A True Start then A Mum Fantasy
If you have read my post entitled “Mother's Stories” I can tell you that the first part of Jane's Testimony is based on something that I actually did! It was in the early seventies and I was a teenager, living with my parents in a council house, with the puberty sap rising and an increasing interest in girls and nudie magazines. It began one evening purely by accident. In those days my parents were very conscious of costs and as a consequence we only had one bath a week, the water heated by an electric immersion heater which only went on on a Sunday evening. So, during the week the family used to have an evening wash in the kitchen, one at a time, using a kettle of hot water and washing ourselves using the kitchen sink. On that particular evening my mother had gone for her wash and I had to pop out to send a message for her to a neighbour. It was dark and on my way back, on impulse, I went to the kitchen window at the back of the house, stood on the garden bench that was placed under it, and peeped through a small gap where the curtains didn't quite meet. It was dark and the kitchen light was on so I realised my mother wouldn't be able to see me. I was shaking with fear, as I knew I'd be in for a hard time if my father caught me. On that first occasion I was rewarded with a partial view of my mother, naked from the waist up, but with her back to me, putting on her pyjama top. So, no wonderful revelation, but a recognition that this was worth trying again!
I went back into the house through the front door and no comment was made. I had got away with it! In truth I hadn't got away with much, but the adrenaline of the peeking was addictive. If I'd been a minute or two earlier, surely I'd have seen my Mum's breasts. Surely! So I fantasised about repeating the experience again.
It was sometime later that I had the opportunity for another peeking expedition. My Dad, who worked in the construction industry, had the opportunity to work on an exhibition project in Sweden and was away for a month. The layout of our house was that both the kitchen and our lounge were at the rear of the house. The lounge had French windows and the key to them was in a fruit bowl on our bookcase. Over the next few weeks I was able to peek at my mother a number of times. As in my story, I used to set the kitchen curtains so that there was a small gap for me to look through. As soon as my mother went in for her wash I would retrieve the key, open the French windows as quietly as possible, and climb onto the bench to watch her. I regularly got a view of her naked breasts which was wonderful. She had a good figure and her breasts were quite large. They sagged slightly, of course; unlike these days there was no chance they'd be full of rubber! No, Mum's boobs were natural and real, and visible to my prying eyes. I enjoyed the views while they lasted. I loved seeing her nipples and dreamt about them! I'd hoped to see her completely naked; I was extremely keen to see a woman's sexual parts. Nudie mags only had airbrushed shots, I was desperate to see the real thing. I never managed it, being stymied by the layout of the kitchen. I realised my Mum took off her knickers to wash herself “down there”, but the damned sink unit obscured my view. It was extremely frustrating knowing she had taken them off; I could see her bending down to pull on her pyjama bottoms after she'd finished her ablutions, but the longed-for view was never available. Curses!
Eventually the opportunity for more peeking came to an end. Dad returned from Sweden and the nights became lighter as summer approached. Looking back at all this I have to feel ashamed about what I did, but I also have a kind of admiration of myself for taking such chances and overcoming my nerves. Well I had the memories and the fantasies, and had got away with the viewing without being caught... But suppose I had been? This how it might (might!) have gone...
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Would this be the night? Dad was still away in Sweden. Would this peek be the one where my mother moved aside or further back in the kitchen, so I could see her without her knickers? I retrieved the key and slipped out into the back garden. Mum would be getting undressed so I needed to be quick to get on the bench and focus my gaze through the little gap to ensure I didn't miss it. Yes, I was in time, Mum was undoing her blouse, unbuttoning it, opening it up so I could see her brassiere, nicely full as usual. Then the wonderful movement when she reached behind herself and unclasped the bra, pulling it off and exposing those full breasts and large nipples, ready for her to apply soapy sponging. I watched intently as she washed under her arms and then attended to her mammaries, enjoying immensely seeing her towelling them dry! Then I saw her move her hands down her sides and stoop as she removed her knickers. I stood on tiptoe... maybe this time I'd be able to see more? Maybe? Then...
Disaster! I was so intent on trying to get a more elevated position to look down, that I slipped and my face smacked against the window. Shit! Immediately Mum pulled the curtain aside, with one arm across her chest, hiding her breasts, and saw my shocked and scared face. I wasn't the only shocked one! Mum gasped and her mouth fell open. “Get indoors Alan...Now!” she shouted. Oh my God, what happens now? What will my Dad say when she tells him? Oh God!
I went back into the lounge. I stood there helpless and sheepish; Mum came in a minute later, dressed in her pyjamas and dressing gown.
“Well?”
“I'm sorry Mum...”
“Is that all you've got to say?”
“Mum... I'm so sorry Mum...”
“Sorry you got caught!”
“No... err...”
“You were spying on me! You knew I was getting washed. Yes?”
“Mum...”
“How could you? Your own mother! Go to bed! Go on. Now! I can't be with you at the moment. I'm so shocked at you!”
“Sorry Mum...”
So I went up to my room. My head was spinning. What would she do? If she tells my Dad he'll... Oh god I don't know … It'll be bad... I sat on my bed, in a trance... or a coma. I don't know how long I just sat there staring at the wall. I was brought back to reality with a knock on my bedroom door.
“Alan. It's Mum. Can I come in?”
“Yes Mum, of course.” She sat next to me on my bed.
“You know that what you did was wrong don't you?”
“I'm sorry Mum. Yes...”
“Its not that you wanted to see my breasts you know. That's not why I'm so hurt and cross. Its that you were spying on me. That shows a betrayal of trust. That was a sneaky and underhand thing to do!”
“Oh Mum I feel awful. It was a horrid thing I did. I'm so sorry...”
“You did want to see my breasts didn't you?”
“Yes Mum. I'm sorry...”
“Stop saying you're sorry. Did you see them? Well you must have I guess.”
“Yes Mum I did. It was what I wanted to do. I wanted to see real breasts. Yours are so lovely...”
“Well, thank you for the compliment! I suppose at your age you're thinking about sex and things all the time. Am I right?”
“... Well... er... yes.. I dream about it. Boys at school have magazines but they're only pictures...”
“And you want to see real ones. I suppose I get it. Its frustration isn't it?”
“Oh gosh yes Mum! All the time. I know I did wrong...”
Then she stood up, shrugged off her dressing gown and undid the buttons on her pyjama top and opened the front to expose her breasts to me, there in my bedroom. It was amazing!
“Well, there you are! That's what you wanted to see isn't it? Have a good look. No more sneaking peek through the window. And don't you ever think of doing it again, and not on anyone else's windows either! That's being a peeping Tom and its against the law. You understand?”
“Oh wow Mum, thank you! Yes I understand. I'll never do it again. You won't tell Dad will you?”
“No, I won't tell your Dad. I don't want your dead body on my conscience!” She smiled and began to button up.
“Mum... will you let me see them again sometimes?”
“We'll see. Just be satisfied with what you've just seen for now. Good night Alan...”
“Goodnight Mum...”
000ooo000
It was a few days later. Mum was washing herself in the kitchen as usual. I was trying not to think about it, but was fondly remembering her exposure in my bedroom that evening as I watched “News At Ten”. Then I heard the kitchen door open and Mum called out “Alan, come in here...”
I entered the kitchen to be confronted by Mum, fully dressed, leaning back against the sink unit and looking me straight in the eyes. “Shut the door behind you,” she commanded. I complied, wondering what was going on. “You wanted to see my breasts again didn't you? Well you can help me wash them. OK?”
“Oh wow Mum, yes please!”
“Take my blouse off for me then. That's it, undo the buttons. Gently! Try to stop your hands shaking!”
“Its hard Mum!”
“That's it. Help me off with it. Unzip my skirt. The zip's at the back! That's it. Pick it up and put it on the chair, along with my blouse.” Mum stood now in her bra and tights. I was getting a raging erection! “I'll take my tights off, I don't want you laddering them!” She pulled them down, unfurled them from her legs and I was now treated to a view of her in her black cotton full-backed knickers. “Undo my bra now Alan. Undoing the clasp will be good practice for you in the future...”
Wow! I stood behind her, taking in her perfume and the heat from her body and fumbled with the bra clasps. The bra itself was plain white and covered her boobs quite comprehensively, but gave very nice support. Having seen them already, briefly, I knew they were quite firm in any case. I would have loved to have cupped them from behind, but that would have been taking a liberty and I couldn't afford to scupper any chances I was getting. Eventually I got the bra undone and she turned to face me. “Lift it off then!” Oh gosh! I got hold of her shoulder straps and pulled the bra forward. Now her globes were once again on show for me.
“Mum, they are fabulous. They are really lovely!”
“Come on then, do whatever you want with them! Enjoy them!” What?
“Can I hold them?”
“Yes, go ahead!”
“Lick them?”
“Alan... just get on with it!”
And so I just bent and took each nipple into my mouth. They tasted salty and warm. As I licked them, my saliva shone on them as I rubbed my face in them and buried it between them as I luxuriated in their weight and their texture. Then I stood behind her and cupped them in my hands, just as I'd imagined earlier. I thought I was going to ejaculate with the pleasure of it, but managed to control myself. It was wonderful.
Eventually Mum said “I think you've pawed them enough now, Alan. Let's wash them now shall we?”
“Oh yes Mum. Great!”
And so, with her guidance, I filled the sink with hot water from the kettle and soaped her chest, paying particular attention to her nipples, which stood out hard as I worked on them. I decided to maximise the opportunity, hoping I could give Mum some pleasure in return (though I think she was actually enjoying my handiwork anyway) and so I moved behind her and began to massage her neck and shoulders with the soapy water and of course I cupped her properly and diddled her nipples with my thumbs! I'm pretty sure I heard a murmur of satisfaction from her. After a couple of minutes of this, she announced that it was time to rinse and dry her off with a towel. Then..
“OK Alan, that'll do. You can go now while I finish off. Thank you. Did you enjoy that?”
“Oh yes Mum thank you. Fabulous. Don't you want any more help then?”
“No Alan, I'll take care of my privates thank you. I think you've had enough pleasure for one evening. (Quietly) I know I have..”
“Pardon Mum?”
“Nothing. Off you pop now.”
And that was it. Another amazing evening with Mum. I was getting the impression that she was enjoying all this almost as much as I was....
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I didn't have to wait long for another wonderful session with Mum. She'd been quiet for the evening after the wash fun, as if she was thinking something through. She kept looking in my direction and smiling. What was she thinking of? I found out the next day as I got home from school.
“Hello love. Good day?”
“It was OK. Double maths this morning was a bit of a trial...”
“Look... Umm, do you want to play with my boobs again... err.. now?”
“Oh blimey, yes Mum. Of course, anytime. Lovely!”
“I thought you'd say yes. Well, you know you massaged my neck and shoulders last night?”
“Yes...”
“Well it was really nice. You were very good at it. So I thought.. Well, would you like to give me a proper massage?”
“Yes of course Mum. What do you mean by proper?”
“A proper lying-down massage. Using baby oil. I thought I could lie down on my bed, I'll put towels down so the blanket doesn't get oily.” (This was before duvets...). “What do you think?”
“Sounds great. Do you want to do it now?”
“Oh yes! I'll get ready. Let's go upstairs. Errr... I think you should strip down to your pants, so you don't get your clothes all oily...”
“No problem, good idea Mum,” I smiled. We trooped upstairs and went into my parents room. Mum had already got it prepared. She obviously knew I'd agree! The coverlet had been removed and there were a number of bath sheets on the bed. There was a bottle of baby oil on the bedside cabinet.
“Undress me...”
I decided to make this as slow and sensuous as possible, for both of our pleasures. Mum was wearing a woollen dress which fastened up the back, which I slowly unbuttoned and let drop to the floor. Underneath she had a nice white nylon slip which I lifted up and over her head, exposing a very nice under-wired black bra, which, unlike her previous one, was low cut and allowed the tops of her breasts to show. But even nicer was the discovery that she wasn't wearing tights this time. No, this time she had stockings and suspenders!
“Mum, those are fabulous! Stockings and suspenders! Wow!”
“I thought you'd like them. I wore them for you. For you to take off for me!”
I had to adjust myself in my trousers. I had a huge erection. This was beyond amazing! Something fabulous was going to happen, I just knew! I knelt before her legs and let my hands caress her thighs, feeling the stockings and the little suspender tags holding them up. Then venturing to feel the skin between her stocking-tops and her... wow... her knickers. Her black lacy little panties!
“That's enough feeling me lovey... take them off me now love!”
I managed to undo the suspender clasps (blimey women's clothing can be complicated!) and rolled the stockings off her, as she stepped out of her shoes. Then I managed to undo and remove the belt itself.
“Undo my bra now love... That's it. Best if you strip down yourself now...”
I quickly got my kit off, just leaving my pants on as Mum had suggested. So now we were both in our knickers! I was admiring her breasts again as Mum picked up a small towel at the side of the bed and put it around her. Then she reached up under it and pulled her little black panties off. Then, making sure the towel covered her privates, she lay on her back on the bed. Her breasts moved slightly apart but were still magnificent as she lay there with her legs tightly together.
“Get plenty of baby oil on your hands then start on my shoulders. That's lovely, you have the touch!” I also had a raging hard-on! “Now move onto my tummy and my boobs. Gently! That's it. Get more oil on them, yes, squeeze it from the bottle. Fabulous. Oh wow that's lovely!”
Indeed it was! I had oil all over my hands as I went to work on her boobs. This was even nicer than soap and water. I teased the nipples and was gratified when they responded by firming up and getting erect – just like my cock! She was happy to let me put my face down and nuzzle her breasts as my hands explored her tummy and navel.
“Do my legs next Alan... Squirt the oil on them. That's it, start at my feet and work your way up...”
Crikey. She was keeping her legs together but that towel didn't come down very far. I knew she was naked under it. Was there a chance I'd get to see more? I forced the thought aside as I began massaging her shins, then her knees then onto her thighs. I was getting very close to nirvana and Mum seemed relaxed about my onward and upward path of discovery! I badly wanted to part her legs and gain access to her inner thighs, but she was showing no signs of movement. I was getting desperate to see more of her – the secret places - when she told me she was going to turn over and to stand back. Then she deftly held the towel in place while she rolled over, keeping the whole area hidden and resulting in her lying on her front, legs straight, breasts no longer on show, and the damned towel covering her bottom...
“Do my back now Alan. You're doing a great job.”
“Mum, I'm finding it hard you know...”
“Well, looking at your pants, I can see that – but you're clearly enjoying it aren't you?”
“Well, yes... But...”
“No buts. Just be patient and put more oil on me.” Be patient? Did that mean there was hope? Would I be able to see her privates? Mum spread her arms forward and I went back to my massage, getting oil down her back and using my hands down to the towel, then running them down her sides and caressing her breasts from the side. That was nice and she seemed to like it. “You can do my feet and the backs of my legs next please...”
That was better; standing next to her legs and feet I was below the towel level and hoping for a chance to see up it. I began with a foot, she allowed me to bend her lower leg up from the knee and I put lots of oil on her sole and worked away. Mum was sighing with pleasure as I transferred attention to the other foot. Then I applied the oil to her calves and noticed that she just slightly moved her knees a little apart. Only and inch, but it was something! Full of hope I began to oil her thighs. She had her legs flat out now, but the slight parting of her knees meant I could massage between her legs a little. Just a little...
Complete silence as I dripped more oil onto the back of her thighs. Oil ran down the gap between her legs. I tentatively allowed my hands to follow the lead of the oil and... Wow! Mum opened her legs so I could get my hands down the insides of her thighs. I looked hard at the towel and realised I could see her bottom cleft! I worked my way up her inner thighs until I was almost at her buttocks.
“You can take the towel off Alan, do my cheeks for me...” Amazing! I pulled the towel off and took in the view of Mum's naked bottom.
“Stop staring, I know what you're doing! Get on with it, get that oil on there!” I didn't need any more encouragement and almost ejaculated as I put my hands onto the fleshy globes. This was fabulous. I enjoyed the sensation of my oily hands on her bum cheeks, then made sure that I used them to, hopefully, subtly move them apart. This had the effect of opening her bum crack a bit. I felt Mum relax her bottom muscles slightly, with a resigned sigh... she knew what I was up to! Great! I watched her legs open slowly too and, wonder of wonders, I pulled her cheeks open and feasted my eyes on... yes, her anus and her pussy slit!
“Oh gosh Alan... Rub me there, Yes, go ahead!”
“Wow thanks Mum!” and I rubbed her outer lips with my oiled-up hands. Mum opened further and my fingers went inside the lips. I was aware that her pussy had opened fully and now three of my fingers went right up inside her.
“Put your other hand underneath and rub my clit! Bring me off Alan!”
I knew about clits from boys at school and naughty books. Mum raised herself and I could put my other hand in place to finger her little hard bud, while I frigged her from behind!
“Oh God Alan. I'm going to cum... get up me. There are some Durex in the bottom drawer of the bedside cabinet. Get one on your penis!”
Fuck! I got the drawer open and saw a few Durex condoms in there. Mum turned over onto her back and opened wide. Her open pussy was fully on display. I took off my pants and Mum just said “Wow, Alan, that's nice!” as she saw my erection. I unfurled the Durex with trembling hands and sheathed my manhood (boyhood?). I was ready to lose my virginity.
“That's it... get up me!” she commanded. She held her pussy lips open. She was dripping wet with baby oil and I assume her own juices. I lay between those open thighs and my cock went straight up her to gasps of pleasure from both of us! Fan-bloody-tastic!
It didn't last long. Mum started thrashing about and groaning with pleasure and I shot off into the condom. It was a wonderful feeling. I was a man! I was elated. I couldn't really understand why my mother was letting me do this to her, but wasn't about to complain. “Mum that was wonderful! Thank you so much Mum!”
“It was my pleasure Alan. Believe me, I got a lot of enjoyment from it. Did you like seeing all my private places then?”
“Oh gosh yes Mum. I thought seeing your boobs was great, but seeing your... your... err..”
“My pussy! Call it my pussy,” she smiled, “I bet you did. Its a nice view isn't it?” and she lay back and spread herself fully open, pulling her pussy lips apart. I felt myself getting hard again as I stared at the unbelievable sight presented to me – both her holes fully on display, spread wide for my gaze, wet and sticky with her juices. I couldn't stop myself and just launched myself at licking her, my face plastered against her crotch and I licked and sucked as if my life depended on it.
“Hold on Alan. Let me get some enjoyment too. Get on here and lie on your back...” She got off the bed and I took her place. My cock was stirring as Mum climbed on me and straddled my face, dropping her wet pussy and anus right on my face, and squirming slightly as she rubbed her juice over me. My tongue went right up inside her. Then I felt a lovely new sensation on my cock as she licked the shaft and gently took just the head of it into her mouth. It was amazing! I was so hard again that I wondered if Mum could take much of my length, but needn't have worried as I felt her lips slide down my length and I was into her throat. Luscious! But I was also in a new world of wondrous tastes and smells.
The aroma from her holes was heady: a combination of sweat, heat, dampness and the musky smells of her sex. As I licked her flaps my nose was sliding into Mum's anus, which was dilating slightly as she rocked back and forward on me, clearly getting stimulation of her clitoris. I reached up and pulled those outer lips apart to get closer inside, and was able to tongue the entire length of her vagina. Then she moved forward slightly as if she was encouraging me to... to... well, I realised it! She wanted me to tongue her bum-hole! Wow! This seemed so wrong, but so erotic.. I went for it. Her small hole opened and I was able to ream her with my lips and tongue. Mum started producing vast amounts of lubrication that simply flooded out of her onto my face and then in turn it transferred onto her anus as she rolled over my face. My cock was still deep in her mouth and she sucked and teased with her lips. Then: “Alan, I've got to have you in me again!” No argument from me, I was ready all right!
Mum climbed off me and dived into the bedside cabinet. “Oh no, there are only a few Durex in there, you Dad will notice if we use another one... I know... Alan you can do me up the arse!”
“What Mum? Do you mean.. anal sex?” Boys at school had talked about this, we thought it was against the law. No one ever thought real people in real life ever actually did it. Surely it was too extreme. We couldn't imagine a married couple, certainly not any of our parents even contemplating such a thing. You have to remember that this was before Marlon Brando did it in “Last Tango In Paris”. That film had shocked a nation when it was released, and this was being suggested by my mother, when the subject was NOT talked about. At all!
“Yes I do! I read about it once in a pornographic book your Dad brought back from his travels. You'll have to be careful and make sure I can take your lovely cock inside my bottom, but in the book the woman clearly enjoyed it. And there's no fear of getting pregnant. It'll be nice and tight for you... Prepared to give it a try?”
“Crikey Yes, Mum, it sounds phenomenal.”
“OK I'll get on my hands and knees on the carpet and rest my arms on the bed. Pull my bottom cheeks apart for me. Good, now spread my juices really well into my bottom. That's it, get a couple of fingers in my pussy and get them nice and wet. Great, now put a finger in my bum. That's it, right in. Now another finger. Oooh. Oh! No, that's OK, bit tight! Carry on...”
“Its tight Mum, but I've got two fingers well inside you...”
“Right, are you hard enough?”
“God yes, my.. cock is like a stick!”
“Come up me then, Push against my hole. That's it, keep up the pressure. Relax a little as I push back...”
“Mum its opening. Oh wow, its going in...”
“Oh God! Oh my God! You're going right in. Oh fuck its gorgeous..”
“Wow Mum, oh wow. Its so tight and lovely! Oh crikey..” Yes it was really something. My cock deep inside my mother's anus, shafting her slowly and gently; enjoying the sensation of her colon and sphincter tight around my shaft. Blimey!” A minute or two passed and then...
“Diddle my clit Alan, quick...” I reached under her, found her open pussy and applied my fingers to her hard little button. “Oh shit that's fabulous! Oh … ohh... ohhhhhh!” and she began to thrash and buck with orgasm. It was enough for me and I pumped spunk deep up into her insides. It was a wonderful feeling of release as we almost threw ourselves together in a paroxysm of wonder... Incredible... Amazing...
“Oh Mum... Thank you so much. Oh Mum that was lovely. I can't believe it!”
“Good wasn't it? Your lovely long cock right up my insides was a revelation. I never knew anal sex could be so good. When you were inside me and then rubbed my clitoris it was like a firework going off. So lovely... I need to relax a bit now, wow I'm exhausted!” And I withdrew from her bottom and she got back onto the bed, laying back with her legs akimbo and I, once again, feasted my gaze on her open, wet, exposed crotch. Both holes fully accessible. Mum looking satiated and wanton.
“Mum, can I still feel you while you take it easy. Its so marvellous seeing you all open like that!”
“Of course. Be gentle, but feel away. Take your time and enjoy it. This must be great for you!”
“Oh Mum it is. Now I know what they mean when they say 'it blew my mind!'”
So for the next twenty minutes or so I explored Mum's body. I held her boobs, sucked the nipples, then got as close as possible to her vagina, pulling the lips apart gently as I peered inside. I gently ran a finger along the inner lips, dipping it inside a little and getting moisture. Then I returned to lightly licking all along her opening, including the clitoris. Then I remembered the sensation of tonguing her anal sphincter as she sat on my face, and so I indulged the depraved act of licking her there; feeling her open slightly and sighing with pleasure as my tongue went inside.
Eventually of course the pleasure had to come to an end. But Mum had one more treat for me. Still lying on her back, she reached underneath herself and pulled the oily towels up into a bunch in front of her spread crotch. “Hold my lips open for me Alan. That's good. Now watch...” and she began to pee onto the towels. The wee flowed out of the little hole under her clit, her vagina opened wide and I really couldn't believe what she was doing. For me! How wonderful!”
“That was naughty wasn't it?” She smiled, “I don't know what came over me!”
“Fabulous Mum. Yes, really naughty but I loved it....” A thought came into my head... “Err Mum?”
“Yes, my love?”
“Can I... err, would you mind if.. Err...”
“What Alan? Just ask, I won't mind, what do you want me to do now?”
“OK... here goes.. Could I wee now? Umm... Could I wee.. into you?”
“Oh my goodness. You mean, hold myself open and you aim your pee into me?”
“Yes Mum, can I?”
“Well after all we've done I don't see why not! OK, go ahead!” Fuck! Wow! She agreed! Mum did as promised and she lay there holding herself wide open. I positioned myself between her thighs and got ready to pee. I was semi-hard by this time so it took a while to get the flow going, but once it began I aimed it right at her open pussy. I knew there was a lot to come out and as I peed, I advanced on her and slid my cock into her, urine still flowing!
“Oh my God Alan! That is... that is.. crazy! It feels weird... but wonderful. Oh my goodness!”
She was right. My cock was getting harder and the pee was filling Mum's pussy as I shafted her gently, urine squishing inside her and leaking out onto the towels. Eventually I was empty of pee, but so hard that I pumped deep and fast into her.
“In my bottom Alan, don't come in my pussy!” Crikey, she was right, I could make her pregnant! Her bum-hole was still nice and slimy from my tongue action and so I changed holes and buggered her hard. She screamed with delight as I unloaded yet again. Then it really was all over. Now both of us were satiated.
“Mum, what now?” I asked.
“What do you mean my love?”
“Will we be doing this again? Please don't let this be the only time. It was so wonderful Mum, I can't imagine not being able to see you, feel you and have you again...”
“Oh lovey, don't you worry! I loved it too. We can have lots and lots of fun until your Dad gets back. Then we'll have to be more careful. You can still have me before he gets home from work, or when he's away. And you and I will have the school holidays and... well, yes, we can have a holiday together without your Dad when he has to work during school holiday times. And I can let you have sneaky feels and looks at my boobs and my privates at any time when he's not looking!”
And you know what? That's what happened! In the days before my father returned from Sweden, Mum performed a number of downright rude stripteases for me, always ending up completely naked and open-legged, before I shagged her mercilessly! She even bought a vibrator for me to use on her, and she developed a liking for sucking my cock. We also had lots of pee games, including me pissing into her anus then buggering her, and she would straddle me and wee onto my face. We had baths and showers together and sex outdoors in a wooded area nearby; Mum often went without underwear when we went out together and I would finger her on buses and trains. Life became very sweet indeed...
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So.... Being caught may well have been better! Who knows? A good fantasy though...
THE END
I went back into the house through the front door and no comment was made. I had got away with it! In truth I hadn't got away with much, but the adrenaline of the peeking was addictive. If I'd been a minute or two earlier, surely I'd have seen my Mum's breasts. Surely! So I fantasised about repeating the experience again.
It was sometime later that I had the opportunity for another peeking expedition. My Dad, who worked in the construction industry, had the opportunity to work on an exhibition project in Sweden and was away for a month. The layout of our house was that both the kitchen and our lounge were at the rear of the house. The lounge had French windows and the key to them was in a fruit bowl on our bookcase. Over the next few weeks I was able to peek at my mother a number of times. As in my story, I used to set the kitchen curtains so that there was a small gap for me to look through. As soon as my mother went in for her wash I would retrieve the key, open the French windows as quietly as possible, and climb onto the bench to watch her. I regularly got a view of her naked breasts which was wonderful. She had a good figure and her breasts were quite large. They sagged slightly, of course; unlike these days there was no chance they'd be full of rubber! No, Mum's boobs were natural and real, and visible to my prying eyes. I enjoyed the views while they lasted. I loved seeing her nipples and dreamt about them! I'd hoped to see her completely naked; I was extremely keen to see a woman's sexual parts. Nudie mags only had airbrushed shots, I was desperate to see the real thing. I never managed it, being stymied by the layout of the kitchen. I realised my Mum took off her knickers to wash herself “down there”, but the damned sink unit obscured my view. It was extremely frustrating knowing she had taken them off; I could see her bending down to pull on her pyjama bottoms after she'd finished her ablutions, but the longed-for view was never available. Curses!
Eventually the opportunity for more peeking came to an end. Dad returned from Sweden and the nights became lighter as summer approached. Looking back at all this I have to feel ashamed about what I did, but I also have a kind of admiration of myself for taking such chances and overcoming my nerves. Well I had the memories and the fantasies, and had got away with the viewing without being caught... But suppose I had been? This how it might (might!) have gone...
000ooo000
Would this be the night? Dad was still away in Sweden. Would this peek be the one where my mother moved aside or further back in the kitchen, so I could see her without her knickers? I retrieved the key and slipped out into the back garden. Mum would be getting undressed so I needed to be quick to get on the bench and focus my gaze through the little gap to ensure I didn't miss it. Yes, I was in time, Mum was undoing her blouse, unbuttoning it, opening it up so I could see her brassiere, nicely full as usual. Then the wonderful movement when she reached behind herself and unclasped the bra, pulling it off and exposing those full breasts and large nipples, ready for her to apply soapy sponging. I watched intently as she washed under her arms and then attended to her mammaries, enjoying immensely seeing her towelling them dry! Then I saw her move her hands down her sides and stoop as she removed her knickers. I stood on tiptoe... maybe this time I'd be able to see more? Maybe? Then...
Disaster! I was so intent on trying to get a more elevated position to look down, that I slipped and my face smacked against the window. Shit! Immediately Mum pulled the curtain aside, with one arm across her chest, hiding her breasts, and saw my shocked and scared face. I wasn't the only shocked one! Mum gasped and her mouth fell open. “Get indoors Alan...Now!” she shouted. Oh my God, what happens now? What will my Dad say when she tells him? Oh God!
I went back into the lounge. I stood there helpless and sheepish; Mum came in a minute later, dressed in her pyjamas and dressing gown.
“Well?”
“I'm sorry Mum...”
“Is that all you've got to say?”
“Mum... I'm so sorry Mum...”
“Sorry you got caught!”
“No... err...”
“You were spying on me! You knew I was getting washed. Yes?”
“Mum...”
“How could you? Your own mother! Go to bed! Go on. Now! I can't be with you at the moment. I'm so shocked at you!”
“Sorry Mum...”
So I went up to my room. My head was spinning. What would she do? If she tells my Dad he'll... Oh god I don't know … It'll be bad... I sat on my bed, in a trance... or a coma. I don't know how long I just sat there staring at the wall. I was brought back to reality with a knock on my bedroom door.
“Alan. It's Mum. Can I come in?”
“Yes Mum, of course.” She sat next to me on my bed.
“You know that what you did was wrong don't you?”
“I'm sorry Mum. Yes...”
“Its not that you wanted to see my breasts you know. That's not why I'm so hurt and cross. Its that you were spying on me. That shows a betrayal of trust. That was a sneaky and underhand thing to do!”
“Oh Mum I feel awful. It was a horrid thing I did. I'm so sorry...”
“You did want to see my breasts didn't you?”
“Yes Mum. I'm sorry...”
“Stop saying you're sorry. Did you see them? Well you must have I guess.”
“Yes Mum I did. It was what I wanted to do. I wanted to see real breasts. Yours are so lovely...”
“Well, thank you for the compliment! I suppose at your age you're thinking about sex and things all the time. Am I right?”
“... Well... er... yes.. I dream about it. Boys at school have magazines but they're only pictures...”
“And you want to see real ones. I suppose I get it. Its frustration isn't it?”
“Oh gosh yes Mum! All the time. I know I did wrong...”
Then she stood up, shrugged off her dressing gown and undid the buttons on her pyjama top and opened the front to expose her breasts to me, there in my bedroom. It was amazing!
“Well, there you are! That's what you wanted to see isn't it? Have a good look. No more sneaking peek through the window. And don't you ever think of doing it again, and not on anyone else's windows either! That's being a peeping Tom and its against the law. You understand?”
“Oh wow Mum, thank you! Yes I understand. I'll never do it again. You won't tell Dad will you?”
“No, I won't tell your Dad. I don't want your dead body on my conscience!” She smiled and began to button up.
“Mum... will you let me see them again sometimes?”
“We'll see. Just be satisfied with what you've just seen for now. Good night Alan...”
“Goodnight Mum...”
000ooo000
It was a few days later. Mum was washing herself in the kitchen as usual. I was trying not to think about it, but was fondly remembering her exposure in my bedroom that evening as I watched “News At Ten”. Then I heard the kitchen door open and Mum called out “Alan, come in here...”
I entered the kitchen to be confronted by Mum, fully dressed, leaning back against the sink unit and looking me straight in the eyes. “Shut the door behind you,” she commanded. I complied, wondering what was going on. “You wanted to see my breasts again didn't you? Well you can help me wash them. OK?”
“Oh wow Mum, yes please!”
“Take my blouse off for me then. That's it, undo the buttons. Gently! Try to stop your hands shaking!”
“Its hard Mum!”
“That's it. Help me off with it. Unzip my skirt. The zip's at the back! That's it. Pick it up and put it on the chair, along with my blouse.” Mum stood now in her bra and tights. I was getting a raging erection! “I'll take my tights off, I don't want you laddering them!” She pulled them down, unfurled them from her legs and I was now treated to a view of her in her black cotton full-backed knickers. “Undo my bra now Alan. Undoing the clasp will be good practice for you in the future...”
Wow! I stood behind her, taking in her perfume and the heat from her body and fumbled with the bra clasps. The bra itself was plain white and covered her boobs quite comprehensively, but gave very nice support. Having seen them already, briefly, I knew they were quite firm in any case. I would have loved to have cupped them from behind, but that would have been taking a liberty and I couldn't afford to scupper any chances I was getting. Eventually I got the bra undone and she turned to face me. “Lift it off then!” Oh gosh! I got hold of her shoulder straps and pulled the bra forward. Now her globes were once again on show for me.
“Mum, they are fabulous. They are really lovely!”
“Come on then, do whatever you want with them! Enjoy them!” What?
“Can I hold them?”
“Yes, go ahead!”
“Lick them?”
“Alan... just get on with it!”
And so I just bent and took each nipple into my mouth. They tasted salty and warm. As I licked them, my saliva shone on them as I rubbed my face in them and buried it between them as I luxuriated in their weight and their texture. Then I stood behind her and cupped them in my hands, just as I'd imagined earlier. I thought I was going to ejaculate with the pleasure of it, but managed to control myself. It was wonderful.
Eventually Mum said “I think you've pawed them enough now, Alan. Let's wash them now shall we?”
“Oh yes Mum. Great!”
And so, with her guidance, I filled the sink with hot water from the kettle and soaped her chest, paying particular attention to her nipples, which stood out hard as I worked on them. I decided to maximise the opportunity, hoping I could give Mum some pleasure in return (though I think she was actually enjoying my handiwork anyway) and so I moved behind her and began to massage her neck and shoulders with the soapy water and of course I cupped her properly and diddled her nipples with my thumbs! I'm pretty sure I heard a murmur of satisfaction from her. After a couple of minutes of this, she announced that it was time to rinse and dry her off with a towel. Then..
“OK Alan, that'll do. You can go now while I finish off. Thank you. Did you enjoy that?”
“Oh yes Mum thank you. Fabulous. Don't you want any more help then?”
“No Alan, I'll take care of my privates thank you. I think you've had enough pleasure for one evening. (Quietly) I know I have..”
“Pardon Mum?”
“Nothing. Off you pop now.”
And that was it. Another amazing evening with Mum. I was getting the impression that she was enjoying all this almost as much as I was....
000ooo000
I didn't have to wait long for another wonderful session with Mum. She'd been quiet for the evening after the wash fun, as if she was thinking something through. She kept looking in my direction and smiling. What was she thinking of? I found out the next day as I got home from school.
“Hello love. Good day?”
“It was OK. Double maths this morning was a bit of a trial...”
“Look... Umm, do you want to play with my boobs again... err.. now?”
“Oh blimey, yes Mum. Of course, anytime. Lovely!”
“I thought you'd say yes. Well, you know you massaged my neck and shoulders last night?”
“Yes...”
“Well it was really nice. You were very good at it. So I thought.. Well, would you like to give me a proper massage?”
“Yes of course Mum. What do you mean by proper?”
“A proper lying-down massage. Using baby oil. I thought I could lie down on my bed, I'll put towels down so the blanket doesn't get oily.” (This was before duvets...). “What do you think?”
“Sounds great. Do you want to do it now?”
“Oh yes! I'll get ready. Let's go upstairs. Errr... I think you should strip down to your pants, so you don't get your clothes all oily...”
“No problem, good idea Mum,” I smiled. We trooped upstairs and went into my parents room. Mum had already got it prepared. She obviously knew I'd agree! The coverlet had been removed and there were a number of bath sheets on the bed. There was a bottle of baby oil on the bedside cabinet.
“Undress me...”
I decided to make this as slow and sensuous as possible, for both of our pleasures. Mum was wearing a woollen dress which fastened up the back, which I slowly unbuttoned and let drop to the floor. Underneath she had a nice white nylon slip which I lifted up and over her head, exposing a very nice under-wired black bra, which, unlike her previous one, was low cut and allowed the tops of her breasts to show. But even nicer was the discovery that she wasn't wearing tights this time. No, this time she had stockings and suspenders!
“Mum, those are fabulous! Stockings and suspenders! Wow!”
“I thought you'd like them. I wore them for you. For you to take off for me!”
I had to adjust myself in my trousers. I had a huge erection. This was beyond amazing! Something fabulous was going to happen, I just knew! I knelt before her legs and let my hands caress her thighs, feeling the stockings and the little suspender tags holding them up. Then venturing to feel the skin between her stocking-tops and her... wow... her knickers. Her black lacy little panties!
“That's enough feeling me lovey... take them off me now love!”
I managed to undo the suspender clasps (blimey women's clothing can be complicated!) and rolled the stockings off her, as she stepped out of her shoes. Then I managed to undo and remove the belt itself.
“Undo my bra now love... That's it. Best if you strip down yourself now...”
I quickly got my kit off, just leaving my pants on as Mum had suggested. So now we were both in our knickers! I was admiring her breasts again as Mum picked up a small towel at the side of the bed and put it around her. Then she reached up under it and pulled her little black panties off. Then, making sure the towel covered her privates, she lay on her back on the bed. Her breasts moved slightly apart but were still magnificent as she lay there with her legs tightly together.
“Get plenty of baby oil on your hands then start on my shoulders. That's lovely, you have the touch!” I also had a raging hard-on! “Now move onto my tummy and my boobs. Gently! That's it. Get more oil on them, yes, squeeze it from the bottle. Fabulous. Oh wow that's lovely!”
Indeed it was! I had oil all over my hands as I went to work on her boobs. This was even nicer than soap and water. I teased the nipples and was gratified when they responded by firming up and getting erect – just like my cock! She was happy to let me put my face down and nuzzle her breasts as my hands explored her tummy and navel.
“Do my legs next Alan... Squirt the oil on them. That's it, start at my feet and work your way up...”
Crikey. She was keeping her legs together but that towel didn't come down very far. I knew she was naked under it. Was there a chance I'd get to see more? I forced the thought aside as I began massaging her shins, then her knees then onto her thighs. I was getting very close to nirvana and Mum seemed relaxed about my onward and upward path of discovery! I badly wanted to part her legs and gain access to her inner thighs, but she was showing no signs of movement. I was getting desperate to see more of her – the secret places - when she told me she was going to turn over and to stand back. Then she deftly held the towel in place while she rolled over, keeping the whole area hidden and resulting in her lying on her front, legs straight, breasts no longer on show, and the damned towel covering her bottom...
“Do my back now Alan. You're doing a great job.”
“Mum, I'm finding it hard you know...”
“Well, looking at your pants, I can see that – but you're clearly enjoying it aren't you?”
“Well, yes... But...”
“No buts. Just be patient and put more oil on me.” Be patient? Did that mean there was hope? Would I be able to see her privates? Mum spread her arms forward and I went back to my massage, getting oil down her back and using my hands down to the towel, then running them down her sides and caressing her breasts from the side. That was nice and she seemed to like it. “You can do my feet and the backs of my legs next please...”
That was better; standing next to her legs and feet I was below the towel level and hoping for a chance to see up it. I began with a foot, she allowed me to bend her lower leg up from the knee and I put lots of oil on her sole and worked away. Mum was sighing with pleasure as I transferred attention to the other foot. Then I applied the oil to her calves and noticed that she just slightly moved her knees a little apart. Only and inch, but it was something! Full of hope I began to oil her thighs. She had her legs flat out now, but the slight parting of her knees meant I could massage between her legs a little. Just a little...
Complete silence as I dripped more oil onto the back of her thighs. Oil ran down the gap between her legs. I tentatively allowed my hands to follow the lead of the oil and... Wow! Mum opened her legs so I could get my hands down the insides of her thighs. I looked hard at the towel and realised I could see her bottom cleft! I worked my way up her inner thighs until I was almost at her buttocks.
“You can take the towel off Alan, do my cheeks for me...” Amazing! I pulled the towel off and took in the view of Mum's naked bottom.
“Stop staring, I know what you're doing! Get on with it, get that oil on there!” I didn't need any more encouragement and almost ejaculated as I put my hands onto the fleshy globes. This was fabulous. I enjoyed the sensation of my oily hands on her bum cheeks, then made sure that I used them to, hopefully, subtly move them apart. This had the effect of opening her bum crack a bit. I felt Mum relax her bottom muscles slightly, with a resigned sigh... she knew what I was up to! Great! I watched her legs open slowly too and, wonder of wonders, I pulled her cheeks open and feasted my eyes on... yes, her anus and her pussy slit!
“Oh gosh Alan... Rub me there, Yes, go ahead!”
“Wow thanks Mum!” and I rubbed her outer lips with my oiled-up hands. Mum opened further and my fingers went inside the lips. I was aware that her pussy had opened fully and now three of my fingers went right up inside her.
“Put your other hand underneath and rub my clit! Bring me off Alan!”
I knew about clits from boys at school and naughty books. Mum raised herself and I could put my other hand in place to finger her little hard bud, while I frigged her from behind!
“Oh God Alan. I'm going to cum... get up me. There are some Durex in the bottom drawer of the bedside cabinet. Get one on your penis!”
Fuck! I got the drawer open and saw a few Durex condoms in there. Mum turned over onto her back and opened wide. Her open pussy was fully on display. I took off my pants and Mum just said “Wow, Alan, that's nice!” as she saw my erection. I unfurled the Durex with trembling hands and sheathed my manhood (boyhood?). I was ready to lose my virginity.
“That's it... get up me!” she commanded. She held her pussy lips open. She was dripping wet with baby oil and I assume her own juices. I lay between those open thighs and my cock went straight up her to gasps of pleasure from both of us! Fan-bloody-tastic!
It didn't last long. Mum started thrashing about and groaning with pleasure and I shot off into the condom. It was a wonderful feeling. I was a man! I was elated. I couldn't really understand why my mother was letting me do this to her, but wasn't about to complain. “Mum that was wonderful! Thank you so much Mum!”
“It was my pleasure Alan. Believe me, I got a lot of enjoyment from it. Did you like seeing all my private places then?”
“Oh gosh yes Mum. I thought seeing your boobs was great, but seeing your... your... err..”
“My pussy! Call it my pussy,” she smiled, “I bet you did. Its a nice view isn't it?” and she lay back and spread herself fully open, pulling her pussy lips apart. I felt myself getting hard again as I stared at the unbelievable sight presented to me – both her holes fully on display, spread wide for my gaze, wet and sticky with her juices. I couldn't stop myself and just launched myself at licking her, my face plastered against her crotch and I licked and sucked as if my life depended on it.
“Hold on Alan. Let me get some enjoyment too. Get on here and lie on your back...” She got off the bed and I took her place. My cock was stirring as Mum climbed on me and straddled my face, dropping her wet pussy and anus right on my face, and squirming slightly as she rubbed her juice over me. My tongue went right up inside her. Then I felt a lovely new sensation on my cock as she licked the shaft and gently took just the head of it into her mouth. It was amazing! I was so hard again that I wondered if Mum could take much of my length, but needn't have worried as I felt her lips slide down my length and I was into her throat. Luscious! But I was also in a new world of wondrous tastes and smells.
The aroma from her holes was heady: a combination of sweat, heat, dampness and the musky smells of her sex. As I licked her flaps my nose was sliding into Mum's anus, which was dilating slightly as she rocked back and forward on me, clearly getting stimulation of her clitoris. I reached up and pulled those outer lips apart to get closer inside, and was able to tongue the entire length of her vagina. Then she moved forward slightly as if she was encouraging me to... to... well, I realised it! She wanted me to tongue her bum-hole! Wow! This seemed so wrong, but so erotic.. I went for it. Her small hole opened and I was able to ream her with my lips and tongue. Mum started producing vast amounts of lubrication that simply flooded out of her onto my face and then in turn it transferred onto her anus as she rolled over my face. My cock was still deep in her mouth and she sucked and teased with her lips. Then: “Alan, I've got to have you in me again!” No argument from me, I was ready all right!
Mum climbed off me and dived into the bedside cabinet. “Oh no, there are only a few Durex in there, you Dad will notice if we use another one... I know... Alan you can do me up the arse!”
“What Mum? Do you mean.. anal sex?” Boys at school had talked about this, we thought it was against the law. No one ever thought real people in real life ever actually did it. Surely it was too extreme. We couldn't imagine a married couple, certainly not any of our parents even contemplating such a thing. You have to remember that this was before Marlon Brando did it in “Last Tango In Paris”. That film had shocked a nation when it was released, and this was being suggested by my mother, when the subject was NOT talked about. At all!
“Yes I do! I read about it once in a pornographic book your Dad brought back from his travels. You'll have to be careful and make sure I can take your lovely cock inside my bottom, but in the book the woman clearly enjoyed it. And there's no fear of getting pregnant. It'll be nice and tight for you... Prepared to give it a try?”
“Crikey Yes, Mum, it sounds phenomenal.”
“OK I'll get on my hands and knees on the carpet and rest my arms on the bed. Pull my bottom cheeks apart for me. Good, now spread my juices really well into my bottom. That's it, get a couple of fingers in my pussy and get them nice and wet. Great, now put a finger in my bum. That's it, right in. Now another finger. Oooh. Oh! No, that's OK, bit tight! Carry on...”
“Its tight Mum, but I've got two fingers well inside you...”
“Right, are you hard enough?”
“God yes, my.. cock is like a stick!”
“Come up me then, Push against my hole. That's it, keep up the pressure. Relax a little as I push back...”
“Mum its opening. Oh wow, its going in...”
“Oh God! Oh my God! You're going right in. Oh fuck its gorgeous..”
“Wow Mum, oh wow. Its so tight and lovely! Oh crikey..” Yes it was really something. My cock deep inside my mother's anus, shafting her slowly and gently; enjoying the sensation of her colon and sphincter tight around my shaft. Blimey!” A minute or two passed and then...
“Diddle my clit Alan, quick...” I reached under her, found her open pussy and applied my fingers to her hard little button. “Oh shit that's fabulous! Oh … ohh... ohhhhhh!” and she began to thrash and buck with orgasm. It was enough for me and I pumped spunk deep up into her insides. It was a wonderful feeling of release as we almost threw ourselves together in a paroxysm of wonder... Incredible... Amazing...
“Oh Mum... Thank you so much. Oh Mum that was lovely. I can't believe it!”
“Good wasn't it? Your lovely long cock right up my insides was a revelation. I never knew anal sex could be so good. When you were inside me and then rubbed my clitoris it was like a firework going off. So lovely... I need to relax a bit now, wow I'm exhausted!” And I withdrew from her bottom and she got back onto the bed, laying back with her legs akimbo and I, once again, feasted my gaze on her open, wet, exposed crotch. Both holes fully accessible. Mum looking satiated and wanton.
“Mum, can I still feel you while you take it easy. Its so marvellous seeing you all open like that!”
“Of course. Be gentle, but feel away. Take your time and enjoy it. This must be great for you!”
“Oh Mum it is. Now I know what they mean when they say 'it blew my mind!'”
So for the next twenty minutes or so I explored Mum's body. I held her boobs, sucked the nipples, then got as close as possible to her vagina, pulling the lips apart gently as I peered inside. I gently ran a finger along the inner lips, dipping it inside a little and getting moisture. Then I returned to lightly licking all along her opening, including the clitoris. Then I remembered the sensation of tonguing her anal sphincter as she sat on my face, and so I indulged the depraved act of licking her there; feeling her open slightly and sighing with pleasure as my tongue went inside.
Eventually of course the pleasure had to come to an end. But Mum had one more treat for me. Still lying on her back, she reached underneath herself and pulled the oily towels up into a bunch in front of her spread crotch. “Hold my lips open for me Alan. That's good. Now watch...” and she began to pee onto the towels. The wee flowed out of the little hole under her clit, her vagina opened wide and I really couldn't believe what she was doing. For me! How wonderful!”
“That was naughty wasn't it?” She smiled, “I don't know what came over me!”
“Fabulous Mum. Yes, really naughty but I loved it....” A thought came into my head... “Err Mum?”
“Yes, my love?”
“Can I... err, would you mind if.. Err...”
“What Alan? Just ask, I won't mind, what do you want me to do now?”
“OK... here goes.. Could I wee now? Umm... Could I wee.. into you?”
“Oh my goodness. You mean, hold myself open and you aim your pee into me?”
“Yes Mum, can I?”
“Well after all we've done I don't see why not! OK, go ahead!” Fuck! Wow! She agreed! Mum did as promised and she lay there holding herself wide open. I positioned myself between her thighs and got ready to pee. I was semi-hard by this time so it took a while to get the flow going, but once it began I aimed it right at her open pussy. I knew there was a lot to come out and as I peed, I advanced on her and slid my cock into her, urine still flowing!
“Oh my God Alan! That is... that is.. crazy! It feels weird... but wonderful. Oh my goodness!”
She was right. My cock was getting harder and the pee was filling Mum's pussy as I shafted her gently, urine squishing inside her and leaking out onto the towels. Eventually I was empty of pee, but so hard that I pumped deep and fast into her.
“In my bottom Alan, don't come in my pussy!” Crikey, she was right, I could make her pregnant! Her bum-hole was still nice and slimy from my tongue action and so I changed holes and buggered her hard. She screamed with delight as I unloaded yet again. Then it really was all over. Now both of us were satiated.
“Mum, what now?” I asked.
“What do you mean my love?”
“Will we be doing this again? Please don't let this be the only time. It was so wonderful Mum, I can't imagine not being able to see you, feel you and have you again...”
“Oh lovey, don't you worry! I loved it too. We can have lots and lots of fun until your Dad gets back. Then we'll have to be more careful. You can still have me before he gets home from work, or when he's away. And you and I will have the school holidays and... well, yes, we can have a holiday together without your Dad when he has to work during school holiday times. And I can let you have sneaky feels and looks at my boobs and my privates at any time when he's not looking!”
And you know what? That's what happened! In the days before my father returned from Sweden, Mum performed a number of downright rude stripteases for me, always ending up completely naked and open-legged, before I shagged her mercilessly! She even bought a vibrator for me to use on her, and she developed a liking for sucking my cock. We also had lots of pee games, including me pissing into her anus then buggering her, and she would straddle me and wee onto my face. We had baths and showers together and sex outdoors in a wooded area nearby; Mum often went without underwear when we went out together and I would finger her on buses and trains. Life became very sweet indeed...
000ooo000
So.... Being caught may well have been better! Who knows? A good fantasy though...
THE END
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