control of its movements, her entire lower half vibrating and shaking and jerking violently, with everything pressing hard against me.
I felt myself pulled so firmly against Mum, feeling my cock to be almost gripped between her fluttering thighs somehow. My body was held tight against hers as her legs twined tighter and her heels hammered convulsively on my buttocks. Spasmodically her thighs squeezed me as her climax shook her and shocked her and then their movements slowly eased until they were merely whispers of Mum's earlier passion.
And then Mum slumped back on the sofa; her legs and arms all flopping down and releasing me. With a last small kiss on her cheek I lifted myself upright and looked down at my darling relaxing mother. Her eyes were closed now as her body replaced her frantic needs with serenity and I felt able to give my eyes free rein to admire her lovely body.
Her lower half had been uncovered for some while now and to add to her exposure, somehow several buttons on her blouse had come open and now her slowly heaving breasts were there again, this time with strained fabric only covering her aroused nipples where they thrust against the material.
Her upper breasts and cleavage were exposed and flushed with redness and sprinkled with beads of sweat like miniature pearls on a bed of soft roses. My eyes lingered then slid down her body, taking in her prettily formed and curvy torso and then down further to her pussy where my eyes widened and locked.
I felt my mouth fall open as I took in the astoundingly sexy sight.
The lips of Mum's eager pussy were spread apart now while deep between them there welled a glistening wetness of sticky juices and they, like her breasts, seemed to glow with a flush of blood. Her little clitoris was also bright pink and proud as it nestled in its curly pubic bed.
Tearing my eyes away briefly I let them fall towards the front of my trousers, the material protruding obscenely where my erection still pressed, darkened by substantial areas of moisture. I knew that I hadn't had an orgasm so while my trousers were possibly wetted by my own slippery precum it was more likely that the wetness was from Mum's leaking pussy.
I shook my head and felt a long quivering breath escape as I surveyed the entire scene, before allowing my eyes to wander back up Mum's body to her face.
To my shock I discovered that she was looking directly at me – but instead of being angry she looked so completely happy that I had to shake my head again to ensure that what I saw was real.
"My goodness," she said, quite calmly, "I think we got a little bit carried away there, didn't we?"
I nodded, unable to form sensible words, but Mum spoke for me.
"Well, I know I did," she continued, her voice warmer now, "But oh darling, that felt so good."
She paused as a naughty grin spread over her face.
"It was so wicked too, wasn't it?" she added, "I could get used to that!"
"Umm, yes, yes," I mumbled, still unsure of what to say, "How are you feeling – how's your head?"
"Oh darling, it's much better," she said as she laughed lightly and brushed her fingers over her forehead, "It doesn't even hurt much now."
"Oh that's good," I said, unable to think of anything else, "Do you want to get some clothes on now?"
"In a little while darling, but first of all, did you enjoy that?" she asked, all coquettishly, her eyes sparkling, "Was that fun?"
"Yeah, yeah, I guess it was Mum," I succeeded in uttering, "Bit of a shock though."
"Mmmm, was wasn't it!" said Mum brightly, "And such a lovely shock too!"
Her eyes moved downwards as she looked me over, then they rose again.
"Oh sweetheart, look at you, your trousers are almost as wet as me!" she said with a chuckle, "Now I wonder how that happened?"
I pushed myself back onto my feet and stood up while I tried to formulate a suitable answer but my brain was numb so Mum continued instead.
"Well, I know I was a bit over-excited just now, wasn't I?" she said, still sounding quite relaxed about it, "But I don't think you, errrr, went over the top so all that mess came from me, didn't it?"
"Uhhh, yeah, possibly," I answered somewhat reluctantly as I let my eyes slide over the slippery, shiny wetness on my trousers, "No, it wasn't me."
"I didn't think that you finished. I thought all that stuff must have come from me," she said, her eyes now full of excitement, "So I was right – you didn't have an orgasm, did you?"
I shook my head, completely out of my depths here talking like this with my mother but feeling my cock remaining stiff nevertheless as the words penetrated.
"No, I can see you didn't, but I certainly did!" said Mum, answering herself, "So I think we ought to do something about that!"
I felt my mouth fall open with shock and my cock jump with excitement.
"You're joking!" I managed to say but Mum's head shook from side to side.
"It's only fair sweetheart," she said as a huge smile formed on her face, "And anyway, although I may have felt what you've got down there I haven't seen it yet. Not like you've seen me!"
With that she thrust her hips upwards, blatantly opening her pussy wider and even closer to me.
"What on earth's come over you Mum," I said, my eyes torn between her pussy and her face, "It's not like you. You've always been so upright and correct and nothing like this has ever happened before and..."
"Well obviously I never planned this at all darling," said Mum, letting her hips ease down again and seemingly more sober now, "But it happened – probably because we celebrated too much and we drank too much, but now it's happened I'm so completely happy."
"Yeah, but, but..." I spluttered, while strangely wishing that her pussy was still thrusting at me.
"But nothing darling," said Mum calmly, "Just go with the flow as they say. I think we've just got over a big, big hurdle – one that we needed to cross."
"How d'you mean?" I asked, "What, that we've kissed like that and you've shown off your body?"
"No sweetheart, not just the kissing, it's the other bit – that we've begun to get a bit sexy together!" said Mum, "It's about time we did."
"You're joking, right?" I managed to repeat but Mum shook her head while smiling broadly.
"You've always looked at me sort of lustfully, haven't you?" she said, "I've seen it in your eyes – they go all wide and they follow me everywhere, don't they?"
I felt myself nodding and growing warm as her words sank in...
"But you've always been so good – so supportive and you've been such a wonderful son and you've behaved yourself so well under the circumstances," Mum continued, "So I think its time you got something back from me, something more than just a few cuddles and kisses."
Her pussy seemed to be reaching for me again, calling for me, beckoning me and my cock.
But strange to say, her words were having the opposite effect on me that they should be having. Instead of finding myself turned on I felt chilly inside and I suddenly realised that my cock was no longer all stiff; that I'd lost all desire for sex.
"No, it's ok Mum," I said suddenly, finding eager words impossible to come by, "I don't really think it would be right, would it."
I saw Mum's face fall, her siren smile disappearing, her lips tightening and with a quick movement she dropped her hands over her crotch, hiding away her wicked delights.
"Ok – I'm sorry, yes, I understand..." she muttered – and then she was gone, scampering off up the stairs, her pillow held before her; her naked arse moving quickly and deliciously.
My eyes did indeed follow her but instead of wanting to chase after her I wanted to let her go. It seemed that whilst I lusted after my Mum, when it came to the deed; when it came down to action I couldn't complete the task – that was going way too far.
Quickly I arose, my intaken breath sucking in the lingering scent of her aroused pussy and filling my brain with the deliciously insidious pheromones.
I found myself sniffing deeply and shuddering all over as my imagination ran riot; imagination of what might have been. Then there was the sound of Mum's bedroom door closing; a sound that brought me back to my senses and I too climbed the stairs, then headed to my bedroom, my head going one way, my body the other.
Quickly I shut my door, unzipped my trousers; settled my cock back to where it belonged, zipped up again and then found myself pacing up and down like a caged tiger.
Why oh why, had I responded like that?
Why hadn't I just sunk my cock into that welcoming place?
Why had I backed off?
Mum obviously wanted to have sex with me, so why not just make her happy?
More than that, I'd have fulfilled my dream and become an eager and dirty motherfucker...but then I'd also have broken that age-old taboo of incest and sullied the good image I had of my darling Mum.
"So...?" I muttered to myself as I paced about, my arms outstretched, my palms facing upwards as I argued with myself, "She wanted you even if she was a bit pissed. She was offering herself to you and you turned her down. What the hell's she going to be thinking now?"
I had no answer...
And more than that, my penis remained limp and almost unresponsive, so much so that I actually took it out and inspected it again – checking that everything still worked.
Quickly I pulled out a porn magazine and flung it open at random while massaging my cock into life. It rose and stiffened eagerly but then, demonstration concluded, I tucked it back in my pants and let it shrink once again.
Sexual satisfaction wasn't important right now; too many other things were filling my brain, so much so that I found myself pacing around the room again, lost in thought. Even Mum's proffered and exciting body wasn't enough to overcome the revulsion of sex between family members, it seemed.
Eventually and still wondering why on earth I hadn't been able to enjoy Mum's charms I threw myself onto my bed and just lay there, my mind whirling. I tried to think of her naked body again but although pictures of welcoming pussies, shivering breasts, pliant nipples and delicious lips came and went, none seemed to belong to Mum. I continued to lie there and now, my sexual enthusiasm waning, the pictures became interspersed with pictures of my boss, my colleagues and the office – along with imagined visions of the forthcoming week of luxury.
"For fuck's sake concentrate!" I said to myself but our amorous evening refused to resurface.
I just couldn't settle to think of how I should have reacted...
I let my eyes roam around my room as if to find a focus and then I did so – my wall calendar, of all things.
During the previous week I'd marked the day of our office party – ringing it with a thick red marker pen. That was today – and there below it was the day my prize vacation would start – four weeks tomorrow. Twenty-eight days from tomorrow; twenty-eight days in which to decide our fate perhaps.
Almost instantly the date became my focus and equally instantly I felt a thrill pass through me as Mum reappeared in my mind. But the thrill was tempered; wildly exciting on the one hand and entirely shocking on the other.
A week of luxury with my Mum – with her in an amorous mood! Wow! Now that sounded like heaven to me! Or was it? Could I really face that prospect? Could I control myself? Could I control her, for that matter!
"As soon as this is over you leave home," I told myself firmly, "Should have done so before Dad died; should have got on with it a long time ago."
But either way, the plans for our week of bliss had already been made. I'd already offered to take Mum with me and quite obviously Mum was as excited about it as I was. It would be a monumental let-down for her if I withdrew my offer and it just wasn't like me to let my Mum down.
I lay there and tried to use logic and commonsense while more imaginary and occasionally warped scenes from our hotel room swirled around in my brain...until suddenly I awoke with a shock as my alarm jangled from the bedside cabinet. I'd drifted off, lulled by the peace and by the alcohol no doubt; then slept the whole night away still fully clothed. Somewhat stiff but now at least considerably more sober and more refreshed, even though my mouth tasted acid and dry, I rose and let my mind delve back over the previous evening. Exciting scenarios appeared but now, in the colder light of day I felt calmer and easier about things and when I felt my cock starting to rise once again I merely chuckled to myself about my restrictive sexual appetite.
Soon I was brushing my teeth under the bathroom tap, showering, changing my clothes and then heading downstairs, ready to fight, bite or make up; the activities involving Mum, alcohol and her bedroom brushed under the carpet for now. I had to put that all behind me or our lives would be quite uncomfortable.
Downstairs all was peaceful as I brought the house alive and filled the kettle. I washed the glasses from the night before and put the empty bottle in the bin outside and her discarded skirt in the washing machine and before long I'd settled as normal, with my bowl of cereal, a cup of coffee and with the morning news on the TV and our daily newspaper before me. I'd finished both my breakfast and my cuppa before I heard the sounds of Mum rising, so I cleared up, made a cup of coffee for Mum and awaited her arrival. Cautiously I listened for her footsteps while pretending not to notice; pretending to be concentrating on my paper as I heard the swish of material and the soft padding of her feet as she crossed the room towards me and I mentally braced myself for her arrival.
Thank heavens that she seemed to be feeling as contrite as I was as she drifted up to my shoulder and leaned in to kiss my cheek. I breathed in heavily, expecting to smell the stale aroma of alcohol and lust but instead she was all sweet and fresh and deliciously pleasant.
"Hello darling," she said softly, her hand gently holding my shoulder, "Ummm, let me have the first say. I'm sorry about last night – I think I got a bit carried away, didn't I? I'll ummm, try and control myself in future, ok."
"Yeah not to worry Mum," I replied, relieved that she sounded apologetic, "Too much booze, wasn't it?"
Mum chuckled as she settled down to her coffee although her eyes seemed to remain somewhat downcast.
"Fun though!" she said, her bright eyes now peeking at me from under her lowered brow, "Best bit of fun I've had in simply ages!"
Her hand reached out and stroked my arm sociably and I grasped her fingers and held them, the pair of us then silently squeezing each others fingers until we'd had enough but through it all there was definitely an undercurrent of sex. Her gown was flimsy enough to display the shape of her ample breasts and loose enough too to show off considerable amounts of cleavage and there was no way I could stop from enjoying the display.
Then I remembered what we'd planned, that Mum was coming shopping with me today and I realised that I intended to keep my side of the bargain, to replace her outdated swimsuit. At least that would sort out that problem...and keep us occupied too.
"How're you feeling then Mum?" I asked, "Are you fit to come shopping today?"
"Oh, oh yes, I'd forgotten about that," said Mum sociably, "Yes, I'll be fine – and I'm so looking forward to replacing that old swimsuit."
"Great, we'll get out in a bit then, after you've finished," I said.
I let Mum enjoy her morning coffee and some toast while I had a second cuppa and we made some small talk about the news and the weather, then we attacked the crossword in the paper together. The interlude gave our bodies time to clear some of the leftover alcohol from our systems and then Mum disappeared upstairs to dress.
"Ok, you're ready then?" I asked her once she reappeared and after I checked that we had everything and Mum nodded.
"Yes darling, of course I am," she said happily, "I'm really looking forward to finding a nice new swimsuit now. It's going to be such fun!"
No thoughts of anything resembling fun entered my mind and instead my concentration was now on a new phone that I was considering buying.
"I wouldn't call it fun," I commented, "Waiting while you try things on. You don't know how embarrassing it is to be standing around, surrounded by racks of women's underwear and stuff."
Mum merely chuckled – then we were off, joining the morning traffic as we headed into town but there were more than enough empty parking spaces today and soon we were inside the shopping centre, navigating our way to a clothing shop and their ladies swimwear section.
Soon Mum had several suits to try and beckoned me to follow her before she disappeared into one of the changing booths. I stood there in the company of several other equally bored and embarrassed-looking men while we waited...then opened my phone and began idly playing a game.
Lost in my game play I was jerked alert as someone patted my arm.
"Excuse me, I think you're being called," he said, "Got to be you I guess."
At that moment I heard Mum voice calling quietly.
"Chris, are you there? Come and see how it looks – I'm in number four," she called.
"Yeah, that's me," I said as I raised my hand self-consciously to my fellow loiterer then I edged to the booth, the door of which cracked open a moment later.
Quickly I let myself in and Mum pushed the door shut behind me – and there she was, looking incredible!
"So – how does it look?" asked Mum, positively glowing with pleasure as she posed before me.
The swimsuit she was wearing was cut relatively high on the hips and as she turned around it was evident that a fair expanse of her arse was also on show. Briefly she tilted her hips to emphasise her arse, almost provocatively I thought.
Then she turned back towards me and it became very evident that she'd have to shave if she wore this suit!
But more importantly to me her breasts looked fantastic now! No longer were they held all out of shape – now they stood proud and magnificent! The top was well cut away to leave two cups to hold her substantial breasts, with crossing bands of fabric holding them together. All that exposure created a cleavage that was more than just a cleavage – it was a clear view all the way down between her breasts to her navel and even beyond.
Lower down bands of fabric held the two halves of her costume together yet offered extensive views of her trim and delectable middle.
"You were right," she said, snapping my attention back as she cupped her delicious breasts in her hands, "I have put on a bit of weight, I'm a 36D now."
"You're not!" I breathed as I admired her body, "Bloody hell!"
"Nice isn't it though?" said Mum, as she cupped her breasts again and twisted from side to side, "Never thought I'd wear anything like this! Feels so comfy to wear; it's so soft and smooth and I love the cut of it – what do you think?"
"I think, I think it's brilliant!" I said, "Makes you look so...so...so sexy!"
"Oooohhh – does it?" said Mum, her eyes sparkling suddenly, "But is it me?"
No – truthfully it wasn't 'her' – it was a new woman I was looking at, a brighter, happier, younger looking woman somehow – but the suit was perfect for her.
"Definitely!" I said, my eyes absorbing the delicious views, "Perfect! We'll get you that one then if you're happy with it."
The next moment I was engulfed in Mum's arms as she flung herself at me and hugged me energetically. The warmth of her body flowed into me along with the erotic pressure of her breasts against my chest.
"Oh sweetheart, you're wonderful!" enthused Mum, her honeyed voice soft beside my ear, "I'm so happy!"
I felt things beginning to happen down below and I quickly disentangled myself from her arms and shook my head, not wishing to reveal my arousal either to Mum or to the world in general.
"Yep – that'll do nicely," I said, eager to break the sexy silence, "I'll leave you to get dressed and I'll see you at the till, ok."
"Yes darling, oh I'm so glad you like it, I won't take long," said Mum and with that she just shrugged and her shoulder straps slid off and with another wriggle the entire top half of her costume slipped downwards too.
Suddenly there before me were Mum's wonderful tits again and this time my mind was clear enough to absorb the sight of her crinkled brown aureoles and the way her nipples were slowly rising as if to greet me.
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