A trip With Mum

My first family experience happened in the late 70’s. I had just turned 18 and I considered myself a normal teenage k**. I was not into school and was very glad it was the school holidays.

Mum told me she wanted me to go with her to her bestfriend’s daughters wedding in a few weeks time. My Aunt and Uncle in Fort William in Scotland. That was a good nine hours from our house in North Wales.

I was glad to go with mum as there could be some nice girls at the wedding. I should probably tell you a bit about myself. I was a shy and equally horny f******n year old teenager. I started wanking at ***********. I usually masturbated once or twice every day. Sometimes more! I just couldn’t get enough. Since I was always a very “sensual” person, I keep finding myself in the most unusual situations. I guess I put out some sort of vibe or something. This summer would prove to be no different!

Just about every erotic thing eventually crosses your mind when you play with yourself as often as I did. I had many fantasy's about my mum. We were very close for a mum and son, as it was just use two at home. My farther had left mum when I was only five.

I suppose most people would probably find my mum sexy, she had nice big 38D breasts. Even though I am her son I can tell you that she has just about the best legs that I have ever seen. Then, now, or since.

She always worked, as that was our only income. On hot summer days when I was feeling especially horny I would lie down on the floor to watch TV and wait for her to get home. She always wore a skirt or some sort of business suit with a skirt to work. The best part was back then most women wore stockings and suspenders. So there I would wait, watching my favorite program till she got home from work. She would get home and I would always get a treat as she went through her “routine.”

First, the shoes would get kicked off. Then she would sit on the sofa to relax reading the paper. I was conveniently positioned in front of the TV and across from her favorite seat on the sofa. I had to be careful but by alternating glances between my TV show and my mum I got some of the best “leg shows” that I have ever had even to this point in my life. I can so remember how gorgeous her legs would look in those dark shiney stockings. If I was patient enough I could usually get a glimpse up her skirt and I remember that I would always get such an erection as soon as I got a look at the creamy white of her thighs above the stocking top.

I also remember that on wash day she would hang her stockings, suspenders and such, all around the bathroom or kitchen to dry. I would usually spend time touching all her feminine things. Just the smell of those garments got me hard. I remember that I would come twice as hard as normal whenever I wanked off while touching her things. No wonder I was so horny all of the time!

Mum and I never did anything wrong, but the trip To Aunt sue’s was about to change our life forever!

A week before the trip I found myself home alone and it was about an hour before mum was supposed to get home. I had already wanked off twice since I had gotten up that day but was already again feeling the need. I wanted a bit of extra stimulation so I headed down to the kitchen where mum had hung her things to dry after the wash. As I was home alone and it was still fairly early I was nude except for my T-shirt.

I was at full erection by the time I hit the kitchen. I had been told that by most of the girls and (and boys) who had seen it, that I had some cock. I had a full 6 3/4” but in reality it was probably more like 7. At full mast it sure seemed huge to me, as I was quite small in size. My stomach was flat and looking back now I am sure that made it seem much bigger.

I found the bathroom to be a wonderland. Lingerie hung from three separate clothes lines that were strung from one end of the room to the other. As I entered the bathroom I pulled off my T-shirt and dropped it to the floor. The added stimulation of being nude among all of Mum's underwear added to my excitement and I was now as hard as a rock. I knew my Mum would kill me if she ever caught me doing this. When I was this hard my young teenage cock would stand straight out at attention.

I had to duck under the three rows of Mum's sexy underwear. As I ducked under the hanging clothes, the garments brushed against my body and sent shivers up my spine. My cock was throbbing and I hadn’t even touched it yet! I stopped to feel the sexy material of my Mum’s stockings. I started to stroke my cock as I felt several of the stockings and other undergarments. The smell of them drove me crazy. There was something so sexual about them even though they were the everyday things that she wore.

I took down one of the stockings and began to rub it against my now very hard f******n year old cock. I was in heaven. I leaned against the wall and placed the stocking over my cock and began to stroke. I always fantasized while I did this and alternated between closed eyes and looking at my cock while I stroked it through Mum’s stocking. As I got closer to cumming I realized that there was a blanket on the towel next to the bath. It was down there to be washed. I lay down on the towel, leaned against the edge of the bath and began to wank my cock.

There I was totally naked except for Mum’s nylon stocking that was now d****d over my raging young hard-on. I didn’t care that my pre-cum was now all over the inside of the freshly washed stocking. I was mostly on my back and I was stroking my cock very gently from base to head with my left hand. At the same time I was using my right hand to very gently trace my fingers over my balls. The combination was amazzing.

I was at it for about ten minutes when I heard it!

She cleared her throat and I froze. Mum was standing under the hanging clothes and no more than three feet away from me. When I heard the sound my eyes flashed open and immediately locked onto hers. There was no doubt that she had been watching me. For how long I have absolutely no idea. I looked away in shame and just froze there with both of my hands trying to cover my young hard-on. Unfortunately, tangled in my hands and d****d across my chest was her stocking!!

I didn’t know what to do, I just froze. I thought of taking the towel that I was lying on and trying to cover myself but I know that I would first have to fully expose myself to get it out from under me. I just froze. As soon as our eyes met, I saw that she had the washbasket in her hand. I squinted my eyes and watched her putting clothes in it. She seemed to not even know I was there. Here I was lying less that three feet from her, completely naked except for HER stocking and she was doing the laundry as if nothing else was going on. My cock began to shrink a bit due to my embarrassment and I just lay there like a statue waiting for her to finish what she was doing. It only took a minute or two but I thought I was going through my entire lifetime!! I thought that she was probably as embarrassed as I was and that she would leave as soon as she finished loading the washbasket. I looked and saw her doing something I could not believe.

She turned and sat down in her toilet directly across from me, took out a cigarette, and look directly at me as she lit it up. I must have had three separate squadrons of butterfly’s in my stomach. I was embarrassed, scared, and amazed. I opened my eyes a bit more and noticed that Mum was still wearing her work clothes. She was also looking directly at my semi hard-on.

Her almost whispered. “That looks like it must feel pretty good darling.” I couldn’t believe my ears. My Mum was very conservative. I couldn’t believe she just said that to me. I also couldn’t believe the effect her words had on me. My teenage cock began to instantly become harder and was now popping out from between my hands.

As she spoke I opened my eyes completely and looked directly at her. However, she was not looking into mine. Her eyes were focused directly on my stocking clad young cock. As she smoked her cigarette they roamed freely up to my chest and down to my legs, but then right back to my hard cock. She had a strange sort of serious look on her face that I had not seen before.

I took the opportunity to let my eyes roam as well. She was sitting there in a black pleated skirt and white blouse that she had worn to work that day. I glanced down and saw what had been the object of my fantasy not 15 minutes earlier. Her legs were crossed and looked awesome in the black nylon stockings and heels that she was wearing. As I looked up and down her fantastic legs my young cock began to throb as if a string attached it to her ankle, as she wiggled it back and forth. Then she did something that I had never seen her do before. As she put out the cigarette she was smoking, she lit another one.

She crossed her legs the other way and her skirt raised up a bit. It was still a modest three inches above her knee, but hell, I could have cum just from looking at her great legs.
I looked into her eyes again and I could not figure out the expression on her face. She did not look mad. She looked almost detached. She was definitely staring at my hard young cock.

As she started to bob her crossed leg up and down I began to get brave. I took my right hand away from my cock and placed it onto my stomach. Her eyes followed my hand and then went right back to my hard cock, which was now almost completely exposed except that I was holding onto it with my left hand.

My erotic desire made me very brave. I began to stroke my cock in plain view of my mother!

She just sat there smoking her cigarette in silence and took in every movement. She seemed to be drinking in the scene. She never said a word.
I took this as a sign and I began to stroke my hatd cock with complete abandon.

The angle I was at allowed her a complete view of my naked body. I began to stroke my cock very slowly with my right hand and began to stroke from my stomach down to my thigh with my left, squeezing my thigh and balls briefly, and then back to my stomach. All the while she watched in silence as I looked her legs over and stroked myself with her stocking.

"I had never been so turned on in my life."

I decided to go for it and I bent my knees and parted my legs. In this position I could lift my arse off the towel and I allowed my right hand to go all the way down to my balls. I wanked off faster and faster while she sat there and watched. I felt as though I was in a frenzy. I was stroking harder and harder and caressing myself all over when she put out her cigarette and stood up. I was praying she wouldn’t leave at least before I orgasmed, as having my Mother watching me had me more excited than I have ever been before in my life.

She walked over so she was only about 10 inches away from me. She kicked off her shoes and lifted her skirt to mid thigh while I lay there looking at her and stroking my hard cock. She unhooked each of her suspender clips and slowly pulled off each stocking and threw them into the sink. In all of the time that I had been sneaking peeks at Mum’s legs I had never seen her put on or take off her stockings before. She bent down to pick up her shoes, turned slightly and patted me on the stomach, on top of her stocking that was still d****d around my cock and across my stomach and said “make sure you put that into the sink with the others when you are finished darling" With that she smiled, turned and left the bathroom.

It only took me about a minute to finish. I just wish she were still there to see it. When I came it actually shot over my head! With splatters across my chest.

Of course I immediately became embarrassed because of what just happened. (Little did I know that this was only the beginning)

I cleaned myself off and put Mums stocking in the sink under the two that she had just placed there. It was silly to try to hide all of the cum that was now coating it. I put my T-shirt back on, grabbed a towel and wrap around myself and headed down the stairs.

When I got to the kitchen Mum was making dinner. I walked quickly passed her, I was nervous and embarrassed. Seems that once I shot my load of cum I was no longer brave in front of my Mum. I still seemed surreal that a few minutes earlier Mum was just sitting there watching me wank off. I grabbed a drink and headed back upstairs to my bedroom. I did not make eye contact with her. By the time I got to my bedroom I was already hard again. I cannot explain why, but there seemed to be some sort of electricity running through me. Never had I been so turned on or cum so hard before.

I dropped the towel and admired my hard young cock in the mirror. It stood straight out and began to gently throb. I decided to wank off again before dinner. I was small for my age, 14. I loved the way that my cock looked in the mirror. As I began to stroke myself and watched in the mirror, I imagined that I was watching Mum's hand stroking me.

I got turned on as I watched “the hand in the mirror” stroke my hard cock from the base to just under the swollen head. I then rhythmically reached down and squeezed my balls, before returning to my cock to repeat the process again.

As I watched in the mirror the butterflies returned to my stomach as I kept flashing back to the look on Mums face, and her legs, as I was now seeing the same thing that she had been watching earlier. My young f******n year old cock looked huge standing at attention like that. I had developed early and I had a good hard cock, that I had been wanking for about a year. I watched the fantasy hand continue it’s stroking and caressing in the mirror and I became even harder. In my mind I kept flashing to the look on Mums face.

Just when it was getting really good there was a knock on my bedroom door. It was Mum on her way to the bathroom, announcing that dinner was ready. I stammered some answer and then threw on some clothes and went out to dinner.

I got to the table and sat down. Mum was placing food on the table and I was too embarrassed about what had happened earlier to look her directly in the eye. I did glance up and the look on her face and I could see that she did not look upset. I still felt very funny as I kept having memory flashes of what had happened between us only a short while before.

Mum sat down at the table and the normal dinnertime banter began. I almost choked on my food when Mum casually said “thanks for helping me with the wash earlier.” I thought I would die! I finished my food and took off to my bedroom as soon as I could.

Although I usually sat and watched TV with Mum during the evening tonight I just stayed in my bedroom. About 10:00 there was a knock at my door and Mum came in and asked if she could talk with me. She said she could tell that I wasn’t myself and that it wasn’t necessary. Mum explained that what I was doing was very natural for a young boy of my age.

I said, “I can’t believe that I did that. I feel really embarrassed.” She comforted me and said that there was no need for me to feel that way. Mum told me that as she has worked in a library for a few years, that she has read about almost everything that could happen sexually between two people. Besides “that was a very interesting break for an otherwise very boring day” As she said those words I felt a butterfly twitter!

After Mum told me all this I was able to relax around her. I spent the evening watching a few shows on TV with her and everything seemed perfectly normal. The next few weeks were pretty normal and uneventful. There was no mention about what happened. Other than Mum catching me stealing an occasional glance at her stocking clad legs, nothing new happened.

I was grateful for this because in a few days we were going to be taking the trip to Aunt Joanne’s for the wedding. I wanted everything to be good for Mum!

The day finally arrived. The long awaited trip to Scotland and my cousin Jo’s wedding. Mum got me up at 6:30 so we could have breakfast before we left.

I decided to wait till after breakfast to take my shower so after brushing my teeth I threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and headed to the kitchen. Mum came over to the table and I noticed that she was still wearing her dressing gown. It was a grey dressing gown that came to just below the knee. Sine my favorite pastime of late was sneaking looks at Mum I snuck a peek as she bent slightly to set the food on the table. Nothing! I was hoping to catch a glimpse of her nice big tits as she leaned down. She had the robe tied tights around her waist. She did have a sexy bust though! I loved how the exposed area above the “V” of her robe looked. It looked so soft! I especially loved how the texture of her skin going up her neck. I often imagined kissing her there. When I was really feeling horny and nasty I imagined wanking off and shooting my cum right there on her neck. That thought had brought me to orgasm on more than one occasion!

With Mum being only 31 she sure did look good. Her stomach was still flat and her waist was tiny. She had these wide hips that made me horny every time I noticed her in something tight fitting. As she walked back to the sink I watched and noticed how the dressing gown fitted her extra tight in the “back.”

Mum turned back to the cooker to get the rest of the bacon and as she returned to the table my eyes almost fell out of my head! For some reason she no longer had her dressing gown tied. It was wide open and all that she had on underneath was a sheer, thigh high nightie that was very transparent. My eyes bulged, my mouth fell open, I quickly looked her up and down and then I looked up to her face. She was looking right at me. Embarrassed, I averted my eyes down to my plate of food.

I noticed when I looked at her that she did not seem to mind that I had just been looking her body up and down. She sat next to me at the table and chatted casually as if unaware that her f******n year old son was lusting after her.

(I should probably explain. Mum and myself had seen eachother naked many times before around the house. Mum was very open with me about things. I could remember that we used to have bath's together untill Mum thought I was starting to change into a young teenager).

As we sat together at the table I could not help myself from looking her over. She sat there chatting away as though everything that was happening had happened a thousand times before. The more she chatted away, the more I looked.

The tabletop we had was made of glass. I could see her from head to toe. Within a minute of stealing looks at her my young cock was hard as a rock. Unfortunately for the moment I had only thrown on shorts and not underpants, so my cock was tenting out in a big way. I had to pull my tee shirt down to try to cover it as best as I could.

Mum was sitting there with her dressing gown wide open. Her body was sexy. Most boys my age liked girls with big boobs. She was sitting with her legs crossed and her nightie was about four inches above her thigh. But that didn’t matter. The material was thin and it just clung to her. I could see her body perfectly under the material. She started to “bob” her leg up and down as she talked about the trip and I almost came right there, just from looking!

And her tits! I could see them perfectly through the material of her nightie. If I wasn’t so hard I would have bolted for my bedroom because on my own there was just no way that I could stop from looking. She looked amazzing. Mum's nipples were huge. And right now they were hard as rocks. The nipple itself stuck straight out! Better than that was the area around the nipple. It looked like she had goose bumps around her nipples!

Although my Mum was blessed with fantastic legs, her best feature as I saw it right at the moment was her big 38D breasts.

Milk. Huh? Milk, I said “will you get me the milk from the fridge please”. Everything went dark. I was instantly panicked. There was no way I could get up from the table without her seeing my raging hard on. I couldn’t think of what to say. Just then she crossed her legs the other way. Her nightie rode up a few more inches and I got even harder than I already was, if that were possible.

I decided to play it cool and try to walk sideways to the fridge and back. Of course it didn’t work very well. When I got back to the table with the milk I came to her side and as she was reaching for the milk I heard her say “oh my”! I had been looking away, as though that would hide me better, but it apparently had not worked. She touched my hand and said, “it looks like you’re having a bit of a difficulty there Mark.” As I looked at her I followed her gaze down to my rock hard cock that had my shorts bulging out. I started to stammer and stutter and got all nervous and she touched my hand again. As she sort of giggled she told me to sit down.

I took my place at the table and sort of looked at her out of the corner of my eye. She had uncrossed her legs and turned her chair to face me. Now her legs and the cause of my hard cock were out from under the table and in total view.
I was doomed. Mum asked me what had got me so aroused. I muttered the cry of the trapped “I dun know.” As she began explaining to me that I shouldn’t be so embarrassed she reached out and touched my arm as if to comfort me. What she didn’t realize was that as she leaned slightly forward I could see down the top of her nightie and could even see part of her nipple. There was no hope for me now.

She told me that she was my Mum and that she understood the urges of a young teenage boy. She said I was lucky because some Mums are uptight about sexuality but she understood perfectly. She said that she actually wanted to thank me for the other day in the bathroom because I had reminded her of something that she had long forgotten. I asked her what she meant but she just said that when I was a bit older I would understand.

As hard as I tried I could not help but steal peeks at her. Here she was trying to comfort me and I felt like a total pervert for trying to steal a look down the top of her nightie. And her legs, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

“What is it that has you so aroused darling”? She asked. “It’s O.K., you can tell me. “No one will know’.

As I was trying to stammer out some sort of answer, but really just mumbling, she caught me eyes on her legs. She looked down at her own legs and then again into my eyes and I immediately turned bright red. “Are you looking at my body”? She asked. The red went to crimson. I was caught. I thought all hell was going to break loose but instead she smiled and sort of laughed and then asked me “Is looking at me making you hard like that? Oh God. If it were possible to disappear I would have done so right on the spot.

I looked down and couldn’t help stealing one more sideways glance at her legs. Her nightie was now at the top of her thigh and her legs looked perfect. I loved to see them when she had them crossed but right now as she sat there with her legs slightly parted at the knee she looked better than I had ever seen her before.

She squeezed my arm and asked the question again but went right on talking without waiting for my answer. “Of course if you are aroused by looking at me that’s O.K”. “I am a woman and you are a healthy young man, and of course we do love each other but you have had girlfriends, and, … and, … all the girls at school are so young and pretty. I am sure you would rather look at them than at me”. I sat there in silence and with my hands in my lap. I was trying to hide my hard cock from her view but in truth I was getting even harder from the friction of having my hands touch my cock through the thin material of my shorts. By this point I was so turned on that it seemed to be alive and it was throbbing and pushing back against the side of my hand.

She looked me in the eye and asked a third time. “Are you excited like that from looking at me”? I knew I had to answer her. “But Mum, I said, you look much nicer than any of the girls in my school.” She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. Like she was trying to figure something out. She looked at me and then she looked down at her own legs. I followed her gaze. She looked back up and then she smiled. Then she looked at my lap and realized that I was trying to cover myself. She smiled again and then reached out and took hold of me hand. “There is no need to hide yourself”. “Especially after what happened in the bathroom the other day.” “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before”.

As she spoke she pulled my hands back so that my erection was in full view, straining against my shorts. “Oh, dear, you are certainly going to make some girl very happy with that!” she said as she allowed her eyes to freely take in the bulge in my shorts.

“Actually, I am quite honored that you would look at me that way”. “I thought the time had passed long a long time ago when a handsome young man like you would be interested in looking at my body”. “The girls these days are so pretty, and they walk around half naked all of the time.” “Did I really make you get hard like that Mark”?

I was so turned on I almost just started wanking myself off right then and there. Mum, you’re so pretty. I didn’t mean to … I tried not to look … but …. As I tried to explain I noticed that she had crossed her legs again and in so doing she let her nightie ride up another inch or so up her thigh. I was looking and imagining touching her there and I guess I got lost in my thoughts because I didn’t hear her say my name until she repeated it the second time.

“Mark, what part of my body do you like to look at? Do you like looking at my legs? All I could answer was “I don’t know”… I felt pretty ackward. Mum stood up and took her dressing gown off. Her nightie was so sheer, I could see her small knickers she had on. As she turned to throw her dressing gown over the other chair the light from the window behind her made it possible for me to completely see her tits. I reached down and gave my cock a squeeze. I couldn’t help it.

Mum sat back down and leaning back in the chair, she stretched her legs out towards me and crossed her feet at the ankles. “You must know if you like to look at them or not” she said as she raised the hem of the nightie till it rested at her knicker line.

“Well” “Do you or don’t you? She asked.” I just stared at her legs. My eyes wandered from her knees to the top of her thighs, and back, over and over again. I would look up at her breasts and back to her firm, milky white thighs. God she was so sexy! I think I was occasionally giving myself a squeeze but I am not sure.

“Mark”, she began, If you enjoy looking at me I do not have a problem with that as long as it stays personal, you know, between you and me. You must promise NEVER to tell anyone, Do you understand? I nodded my approval.

I am really quite flattered that you think I am pretty, and I am your mother after all. I suppose it is better that you are looking at me if you want to, than some dirty porn magazine. I really don’t mind darling. I enjoyed seeing you in the bathroom the other day as well. Do you do that very often? She asked. “What”? I couldn’t talk freely.

Play with yourself. You know … make yourself cum. How often do you do that? I answered the only words that I still remembered. I - don’t - know Mum. “Well” she started. Do you do it every day? I looked up into her eyes and nodded yes, then let my eyes slowly move back down. I lingered on her breasts, and then looked down, her knickers coverd her pussy and then at her thighs. I rubbed my cock a few times right out in the open. I didn’t even try to hide the fact.

Well darling I just might wear more comfortable things around the house if that is what you want? As she spoke, she uncrossed her ankles and keeping one leg straight she bent the other at the knee and planted her foot firmly on the floor. This gave me a clear view all the way up her legs, and I saw her knicker. She lifted the nightie up in the air fully exposing her knickers and then she let it settle down about mid-thigh. Do you want me to? She asked again.

Oh yes Mum.! I think that would be great. I think you are so pretty and sexy and I would love to look at you. As I spoke I was looking from her big tits to her face and then to her legs, and I was openly stroking my hard cock. All pretense was lost.

O.K. then it’s a deal. As long as this stay’s between us, and as long as you promise to let me know if you are ever uncomfortable with anything that we do then I guess it would be O.K. for me to be just a little less modest around the house. As for you, I would like you being nude around the house if you want to, it's ok with me if that is what you want to do.
I don’t get much chance to see and enjoy a strong young body like yours very often.

If you get the urge to release yourself down there, I don’t want you to feel as though you have to go and hide yourself away to do it. Besides it is a very natural and beautiful thing to do.

Would it be all right if I released the pressure right now Mum? She smiled and sort of giggled, and said “I think you better wait till later.” We need to get on the road. Besides, since your uncle and Aunt are staying at Jo’s house, I told her to get a Hotel room for us for the week. I’m sure we are going to see eachother a lot in the hotel room for a whole week”. She pointed to my cock and said “why don’t you take care of yourself while in the shower and I will clean up here and we’ll get going?

I headed into the bathroom and was grateful that I ageed to go to the wedding with Mum!.


The car was finally packed and we headed for the M6 motorway. Everything seemed perfect. The sun was shining. The sky was nearly cloudless and Mum was looking amazzing. Mum was driving so left me with about six hours to sit and take in the scenery. And I don’t mean just mean the countryside.

It was summer and we were both dressed appropriately. I had thrown on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and I sat there in my socks as I had kicked off my trainers. Mum was dressed in a blue dress that was thin material and showed off her shape nicely. It had a belt around the waist that pulled the material tight against her bust. Even though it was just an inch above her knee, I was still enjoying how nice her legs looked. I spent most of the first hour of the ride looking from out the window to over at her legs.

I am amazed at how horny I was at that age.

We chatted about everything from school and my part-time Saturday job, to the weather. Everything but what I really wanted to talk about until she brought up the subject.

“Are you comfortable with our little discussion we had this morning Mark”?

Oh yes! I didn’t mean to be so enthusiastic but it just blurted out that way Mum.

Mum just smiled. I once again had managed to embarrass myself. “I was wondering” I started … “Do you think it would be ok if I relieved the pressure while we are driving? I braced myself for her answer. I wasn’t expecting it, but she just sort of burst out laughing.

“My god Mark, are you thinking about that every minute of the day”? And my embarrassment doubled. Of course I gave her the standard “I duno know.” She looked over and realized that I was feeling a little uneasy and she abruptly changed her tone. I also noticed that she was glancing down at my thighs! My shorts were small and they only covered the very top of my thighs. Even though I wasn’t that tall and after she glanced down I shifted and parted my legs a bit. The bottom of my shorts rose a bit higher and I felt my favorite feeling as my teenage cock began to stir…

Mark, (she sounded all-serious now) Do you not know what the word discrete means? We can’t do anything like that in the car! People driving past will see. I could get into trouble if anyone saw. Besides, you do need to remember that I am your mother. It’s not like we have agreed to be lovers or anything like that. She could see my obvious disappointment.

“But I thought”… I didn’t finish the sentence. It all seemed like a dream at this point.

A few minutes later Mum pulled into a service station. Before I could get out Mum leaned over and took hold of my arm. As I turned towards her she gave me that “Mum” smile. She could be so reassuring. “Don’t be upset Mark.” Everything will be fine. Look, you seem to enjoy looking at me and I definitely think that you will make some young girl very happy with that lovely cock of yours … but … all I’m saying is that I don’t want things to change between us. I am your Mother.
Eventually you will fall in love with a girl and forget all about this. She could tell I wasn’t convinced.

“Darling”? I had no defense against her when she was being loving like this.

“Come on” She had this way with what she was saying. “Well.” She pressed. “I was just thinking …” “What is it” Well I just wish your skirt was a bit shorter. She let out a big laugh and pulled me closer for a hug. The side of my face was pressed against her cheek and my lips were touching that spot on her neck. I started to get hard all over again.

“Come on Mark.” She said. Lets get a coffee and we can get back on the road!

As I stood at the urinal in the services I was equally frustrated and mad. I had thought that I would be able to play with myself all the way up to Scotland! I really felt a big let down. Part of me just wanted to forget the whole thing, but then the horny side took over and I again began to scheme on how I could get to stroke my hard cock while Mum watched.

After I finished peeing I just stood there giving my cock a rhythmic squeeze. I would squeeze it for a second, then wait a second, and then repeat the process over again. Followed by an occasional stroke. I saw something out of the corner of my eye and when I looked over I realized that there was a man standing a few urinals down and he was watching me! When I looked over he stepped back a half step and turned slightly to reveal his own engorged cock. "Good Morning" he said. I immediately looked away and stepped in a bit closer to my own urinal to try to hide my hard on from his gaze.

I could not however, resist looking back. He was an old man. Probably in his early sixties. His cock was huge. I do not mean that lightly. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen. Bigger than the one's I saw in the magazines. As my gaze drifted down to what he had in his hand he stepped back even further and began to stroke. My mouth fell open.

Just then another man came in and the guy shifted back so that the urinal shielded his hard-on. I took that opportunity to step into one of the stalls and waited there a few minutes for my own hard cock to settle down a bit. I didn't want to come out of the toilets with my cock tenting my shorts out! When I became only semi-hard I pulled my underwear to the side so that my cock and balls were free from my underpants. I opened the toilet door and as I rushed out I saw that the old man had already left.

When I got back to the car Mum was already waiting for me. I also noticed that the "man" was sitting in his car a few parking places away from us with a woman who was probably his wife. I looked over and saw that they were both looking my way. He was pointing and saying something and she was looking right at me with a smile on her face. I cowered into the car. The way she was looking at me made me feel a funny feeling in my stomach. I wished for a second that Mum wasn't there so that I could see what would happen. But that wasn't on the cards.

Then I noticed something else. Mum's skirt was no longer just above her knee. It was at least four or five inches higher. I could see her thighs. Heaven! As I got in I was looking at her thighs, and then I looked up into her eyes. She obviously noticed my lust filled eyes and beaming smile as I took in the beauty of her legs. She was smiling back at me as she reached out and cupped my chin in her hand. "You are so sweet, you know how to make a girl feel good!" "Mum, you have the best legs that I have ever seen." I said with great enthusiasm. "Well I hope you enjoy the view." She replied with a laugh as she backed the car out. Now lets get going.

As we headed back up the motorway Mum continued with the usual chat. I thought about telling her what I had seen in the men's toilet just to get the subject onto sex, and to see what her reaction would be. But I just couldn't get myself to bring up the subject. I guess I was scared that she would ask me to describe what his cock looked like, or worse yet, how it made me feel to see it all hard like that!

I was looking at her legs as much as I could without being absolutely obvious. I noticed that within minutes of being on the motorway, she was "scratching" her thigh and this caused the hem of her skirt to rid up her leg another inch or two. They looked so good. I kept trying to think of any excuse that I could use for touching them. But to no avail. They looked so sexy. I could not get over how beautiful and sexy it looked the way her legs went from tan a few inches above the knee to pure milky white thighs just above that. Once again my cock was as hard as a rock.

When I finally accepted that the excuse of putting my head on her lap to take a nap would sound too hokey (might work at night though) I decided to try and see if I could have some fun another way. "I'm feeling really tired" "Do you mind If I take a little nap?" I asked. "Not at all darling" "There's a pillow on the back seat you can use."

As I turned and reached over the backseat for the pillow I used the opportunity to free my hard cock from my shorts. It felt so good to touch it. I then positioned the pillow in the front seat so that my head was resting against the door. I pulled down my baseball cap so that my eyes were shielded from the sun and from Mum's field of view. I kept my hands in my lap so that my hard on was also hidden from view. I had a perfect view of her legs but she could no longer see me looking! I noticed as she drove that she allowed her legs to part. She was sitting there at the steering wheel basically with her legs spread. As she became more relaxed, her legs would part a little more. The sight of the hem of her skirt stretched tight between her parted thighs was almost too much for me. Just the sight of her inner thigh had me almost ready to orgasm!

After about twenty minutes of pretending that I was asleep (and enjoying the leg show that mum didn't know she was giving me) I was as aroused as I had ever been. I decided to "spring" my trap. It was no accident that I had decided to wear my loose shorts that day. First of all they are very short. They are also baggy, and they have a small slit up the side of each leg. I shifted myself so that I could peek from under my ball cap at Mum's face, without her being able to tell that I was looking at her. I also spread and stretched both of my legs, and moved my hands away from my lap to my sides. That did it. My hard-on took it from there.

Because I had already pulled my underwear to the side and my cock and balls were free from my underpants under my shorts, I got the exact effect I was hoping for. My cock was at full erection. It was pulled to the left and it had lifted the leg of my shorts up from my thigh about five inches. As I glanced down I realized that my cock was perfectly outlined by the silk material of the shorts. Better yet, as I was sitting at an angle to Mum, I knew that she could easily see my cock, all the way up my thigh. Everything was completely exposed to her view. It took a few minutes for her to notice, but eventually she did!

"Oh my" she said in an almost whisper. I watched her look. The look of surprise soon turned to a more serious, lustful look. She was trying hard to look. It seemed that she couldn't watch the road for more than a few seconds before looking back to steal another look at her own teenage son's hard cock. I noticed that she kept glancing up to my face to see if I was still sleeping. It started to seem to me that maybe Mum was as horny as I was. "Jesus." Was the next whispered comment. "Mark, are you awake?" she asked, but in a much lower voice than normal. "Mark?" Of course I did not answer. I was enjoying this too much. I made sleeping noises and grumbled a bit and as I did so I shifted my position so that my nakedness under the shorts was even more obvious.

As I looked down at my cock I saw that it was now so hard it was throbbing and that caused it to bob up and down every few moments under the material of the shorts. The move had caused my shorts to ride up a bit and the tip of my cock was now exposed right at the edge of the leg of my shorts. When she made the next remark under her breath I almost shot my load of cum right then and there. "Holy Fuck" she whispered, as I watched her strain her neck to see as much of my hard young cock as possible before reverting her eyes back to the road.

My Mum saying the word "fuck"??? I felt my cock twitch. I almost jumped up and stuck my hand under her skirt to get a good feel of her hairy pussy. But I just sat there pretended to sleep. My cock was now so hard I thought that I might actually be able to cum without even touching it.

She kept up her vigil. Glancing from the road to my crotch and then back to the road again. Every once in a while she would whisper my name "Mark". I was impressed with my own acting ability. I almost felt as though I was asleep. I noticed that Mum had rested her left hand on her thigh but her fingers were hidden from my view. I suspected she might be touching herself under her skirt, but I could not be sure. Every once in a while she rubbed her hand down the length of her thigh and then brought it back to rest at the top of her thigh. I kept shifting in my seat, trying to give her the best possible view.

"Mark" "darling, are you still sleeping?" She asked. Still a whisper but this time a bit louder than before. It seemed to me that her voice had also taken on a more sexy tone. "Mark?" (No response from me).

Just plenty of throbbing and bobbing from my extremely strained 6 ½ inch cock. She whispered "Christ," just before I felt her hand touch my thigh! She gave me a squeeze and light shake right at the very top of my thigh. Then she immediately took her hand away. Because my hard cock was lifting my shorts into the air she actually was touching me under my shorts. An electric shock shot up my leg.

I shifted again, I was trying to get my cock to free itself from under the material of my shorts, but I managed only to free the head. I looked down and there in plain view of my Mum was the engorged head of my young cock. There was a lot of pre-cum built up. The head was purple like it gets just before I cum. Her hand returned to the same place as before but this time lingered a moment longer than the last time before she removed it.

"Mark, darling?" She asked. I sat there motionless. I was breathing heavy and I pretended to snore just slightly enough for her to think I was in deep sleep.

Mum's hand returned to my upper thigh. This time she left it there, motionless. Because my cock was hard and sticking up in the air, held down only be my shorts, her hand was actually directly under my cock. She left it there for a moment, and then she slowly stroked the inside of my upper thigh. Her hand would move a bit and then stop before moving on. I had never had anyone tough me. I was in heaven. She seemed to like the area where my thigh meets my pubic mound. She kept her hand there for a few minutes before removing it completely.

I pretended to "dry hump" in my sleep. I was rhythmically and very slightly humping into the air. My humping kept pace with my breathing, and with Mum's ever frequent glances at her my crotch. This was working out better than I had hoped. When my Mum's hand returned, she did something different. Instead of putting it on my thigh as before, she gently touched the top of my shorts and gave my hard cock an ever so slight squeeze. She immediately took her hand away. I let out a slight moan and humped the air, as if to catch whatever it was that just touched my cock.

She waited a few moments and then reached back and squeezed my cock again a couple of times. Each was a very slight but firm squeeze. She seemed to be gauging how firm it actually was, and trying not to wake me. I am certain she was not disappointed. The last squeeze caused a gob of pre-cum to leak from my cock. It was actually like a first shot of cum. There was quite a bit and it dripped on to my thigh. She sort of sighed and I heard her whisper under her breath "fuck."

Several minutes passed before her hand returned. As I peaked out from under the visor of my baseball cap I could see that she was not focused just on the road. She frequently was looking at my cock. I was sitting so that not only could she look at the exposed head, but she had a good look at the base of my cock and the soft down of my pubic mound. I could tell by the look on her face that it was getting to her. Her hand returned to my upper thigh but almost immediately moved up and over my light covering of pubic hairs. She very slightly moved her fingers through my hair and then gave the base of my cock a slight but firm squeeze. She removed her hand and place it on my thigh ... right on the gob of my pre-cum that had dropped there!

I thought I would die. I felt her lightly rubbing the cum into my thigh as she moved her hand up, once again taking the opportunity to give the base of my hard young cock a slight squeeze. As she removed her hand I saw her take a look at the cum that remained on her fingertips, and then as I watched she rubbed it off into her own thigh!!! Oh GOD, that was so HOT!

I toyed with the idea of pretending to wake up and see what would happen, but as I was planning how to do it just right, I felt the car pull off the motorway and eventually come to a stop in a services carpark. Mum turned the engine off and turned towards me. As I peeked out at her beautiful face and body I couldn't help but realize that she would probably kill me if she knew that I was awake the whole time. We sat there for a few minutes. Her thighs were now completely exposed. I could also see that her nipples were hard, and poking out obviously through her bra and her dress. For her part, Mum just sat there looking at me. She rolled down her window and lit a cigarette. As she looked over at me I felt the back of her hand brush over my cock, then she took the leg of my shorts and pulled them down to cover up the exposed head of my cock.

When she finished her smoke she turned to me and placing one hand on my right thigh and the other on my side she began to gently shake me and calling my name to wake me up. I made her do that for a minutes or so before I stirred. Besides, even though it was only my side and my thigh, her touch still felt really good. The smell of her perfume as she drew near added to my excitement.

"Mark ...darling ...wake up" She said as I began to stir. "Are we there?" I asked as I began to look around. I noticed that we were in a motorway service area and that Mum had parked in a secluded area all the way at the end, away from all of the other cars. I also noticed that once I opened my eyes, Mum had become a bit more modest, as she "fixed" herself, pulling her skirt down a bit and pressing her knees together in her usual ladylike demeanor. Other than that, the only other real obvious thing was that my cock had created a very large tent in the front of my shorts and that the tent was bobbing up and down as my cock throbbed!

"No darling." "We are not there yet." "But we are only about twenty minutes away."

"I noticed you are having a little problem down there." She said as she gestured towards my throbbing cock.

"I thought I had better give you a chance to take care of yourself before we arrived. I wouldn't want you to be embarrassed in front of all the family." She matter of factly stated. I looked at her and then I followed her gaze down to my hard-on. I must say it looked impressive. My upper thighs were completely exposed by the shorts, and my entire cock was clearly outlined through the material. There was a wet spot right at the head, where she had pulled the material down to cover my cock.

Still pretending to be half-asleep. I lazily reached down and in plain sight of my Mother I gave my cock a squeeze, as she said. "There is the men's toilet right over there if you want to use them."

"Mum." "There are no other cars around here, I replied. Can't I just do it right here?
As I spoke I lazily stroked up and down my hard cock through my shorts while she watched. I noticed that she had that same look of her face She had a few days ago in the bathroom. A sort of glazed-over look. And her eyes looked darker that usual.

"Of course you can darling, if you want to." "That was part of our "arrangement" right?" "I need to have a cigarette anyway. You go ahead. I am going to stretch my legs a bit and have a smoke." With that she opened the door, got out, and walked a few feet behind the car to a picnic table that was there. I watched in the side view mirror as she leaned back against the table. The breeze pressed the material of her dress against her body and the complete outline of her tummy and wide hips became quite obvious. I pulled my shorts aside and began to stroke my cock in earnest. I had to take it slow because I was already close to cumming. I wanted to make sure that I did not cum before she returned to watch.

As I watched her, in the side view mirror, I imagined her standing there naked and I stroked my hard cock. Mum stood up and began to walk around a bit as she smoked her cigarette. After it was done, she immediately lit another and I thought of that time in the bathroom. She walked down the passenger side of the car and leaned against it right by the back passenger door. I knew from this veiw point she could easily look over her shoulder and see what I was up to. I pushed my legs out and lifted my arse off the seat a bit to give her a good look at my hard cock and balls.

A moment later she walked around the car and got back in at the drivers side. "My." She began as she leaned against the door and positioned herself to watch me.

"That looks like it must feel awfully good." Her words seemed to add fire to my balls. I could have cum right then and there but I really wanted to make this last.

"You certainly do have a nice penis." She said. "Is it as big as what my Dad was." I shyly asked. "Well, It was a long time ago since I seen your Dad's cock. Actually he was just a bit bigger, but he certainly did not keep it hard as well or as often as you do." I had to grit my teeth for a moment to keep from cumming upon hearing this.

She was leaning back against the door of the car. Her left leg was on the floor and she rested her right leg so that her knee was on the edge of the seat. Her skirt has now back down to just a few inches above her knee, but because her legs were parted like that I had a good view up her skirt to about mid-thigh.

"I'm sorry, I should have listened to you this morning and let you take care of that before we left darling. You poor boy. It was hard for the last hundred miles." She said. As she spoke, she was swaying her left knee back and forth and that was causing her skirt to rise up a bit with each sway. She saw I was looking and then she reached down and "scratched" her leg just under the hem, and in so doing raised it a couple of more inches.

"Why don't you get those shorts out of the way"? She said.

Not needing to be told twice, I immediately pulled them down and off. I turned to face her, sitting in the same position as she was, only my left leg was resting against the back of the front seat, not on the seat itself.. With my left hand I stroked my hard cock, very slowly, from the base all the way to the head, and then back down again. With my right hand I gently stroked my balls. I was completely naked, with my legs spread so my mother could see everything. I wasn't more than two feet from her. She sat there with her leg swaying back and forth, just staring at my young cock and balls. Every so often she would let out a sigh.

"Oh God." "I am so close to cumming" I blurted, and I began to stroke myself faster and faster..

"Let me see what I have in the back to clean that up" She said. With that she moved so that she was bent over the front seat and began to rummage through ther handbag in the back. I had to shift so I was more in a sitting position, but I managed to do so without missing a stroke. As I looked to my left I realized that as she knelt there her arse was right next to my face. As I stroked up and down my hard cock, I noticed her dress would rise and fall a bit as my arm rubbed against it. That gave me an idea!

I shifter my position slightly to the left until I felt the back of my hand against her calf. When our skin made contact it was electric! Now, as I stroked myself the back of my hand was lightly rubbing up and down the side of her calf, about mid-point between her knee and her ankle.

"I thought I had a hankey in here." She said as my pace increased. It was obvious what was happening and when she did not move her leg I increased my speed and the pressure against her leg. I had never felt anything so soft and smooth in my life. I wanted to rub my cock directly against her leg but I didn't have the nerve. I was on the verge of cumming when she turned around with the hankey in her hand.

She did not sit back at the drivers seat but rather she was now sitting in the center of the front seat – right next to me.

"Almost finished darling?" She asked as she put her arm on the back of the seat. With her right hand she began to rub my neck.

"That looks like it is going to make you feel much, much better, sweetheart."

As she spoke the reality of the situation hit me. I was sitting in a carpark, naked from the waist down, (except for my socks) wanking my cock, as my mother sat right next to me stroking my neck and whispering sweet encouragement into my ear. God, life was good!!

"Are you almost ready to cum, darling?" She asked. I saw this as my big chance. "Mum." I began in my most innocent voice. As I spoke I looked over at her and I was that her eyes were glued to the action below my waist. "I think I could cum better if you were doing it for me" I said.

"What?" The first word of her reply told me everything that I needed to know. "Oh, Mark, I am sorry if I gave you the wrong idea. I am your mother. I am afraid I can't do that for you."

She seemed very flustered as she spoke. "What you're doing is very natural but it would be wrong for me to touch you in that way." She said. I increased my stroking pace, looked up to be sure she was still watching all of the action and replied

"It's ok, Mum, but can I ask you one thing?" Your legs are so pretty, could you please let your skirt come up a little bit so I can see them better?" "I know that will help me cum."

"You sweetheart." She began. "You mean that just looking at my legs will make you cum? She seemed genuinely impressed. "I wish I could still have that reaction on some of my old boyfriends." She stated. With that she lifter her skirt with her left hand as she continued to gently rub by neck with her right. I was in absolute heaven. I wanted this to go on forever. Her skirt was now the shortest it had been since the ride began. Unfortunately her knickers were still covered, but she had raised the skirt to just below her knicker line. As she did that she shifted her seat so that her knees here together and her right knee was pressed against my leg. The electricity began to flow again.

"Oh, Mum." I exclaimed. "You have great legs!" The friction of her knee rubbing against my leg and her hand gently rubbing my neck was more than I could take.

"You almost ready sweetheart? As she asked she placed the hankey between my legs, just below my balls. As she did this, the back of her hand stroked against my thighs. That was it!

When I came it was with more force that ever before in my life. The first stream of cum shot over my head, with some of it catching in my hair. Then more splattered on my chest and belly in successively less powerful shots. At the end there was puddle of pearly white cum on my lower belly and at the base of my cock.

"Oh, My!" Was all my Mum could say.

As I sat there, spent, Mum put her arm around me. I rested my head on her shoulder for a moment and in that instant I felt as though I was completely owned by her.

I raised my head as she began to speak. She handed me the hankey and said "Here darling, you better wipe that up, it's starting to run." As I began to clean myself she again rubbed my neck. "Feel better?" She inquired. "Oh, yes Mum. That was great!" Was my reply.
She then moved her hand up to my hair and began to rub the cum that found it's way there, between her fingers. "Looks like you have a little clean-up to do here as well" She let out a slight laugh and gave me a big smile.

"Mum." Thank you." I offered. "Darling." She Answered as she cupped my chin in her hand and turned my face till I was looking at her.

"I should be the one thanking you. That was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. A woman my age rarely gets to witness something so wonderful with someone so young. Especially with her own teenage son!"

"Now." She continued. "You finish cleaning yourself up while I head over to the lady's for a moment. We have people expecting us!" With that she did something she had never done before. She gave me a quick kiss, but not on the cheek. She kissed me right on the lips. My cock immediately began to harden again.

Then she turned and opened the car door. "Mum?" "Yes darling?" She replied, looking back. Looks like you're going to need this." I said as I handed her the hankey and pointed to the spattering of my cum that had found it's way to her dress!