บท 756: JUST MY CUP OF TEA
Mum grew up in WWII England at a time when everything was rationed, which of course resulted in a flourishing black market. This was fine for those with money, but her dad was just an ordinary working stiff, and her Mum was a housewife and mother.
One day in early puberty, I saw something that changed my perception of her completely. I don't remember the reason, but I was on my hands and knees looking for something under Mum and Dad's bed. It was one of those big wrought iron beds with exposed springs underneath, and in the shadows I noticed something hanging from the springs on Dad's side. A closer look revealed it to be a freshly used condom, presumably from the night before, and Dad had clearly forgotten to dispose of it before he left for work that morning.
I knew about sex of course, or at least I thought I did, but like most kids it had simply never occurred to me that my own parents did 'it', but from then on I never again saw my Mum in quite the same light. Needless to say, Mum being Mum, she did what all mothers do and covered up whenever I was around.
When I was eleven I passed the exams to attend the high school where Mum was a teacher. Fortunately for me I was never in her classes, so none of the other kids saw the connection, other than remarking that we had the same surname. Something I hadn't expected was the way many of the older boys made lewd remarks about the lady teachers. It did annoy me a little when my Mum was referred to in such terms, but I soon got used to it, and at the same time I felt secretly proud that she was so attractive.
There was one particular bully boy who was always trying to big note himself, and I came close to fighting with him a couple of times when I thought he was overstepping the mark, except that he was way too big for me to handle. On one occasion, a bunch of us were standing around in the schoolyard, and as usual the subject came round to sex. We all listened enviously when one said he spied on his older sister and her boyfriend once. Needless to say another boy had to go one better, and claim he had barged into the bathroom when his Mum was washing herself. Of course everyone wanted to know if he saw anything, but before he could say, the bully boy chimed in by boasting about his own mum. We all knew what he was like, so we all laughed, which only made him more defensive. That was when he said what almost made me smash him in the mouth. The only thing that saved him was that he didn't realise how ridiculous he sounded to all of us.
According to him, my Mum, Mrs. Harris, had singled him out to help her tidy the stock room one day after school. He went on to say something about pink panties. Even though he was aware that we all knew it was all in his imagination, he tried to become a lot more graphic, but the way we were all laughing at him shut him up. Out of respect for my Mum I won't go into detail, except to say that 'filthy slut' was about the mildest term used. As soon as he stopped talking, he realised he had gone too far. Some of the guys became really angry, and told him to shut his filthy mouth, because in those days teachers were held in the highest esteem. There were teachers who may not be popular with some students, but every one of them was respected, so to even hint that one would act improperly was not only preposterous, but the gravest possible insult. It was tantamount to telling a guy his mother or sister was a prostitute.
I was so incensed that I almost blurted out that Mrs. Harris was my Mum, so I knew for a fact that whatever he was implying was a bald faced lie. Such a disclosure would raise questions which I most certainly did not want to answer. It was quite feasible that a boy might catch a glimpse of his mother, when dressing or showering or whatever, but saying so meant that questions would be asked. In the teenage mind, this might imply that I had seen more than I should, but I was not about to say one way or the other.
This would show her in a bad light, and since teenage boys are as bad as girls when it comes to embroidering and spreading scandalous gossip, it wouldn't take long for word to reach other teachers. More questions would be asked, and If Mum was even suspected of interacting inappropriately with a minor, especially her son, police would be called and Mum would lose her job, or worse still have to answer the accusations in court. Regardless of the outcome, mud sticks, and Mum would have lost the respect of staff and students. Fortunately a couple of boys who were bigger and braver than me, told the bully outright that he had crossed the line, and in future he was to stay away from our group.
When I was nineteen, I injured my leg playing football, and needed surgery. In the hospital I hit it off with one of the nurses, a beautiful brunette named Andrea, and after I was discharged we started dating. Less than a year later we married and I left home. We had only been married fourteen months, when Dad succumbed to the lung disease that had seen him pensioned off from the armed services. It was a difficult time for Mum, being without the man she had married when she was only sixteen and heavily pregnant, and she found it hard to cope on her own. She was becoming more despondent every day, and when I suggested that she make her three bedroom government house available for a young family, in exchange for a small easy to maintain bedsitter, she reluctantly agreed.
The move proved to be a catalyst, because although she never stopped mourning Dad's passing, away from the ghosts and memories she began to regain her old zest.
Her new place was not far from where I was living, so I dropped in for a cup of tea and a chat several times a week after work, and to check she was OK. When she was in her early to mid forties she started having chest problems, so I convinced her to see her doctor. Three weeks later she was admitted to hospital for a coronary bypass. After she was discharged, I brought her home with me, so that my wife Andrea and I could monitor and manage her recovery, but within six months she began yearning for her independence. Against my better judgement I agreed to let her move back into her flat, although I insisted on keeping up my visits.
Some months later during one of these visits everything changed. She was now fully recovered, and we were sitting chatting over our customary cups of tea, and I had just broken the news that I was to become a father. As they had so often, my eyes were drawn to the slowly fading scar that started just below her throat, and disappeared into the neckline of her dress. She noticed my stare, and pulled her ever present housecoat closed to hide the blemish. "I'm so glad this happened after your dad passed on" she said quietly. "He so loved looking at what he called my 'perfection', and I think it would break his heart to see these ugly scars."
"It's not an ugly scar Mum." I touched a fingertip to the mark and traced it as far as the top of her cleavage. "It's a badge of survival, and Dad would be every bit as proud of it as you should be." She smiled gratefully, and then something occurred to me. "Anyway, what do you mean by scars? You only have one."
She shook her head. "No, I have another from where they stripped a vein from my leg to use for the bypass." Without thinking, she pulled up the hem of her dress to show me, and my eyes popped. Starting just above the knee, the scar ran in a thin line the whole length of the inside of her thigh, to a couple of inches short of her crotch. Whether or not she had inadvertently pulled up her skirt further than she intended I had no way of knowing, but for the first time since my early teens I had a clear view of her still beautiful, still bald pussy. As I had with the one on her chest, I ran a fingertip lightly along the cicatrix, stopping before I went too far. Something struck me as strange, and I blurted it out without giving it a thought.
"How come you still shave, all these years after Dad died?" My bluntness seemed to amuse her, because she gave her familiar tinkling laugh.
"I've never shaved. It must be something in my genes, because I've never had hairs there, or anywhere else apart from my head. At least nothing more than bum fluff."
My disbelief must have shown in my face, because she didn't flinch when keeping my forefinger on the scar, I extended my thumb and ran the ball gently across her mound, just above her slit. It was just as she said. There was only a very light fuzz, much as you would find on a teenage girl's arms, but apart from that there was nothing. Definitely not the stubble you would expect from shaving. Other than a slight tremor she showed no reaction to my touch, and I carefully closed my fingers, parting the lips from each end until my finger and thumb met on her clit. Mum drew in a sharp breath and held it, but otherwise she didn't flinch, and taking this as a good sign, I stroked gently, surprised to discover her going suddenly from being bone dry to enticingly slippery.
I won't flatter myself by saying that I knew Mum wanted me, because I didn't know what she wanted. I only knew what I wanted, and that was to get my cock into her before she got cold feet or an attack of conscience.
Not wanting to spoil things by speaking, I lifted her from her chair and took the two or three steps to her bed. She did nothing to encourage me, but neither did she offer any resistance. She merely kept her eyes locked on mine, and allowed me to lay her on the bed and part her legs. Her gaze still didn't waver when I slipped a finger into her pussy, then freed my cock from my pants and moved between her thighs, but her eyes widened as I entered her. I figured it was because she hadn't been touched since Dad passed away, but Mum was a lot tighter than I expected, and after a few tentative thrusts, she began to respond by raising her hips a little.
The thing that sticks in my mind most about that first time was that there was none of the bullshit you read about in fiction. None of the 'it's so sinful and wrong' ... 'I'm your mother' ... 'we shouldn't be doing this but it feels too good not to'... none of the yowls and howls of 'fuck your slutty mommy' ... 'harder big boy' ... 'shove your big hard cock in your mommy's nasty cunt' ... and unlikely rubbish like that. Mum just lay with her arms by her sides, staring into my face as I pushed in and out. After a little while she started to thrust her hips to match my rhythm, and then her arms went around me and she whimpered softly as her orgasm took control. She shuddered when I came inside her, then seconds later she came too, and when she did it was the wettest and messiest climax I could ever have imagined.
After I withdrew she rose from the bed and went into the small bathroom. Moments later the toilet flushed, followed by the sound of running water, and I guessed she was cleaning herself up. She returned and handed me a wet washcloth, looking away discreetly until I had wiped the mess from my cock and balls, and then resumed her seat. There was a long awkward silence that seemed to last for hours, during which neither of us looked at the other. I honestly don't think it was embarrassment or guilt, it was more that we didn't know what to say, so we said nothing rather than say the wrong thing.
I know I certainly didn't feel guilty. For years I had dreamed of fucking my Mum, and now that I had, the only thing I could think of was how unexpectedly tight she was, and how good it had felt to have my cock inside her. I replayed in my mind the gentle shudder that ran through her when I shot my cum deep into her, and the wet warmth as her cum bathed my cock and balls. After a while the silence began to get to me, get to us both maybe, so I washed the empty teacups, and giving Mum a quick kiss on the cheek I left.
On the drive home I reflected on how I had just committed the most intimate act a man could commit with a woman, and the wonder was I had done so with my own mother. And the strange thing was that I hadn't seen or even tried to touch her breasts. Now I felt a sense of loss, because after the uncomfortable silence she may have decided the whole thing was a spur of the moment mistake, and not only would I never have another chance to know how her tits felt, I may never get to fuck her again. The mere thought was almost unbearable to me, and only made me want her more, and by the time I arrived home I had another raging hard on.
Fortunately Andrea was her usual demonstrative self, and flashed me a saucy grin as soon as I walked through the door. "About time. Another ten minutes and my toy would have been where you belong." Her laugh was deliciously wicked as she leaned back against the soft cushions of the couch and hitched up her skirt. "See how much she wants her best friend?"
One thing about my gorgeous wife was that she wasn't half hearted about anything she did. When we had first started seeing each other, she had steadfastly resisted any attempts I made to do more than kiss her, but when after about three months I finally got to feel her boobs -- on the outside of her clothing, because that was as far as I believed she would let me get -- she held nothing back. Without hesitation she had undressed completely, and we had fucked with an intensity that was almost frightening. When we married she threw the same enthusiasm into her relationship with my parents. She had grown up in a succession of foster homes, so now that she had a 'real' Mum and Dad, she was determined to give them all the love she had been unable to give the natural parents she had never known.
Now I glanced at the darker blue of the wet patch on her pale blue panties, and pulled up her tee shirt and bra. Because I hadn't seen Mum's tits, I looked at Andrea's with a new appreciation, shaping my hands to their firm roundness and teasing the already hard nipples, before taking one between my lips as she fumbled to free my erection. I pushed her sopping panties off and brushed my hand across her short wiry bush, then spread her pussy lips and drove my stiff cock deep into her wetness. For the next hour or more we fucked with the same intensity as we had the first time, changing positions often and finishing with her kneeling on the cushions, her cum running down her thighs as I grasped her boobs and poured my thick jism into her cunt.
I was apprehensive about visiting Mum again, because I was not sure what sort of reception I would receive. The last thing I wanted was any form of confrontation, so I put off seeing her for as long as I could. By the third day after I would normally have visited, I forced myself to accept I would have to face her sooner or later. Preferably sooner since the longer it dragged out the harder it would become. Steeling myself to face the worst, I dropped in on Friday after work.
Mum smiled when she answered the door and saw me, and I assumed that she had decided that once was more than enough, because her usually loose housecoat was buttoned to the throat. Waving me to my usual chair, she set about making tea, and with cups in hands we sat chatting about trivia, carefully avoiding any reference to what had happened last time.
When her cup was empty, she set it on the small occasional table and went into the bathroom, returning almost immediately and spreading a large bath towel over the bed covers. She stood for a moment, her eyes flickering nervously around the room, looking everywhere but at me, and then slowly unbuttoned her housecoat, shrugging it off to reveal her totally nude figure.
I swallowed a sudden lump in my throat as I looked at her breasts, sagging slightly from age and gravity, but still amazingly firm, with hard brown nipples. Strangely the scars on her thigh and chest, and the faint stretch marks on her abdomen, seemed to add something special to the beauty of her nudity, and my cock stiffened instantly. She looked meaningfully at my clothes, and as I undressed hurriedly, she sat on the edge of the bed and held her arms out to me. As I came to her she lifted her breasts, and with a tremor in her voice she whispered. "You forgot these last time." It was only five short words, but they broke the tension, and I sat beside her fondling the wonderful soft globes. Her breathing quickened when I took a nipple into my mouth, and holding my head firmly she lay back, taking me with her and swinging her legs onto the bed.
For what seemed like forever I sucked first one glorious tit then the other, lashing each nipple with my tongue, until she grasped my hand and pushed it against her wet sex. My finger slipped in easily, and I pressed my thumb against her clit, causing her to arch upwards. I only stroked for a few seconds before she pushed my hand away. "Now, Normie."
Her use of the diminutive form of my name made me smile. She had only ever called me by my given name of Norman, except as a child if I hurt myself or did something that particularly pleased her. Now as I moved between her thighs she grasped my cock and guided it into her. Her orgasm seemed to start almost immediately, and she clung to me, setting her own rhythm with gentle thrusts of her hips. She continued to cum the whole time I was fucking her, the whole time she was fucking me, the whole time we were fucking each other. I could feel the wetness of her secretions seeping out over my balls and soaking into and through the towel, and she pushed my head down onto her tits, giving the delightful little shudder as my cum poured out of me and into her.
We lay silently side by side, mother and son, replete and sated, lost in our own thoughts, and I turned on to my side to say something, but before I could speak she put a finger against my lips and shook her head. "There's no point in recriminations. Nothing happens that isn't meant to happen." She paused, as if trying to find the right words. "You know, when your dad died, I felt that part of me died with him. I hardly ever ever thought of sex since that awful day, because he was the only man who ever touched me. When I showed you my scar, that was all you were supposed to see, but then I figured that since you had seen what I had plenty of times when you were younger, once more wouldn't matter. It was the anniversary of your dad's death and I was missing him really badly. When you touched me here," - her fingers traced the point above her slit that I had first touched, " -- it awoke feelings I thought I had forgotten. It didn't matter to me that you were my son, I just wanted you inside me more than I ever wanted any man apart from your Dad. In a way maybe even more than I wanted him. Then when you stroked my pussy, any doubts I may have had about you wanting me vanished, and I didn't dare hold back in case I never had another opportunity to feel you inside me. When you came into me, and then came inside me, it was as if you had given me more than your semen. You had given me my life back. I cried a little after you left. Not because of what we had done, but because I was afraid we might never do it again."
A single tear ran down her cheek and I kissed it away, surprised to find my own eyes filling. What she had just told me certainly explained one thing I had wondered about. Why she had offered no resistance and let me fuck her so easily the first time. It also raised another question that had always puzzled me. "Seeing as you knew I used to look at you, how come I never saw you wearing panties? Was that deliberate or not? Did you leave them off so I could see?"
She shook her head and laughed. "Goodness no, it was more practical than that. Growing up during the war everything was rationed, and your grandparents thought it was more important to use our clothing coupons on warm outer clothes and shoes, rather than waste them on underclothes, which would never be seen anyway. When rationing ended years after the end of the war, we were so used to not wearing knickers we didn't see any point in starting again. Except for once a month I've never bothered with them since."
She drew in a deep breath before returning to our original subject. "When you put it in me the other day it was so good that I knew once could never be enough. I started watching the clock, and when you didn't arrive at your usual time I grew afraid you wouldn't want me any more. That's when I decided to take off my clothes and only wear my housecoat in case you did turn up, so I could open it and let you know it was OK to fuck me again." She grimaced at her use of the unfamiliar word, because Mum was never a one for profanities.
The whole time she had been talking she had her fingers curled loosely around my spent tool, and as she fell silent she tightened her grasp and began to stroke slowly. "Do you think you will be able to do it again before you have to go home?" The way my shaft stiffened turned it into a rhetorical question, and I moved over her again, thrusting into her gently, enjoying the more-than-warmth, fucking her not just with my cock, but with the full power of all the love I had ever felt for her, first as a son, now as a lover.
I knew I would need to take things carefully with Mum. We were from two different eras, and some things which were commonplace and taken for granted now, might seem shocking, or even alien, to her more conservative generation. I was seeing her two or three times a week, and she was gradually coming out of her shell at her own pace, beginning with trying different positions, and slowly moving onwards. I was amazed how little a grown woman and mother knew about sex, and it seemed a little strange for me to take the role of teacher. The first time I persuaded her to let me fuck her doggy style, she was embarrassed at assuming what she called an undignified position, and even more embarrassed to admit that she enjoyed it immensely, but that proved to be a turning point.
I still had a fascination for her tits, and more and more I was bringing them into play, pressing them together around my cock and fucking the warm soft valley. One thing she particularly liked was when I pushed her nipple into the surrounding flesh with the tip of my cock to form a depression, and filling it with cum which she then rubbed into both tits.
About two months after our first fuck I decided it was time to take things a step further. She had removed her housecoat, and was lying on the ever present towel as I undressed. When I joined her on the bed, she gasped with a mixture of shock and horror, as I moved between her spread thighs and fastened my mouth over her hairless cunt. Her gasps took on a different note when my tongue found her clit, and soon she was holding my head and trembling as her juices poured out on to my face.
When her orgasm subsided she pulled my face up to hers and kissed my wet cheek. "Oh god Normie, that was amazing. I never imagined anyone would do that, or that it would feel so good." There was one thing I would have loved her to do for me in return, but I didn't feel she was quite ready for that just yet, so I contented myself with sliding my cock into her and fucking her dripping pussy.
As time passed I was pleased and relieved to find that fucking Mum in no way diminished my 'performance' at home. The bigger Andrea's pregnant belly grew the more she enjoyed fucking, which in turn made her even sexier to me, then seven months after Mum had inadvertently revealed her slit, four things happened that made me the happiest man in the world.
The first came at three o'clock in the morning, at the start of the school summer break, when Andrea woke me and told me it was that time. The second was two hours later, as I watched my beautiful daughter come into the world, kicking and screaming. Number three came completely out of the blue the next day, and gave me an even bigger surprise than seeing Mum's pussy months before. I had knocked off work early and gone directly to the hospital to see my family. (You know something? That simple word 'family' still gives me a kick all these years later.) Anyway, I arrived to find Mum sitting beside the bed holding her new grandchild, and she and Andrea were deep in discussion, but as soon as I appeared they went quiet. Oh yes, before I forget, there was one other little thing, so I guess that makes it five things that happened. In a tone that said the subject was not open to debate, not that I would have argued anyway, Andrea told me that our daughter would be named 'Gwen', after 'our' Mum.
The biggest bombshell came ten minutes or so later, and shook me to the core. Mum and Andrea had been exchanging looks, and I felt sure it had something to do with what they were talking about when I arrived. Taking my and Mum's hands in both of hers, my beautiful wife looked me in the eye. "Normie Honey, please don't take this the wrong way, but there's something I need to get off my chest. I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone, and I can't bear the thought of anyone ever stealing you from me." She shook her head to silence me as I opened my mouth to reassure her. "No, don't say anything. Let me finish. I know how horny you get going without for just one week a month, and now the doctors say I'm going to be out of action for at least six weeks. I talked about it with Mum, and she took a lot of persuading, but she says that if you're OK with it she won't mind too much if you want to do it with her occasionally. At least until I'm better." I was thinking to myself how little persuasion Mum had really needed, but Andrea must have misread the look on my face, because she looked at me pleadingly. "I know some people say incest is dirty, but Mum doesn't mind and I don't mind, so if you don't mind I don't see what's dirty about it. And I know Mum won't steal you away from me."
I had to put on a show of thinking about it, just as Mum must have, because I didn't want to seem too eager, but finally I leaned across the bed and hugged her. "If you're absolutely sure about this?" She nodded earnestly and hugged me back.
"I'm more than sure. I've been thinking about it for a while, so it's not a sudden spur of the moment decision. And you have to admit she is still a very sexy looking woman."
I definitely couldn't disagree on that point, so I kissed her -- hard. "OK then, no promises but I'll see how it goes. Just for the record though, there's no danger of anyone ever 'stealing' me away from you, so even if I do fuck Mum you're stuck with me forever."
Now that it was settled we all relaxed, and for the next hour Mum and I fought over whose turn it was to hold baby Gwen. Eventually the nurse came and told us we had to leave, and Mum linked her arm through mine as we walked to the car. I was walking on air, hardly able to believe my adorable wife had actually given us permission to do what she had no idea we had been doing for months. My elation was increased by the realisation that now we could do the one thing that had been denied us. We would be able to spend a whole night together, which meant I would be able to relieve my usual wake up stiffy in Mum's warm cunt. On the drive home I kept looking across at her with a grin like a Cheshire cat. I stopped on the way to pick up some Chinese take away, and when we arrived home number five happened.
We were seated side by side on the couch, watching TV as we ate, and as soon as we finished Mum reached across to unfasten my pants and push them down to my knees. I looked at her in surprise because this was the first time she had ever really taken the initiative, and my tool stiffened almost before she touched it. I sensed that this might be the time, so I placed my hand behind her neck and eased her head towards my cock. She resisted a little as she came closer, but when I pressed the tip against her closed lips, she opened her mouth and engulfed the bulbous head. Although I had licked her pussy more times than I could count, this was the one thing I had always held back on, and I sighed with pleasure, lifting my hips as I watched her lips slide up and down my shaft.
It was obvious that she had never sucked a cock before, but it felt so good that I didn't care, and it wasn't long before I tapped her on her shoulder. "You'd better stop now Mum, I'm almost there." Rather than heeding my warning, she bobbed her head faster, sucking until my cock erupted into her mouth. She withdrew after the first spurt, and looked up at me with her lips pursed as though unsure what came next. I leaned forward to pick up an empty food container and held it out for her to spit into, but after looking at it she shook her head and swallowed. "I wasn't sure if I could ever bring myself to do that." I didn't know if she was talking about sucking my cock or swallowing cum, or both, but I was so pleased at how far she had come that I smiled rather than saying anything. "Actually it wasn't as bad as I thought." She looked at my still oozing cock. "Looks like I missed some." Lowering her head again, she sucked some more until I was drained, and then resumed her seat beside me with a self satisfied smile.
I went to make a pot of tea, and when I returned she was gone from the living room. At first I thought she may have gone to the bathroom, but when I saw the door was open I checked the bedroom. She had spread a couple of towels on the bed, and was starting to undress. I thought it was still a bit too early for bed, but I wasn't about to argue the point, so I fetched the cups and stretched out beside her. As we sat drinking, I asked her how Andrea had approached her about me.
Mum said "It came from nowhere actually. She was saying she didn't know how you would be able to cope without almost daily sex for six weeks until she was recovered from the birth. I think she was scared that she might lose you to someone else. Then she asked me if I had dated anyone since Dad died, and when I told her no, she asked did I ever miss it. Not knowing where it was leading to, I admitted that there were times I did, then she came straight out and asked me 'Why don't you let Normie fuck you? That would solve the problem for all of us.'
"To say I was surprised is an understatement, but I managed not to appear too shocked. I had to put on a show of reluctance, and when she said how good you are in bed, I told her 'It would be nice to feel a cock in me again, so if it means so much to you OK, but you'll have to ask him if he's willing'... It just goes to show doesn't it? You never know what people are thinking. I was really worried about her finding out about us, so it couldn't have worked out better."
She drained her cup and set it on the bedside table before grabbing my cock again. "I want another taste." There wasn't even the slightest vestige of modesty now as she applied her tongue to the head, licking and sucking me to full throbbing erection, and then kneeling astride me, she sank down until my tool was buried to the hilt in her silky smooth snatch. Taking my hands, she lifted them so that her hard nipples brushed my palms as she rose and fell on my prick. With Mum on top I could see her creamy juices oozing out, coating my cock and balls with a milky film, and, closing my fingers around her tits, I thrust upwards, adding my cum to hers.
Panting from her exertions, and with my cock still buried in her pussy, she fell forward on top of me. Gradually her breathing steadied, and it took me some minutes to realise that she had fallen asleep. Very carefully I eased her off me and dropped the messy towel on to the floor, before snuggling behind her with my limp shaft tucked against her sticky slit. My last thoughts as I drifted off to sleep, were how snugly her bottom moulded itself to my crotch, and how perfectly her tit fitted my palm.
Sometime during the night, I'm not sure what time, I became vaguely aware of Mum fumbling the tip of my tool between the folds of her pussy, and as my rod stiffened there was only one place it could go. She pressed back against me, and in my half awakened state it was almost like a wet dream as I fucked her slowly, pumping my cum into her before dropping back into a contented slumber, with my cock still buried in her slot.
The late morning sun was streaming through the window when she woke me with a cup of tea, and once more she became the aggressor as she looked down at my usual wake up hard on. "We can't let that go to waste," she grinned, climbing on top of me. With my stiffy firmly tucked into her crack, she straightened until she was stretched full length on me, and it felt as though she was fucking me with her entire body, kissing my face and sliding her tits up and down my chest, as her cunt tightened on my rigid tool.
It was as if having Andrea's blessing flicked some secret switch, because Mum seemed to have become almost insatiable, and I lost count of how many times I made her cum before it was time to visit mother and child in the hospital. Andrea was sitting beside the bed breastfeeding little Gwen when we entered the room, and she beamed when she saw us. She looked us up and down critically, and her smile broadened. "There's no need for me to ask is there? You two look as if you've been at it non-stop since you left here yesterday." She took Mum's hand. "Well? Did I exaggerate when I told you he was good?"
Mum gave a bashful smile as she shook her head. "No. I'll be honest though, I was a little nervous when he put it in me the first time. Once he was in I was fine, it was just taking that first step. I don't mean letting someone fuck me after so long without it, I mean doing it with my son. Then when he started moving I realised I'd forgotten how good it felt, and how much I missed it. A year ago I would have said incest was disgusting, but when he put his cock in me it was like it belonged, and I didn't want him to take it out - ever."
I felt a little uncomfortable sitting there with my wife and my mother discussing me like a piece of meat, but I couldn't help feeling smug about which piece of meat they were talking about. There was a strange gleam in Andrea's eyes, and she licked her lips. "Did he make you cum?"
"Oh yes! Much more than his dad ever did." She looked wistful as she thought of her next words, then shrugged. "I adored Arthur, and he was a wonderful husband and father, but the truth is we only married because I was sixteen and seven months pregnant. There was no real passion in our marriage. Because of his lung condition he ran out of breath easily and most times he finished before I could climax, so until the first time with Normie I had never experienced good lusty uninhibited sex. Don't get me wrong, there was never any shortage of sex, but the spark wasn't there the way it is now." Mum looked at me and grinned sheepishly. "I think we'd better change the subject, because I'm getting horny again."
Right at the end of visiting time the doctor came to check on mother and baby, and told us that if they could be looked after for the first few days, Andrea could bring the baby home next day. I wasn't sure if I could take any more time off work, but Mum solved the problem by saying that the new school year was still some weeks away, so she would be happy to move in with us for a while.
During the drive home, I reflected how far Mum had come in just a few months, although it had surprised me that she had been able to discuss sex so openly, even admitting that our discussion in the hospital had aroused her. The biggest surprise was still to come though. All the time since we left the hospital she had sat quietly with her hand pressed against her crotch, and as we were passing the shopping centre she told me to pull into the almost deserted car park, and directed me to an isolated corner.
Clambering over into the rear seat, she pulled her skirt up around her waist. "Let's do it here." Thankful of the growing darkness, I climbed over and sat beside her as she freed my cock. Without wasting time on unnecessary foreplay, she straddled me and sank down on to my rod. "I always wanted to do this," she panted, riding me furiously, "but your Dad never had the nerve." Her orgasm was fast and wild, which was just as well, because the sheer excitement and danger of fucking my mother in a public car park was more than I could stand, and within seconds I was pumping a fountain of thick cum up into her slippery twat.
We picked Andrea and the baby up next morning, and Mum and I spent a frantic few days fitting out one of the spare rooms as a nursery, something Andrea had made me put off in case anything went wrong with the birth. Working together carried an unexpected bonus, in that although Andrea supervised from the comfort of a chair, when she left to attend to little Gwen, Mum and I had plenty of opportunities to indulge each other without flaunting it in Andrea's face. As it turned out, our discretion was totally unnecessary, because on her third day home, it was Andrea herself who suggested that during the time she spent with our daughter, Mum and I may as well take a fuck break. The reason she gave was that it would make her feel better if she knew for certain that I was being satisfied, rather than just assuming, but although we knew there was more to it than that, we weren't inclined to argue the point.
We discovered her true motive a few days later when the after care nurse visited to check all was well. To my embarrassment, after the examination was finished, Andrea asked bluntly if swallowing semen could have an adverse effect on breast milk. The nurse looked at me reproachfully then laughed, before explaining that it was not only harmless, but there appeared to be evidence to indicate that in some instances the sugar, mineral and protein content might alleviate symptoms of post natal depression.
The instant the nurse left, my wife grinned and reached for my zipper. "We can't have me becoming depressed, can we?" she smirked, and not caring that Mum was watching, she pulled my cock out and took it deep into her mouth, sucking greedily until my cum poured down her throat. Smacking her lips she smiled with satisfaction. "My pussy may be out of action for a while, but at least we know my mouth still works."
Over the next two or three weeks, it seemed to me that life couldn't be more perfect. In addition to fucking Mum when Andrea was attending to little Gwen, most nights Andrea sucked my cock whilst I fondled her milk laden breasts. As much as I was tempted to suckle her swollen nipples, it didn't seem right to deprive my daughter of her nutrition, but I knew that once the baby was taking solid food there would be nothing to stop me.
One afternoon when the little one was sleeping, Andrea was rubbing cream into her stretch marks, and bemoaning the way they marred the smoothness of her abdomen. Mum put a comforting arm around her. "I felt the same after I had Normie, but after a while they faded, and I got used to them."
Andrea looked at her dubiously. "I don't think I'll ever get used to them. Can I see?"
Mum was wearing a knee length dress, and she leaned back on the couch and pulled the hem up to her breasts. Andrea glanced for a moment at Mum's unadorned pussy, and ran a palm gently over the faint stretch marks, then casually slid her hand on to the downy mound. "Wow Mum, this is so beautiful and smooth." Mum smiled nervously, but when Andrea slipped a probing finger into her pussy, she sighed and closed her eyes. As the finger moved gently in and out her legs parted little by little, and then her eyes widened in shock when she felt Andrea's tongue on her clit. She moved her hands down in a feeble attempt to push her away, but as the licking grew more insistent she opened her legs wide and surrendered to the sensations.
The erotic sight and scent of my Mum being licked to orgasm by my wife had my tool straining to break loose, and unable to help myself I dropped my pants and knelt on the cushion beside Mum. Turning her head to the side I thrust my prick between her lips, and watching my stiff cock driving in and out of her mouth as her cum coated my beautiful wife's face, I knew with certainty that as good as this was, when Andrea was fully recovered from giving birth it would get even better.
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