Colouring Mum's Hair Part Three

As with the rest of this post this is part recall and part fantasy. Enjoy!

The next few days were largely uneventful. Well, apart from mum continuing to vary her punk makeup and dress, mainly for her own pleasure, but adding to mine. And with the added bonus of continued howls of derision from Janis. I made further use of my purloined panties, using them and my imagination at least once an evening. At last it was Friday evening and the weekend. I'd played football with the lads after school then had a shower when I got home. The only thing I was interested in watching on telly was a John Wayne film at 9; The Searchers. I had the TV to myself as Janis was staying over at Saskia's and mum, after watching the film for a while, had declared she was retiring to bed. Even the cats had disappeared. Hunting in the fields, no doubt.

Going to bed I paused at mum's room to say goodnight. She was reading in bed, her knees up, propping a magazine. I called goodnight and she looked up, over the rims of her reading glasses, and waved. I waved back and went to my room. For once I was too knackered to wank and fell asleep.

I woke up feeling thirsty and looked at my clock. Half past one. No way I was drinking water from the bathroom. I pulled on a pair of y-fronts and went downstairs for a drink. On the way back to bed I heard a noise from mum's room. Her bedside light was still on but she was now laid down beneath the cover.

"Did you say something, mum?" I asked.

From beneath the cover I heard a muffled 'no'. I thought her voice sounded strange so I asked if she was okay and walked over to her bed. "Is everything alright?"

She looked out from beneath the cover and it was obvious she had been crying. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "It's just that sometimes I miss your dad so much. I had been thinking how much he would have enjoyed seeing my latest style and how pleased he would have been with my work. And proud that you and Janis are becoming so grown-up."

With that she broke down and began sobbing again. I didn't know quite what to do so asked if there was anything she needed.

"Would you give me a hug?" she asked, reaching up to me.

Feeling conscious that I was dressed only in my undies I bent down and put my arm on her shoulder. She put both arms around my neck and pulled me closer to her. I lost my balance and fell on to her, her body pinned beneath my torso, my feet dangling in mid-air off the bed. All at once I could smell her perfume and her natural body odour and felt the dampness of her tears on my neck. My chest was crushing hers and as she sobbed I could feel her shuddering breasts and nipples rubbing against mine through the thin material of her nightie. Her sweet breath came in hot gasps with each sob on my neck, adding to the moisture from her tears. Then she kissed me on the neck and released her grip on me. As I stood up she stroked my face and neck then wiped the tears from her own face.

"Should I make you a cup of tea or something?" I asked.

"No, I don't need anything to drink," she replied, sighing.

"Is there anything else I can do? Or do you want me to go now?"

"Would you give me a cuddle? I just don't want to be alone right now and it'll be like when you and Janis would hop into bed with me and dad on weekend mornings."

"Erm, aren't I a bit old for that now?" I stammered.

"You're still my **********. Well, not little anymore," she replied, holding back the bed cover and moving back in the bed. "A cuddle would really help." I felt compelled to accept the invite.

She was wearing a pale nightie that covered her crotch and not much more. As this felt like a mission of mercy for a grieving mother my hormones were thankfully kept in check. An erection in white y-fronts, even in dim lamplight, is not easily missed. I climbed into bed beside her and lay flat on my back.

Dropping the cover over me she placed her hand behind my left shoulder and pulled me towards her. "Give me a proper cuddle, son," she said.

Turning to face her I held my hips back as she shuffled towards me. Fearing my right arm would be trapped between our bodies I lifted it, to rest it on the pillow. As I did so it pushed up the material of her nightie and the back of my hand rubbed heavily over one of her breasts. It felt warm, soft and heavy to the touch, the erect nipple springing against each finger.

"Oops, nearly lost my nightie there," she smiled, her nose almost touching mine. She did not pull it back down, though. And with her right arm she reached for my left and put it around her waist. As she did so my hand brushed over her hip before being placed on the bare flesh of her back. I noted that she was not wearing panties and was glad there was distance between our groins, as my member swelled and twitched. Thankfully mum was ignorant of this and stroked my hair back behind my ear. "I'm feeling so much better already," she continued. "Isn't this comfy, darling?"

I was far from comfortable! Here I was again in close contact with my mother. In her bed! Wearing only a pair of underpants. Her not wearing any underpants. Feeling her stiff nipples pressed hard against mine. Smelling her sweet breath and body scent. Feeling her hand stroking my face and neck. Feeling my cock getting harder. All she had to do was move her hips a couple of inches and she'd realise her son was having impure thoughts about her. I'd be in so much trouble. So I muttered that I usually slept on my left side and asked would it be OK if I turned around and she cuddled me that way. I lied. I usually slept on my right side facing my bedroom door. Something to do with natural instinct; facing the most likely approach of intruders.

"You're so like your dad," she smiled. "If I'd known that I'd have asked you to get in his side of the bed. He used to sleep on his left side, too. He'd wrap his arms around me and spoon so tight with me. You can come around the other side and do that, if you like."

I replied I'd be happy to just roll over and have her cuddle me, like she did when I was small.

"That's cool," she replied, planting a kiss on the end of my nose.

I spun around and pulled my right knee up so I was almost laid on my stomach. That way my cock was pressed against the mattress, reducing the chances of mum accidentally touching it as she cuddled. A good job too, as she took hold of the front of my hip girdle and pulled herself right against me. Then she slid her hand along my stomach to my chest. Had I not assumed the position I did she would have surely touched my erect member. I shuddered as I felt the material of her silk nightie stroke my back, both her tits squeezing against me. Then the realization that her pussy hairs were pressing against my buttock as she pressed her knee behind mine, her thighs rubbing against mine. I had never felt anything like this and my cock throbbed and twitched uncontrollably. I could feel the clear pre-cum liquid seeping out, wetting my undies. Mum's face rested against my shoulder blade, which she kissed gently as she stroked my chest.

"Ooooh, your heart's beating ever so fast, lovey," she observed. "And you feel ever so hot." She ****, from the Martha Reeves song: "'It's like a heat wave, burning in my heart'. Have you got a heat wave burning in your heart, sweetie?"

"I ... I'm just not used to sleeping with someone else, mum." I stammered. "And the room's warm. And you're hot."

"So you think your mum's hot?" she laughed, adding her hot breath to my neck. "Am I too hot for you?"

"You know what I mean, mum. You're cuddling me tight and it's a warm night."

"Don't you want me to cuddle you? It's helping me feel better. I'm not feeling down anymore."

"Of course I want you to feel better and if cuddling me like this helps then I'm happy," I said, rubbing her arm that continued to stroke my chest. "I hated seeing you so upset and I'll do anything to keep you happy."

She squeezed me to her once more and kissed me on the shoulder. "Thank you, sweetie. It means so much to me. I can sleep better now."

I don't know which of us fell asleep first but the next thing I remember is dreaming I was stood behind Saskia Winters in a canteen queue again. She was wearing only a school shirt, pulled up above her waist, and I was naked save for a pair of undies. I looked around in shock but, even though the refectory was full and there were others in the queue besides us, no-one was paying the slightest attention to what we were doing. I knew I was fucking her; I could feel a wet, hot pressure on my cock that I'd never felt before. As I pushed in and out I could feel her slim hips squashing and parting. She had one arm behind my bum and she was controlling the thrusting, pulling me into her tight hole. At the same time she held one of my hands to her breast, helping me massage it and squeeze and twist her erect nipple. Her tits felt large for a girl her age, though I'd never really looked at her, as she was in a year below me.

She was bent down, away from me, holding her meal tray in her other hand. I reached for her hair, wanting to run my fingers through it. It felt stiff and wiry. I grasped a handful and pulled it back, wanting to kiss her. As I did so she gasped and moaned and her nails bit into my buttocks as she thrust back at me, pushing my cock deeper and harder into her cunt.

With her face now turned back towards mine I locked my mouth on hers, our breaths coming in gasps, our wet tongues licking and probing each other. Her breath smelled sweet and her perfume familiar; it was the same as mum's. And I was immediately awake, conscious that it was not Saskia I was fucking, but my mum! I pulled my head back, ready to jump out of bed and leg it, expecting mum to be asleep. However, it was obvious she was wide awake, looking at me, her face showing strained pleasure. She wanted this. She wanted her son to fuck her!

She gripped harder on my arse, her nails digging in through my undies as she thrust back against me. "Harder," she groaned and locked her mouth on mine once more. Her pussy muscles gripped my cock and I could not believe the ecstasy I was experiencing. This was even better than I had imagined sex would be. The pressure of a pussy, the heat and feel of bodies slapping against each other, wet tongues wrestling, gasping breaths, the pressure of my undies on the side of my hard cock and the smell of sex. Everything was about the pleasure of the act. That I was fucking my mother was immaterial in the moment. My initial shock and recoil had disappeared the moment I saw the look of want and bliss in her eyes. She wanted this. It made her happy.

She was laid in the embryo position, both knees pulled up, her legs together. She reached for the cover and threw it to the other side of the bed, exposing both our bodies to the lamplight. It was still night. I could see moonlight coming through the window. I knew I would come soon; I could feel the pressure building at the base of my cock. I pulled out of mum and pushed my undies down my thighs, then off one leg altogether. I reached down and grasped her left thigh, pulling it up and wide. She pivoted on to her back and I thrust my cock deeper into her. With my right arm straight on her left shoulder I leant my body back from hers, fucking her harder. Now I could feel my balls slapping against her bony arse, the hairs that surrounded her gash brushing against mine with each thrust. I could see her tits jostle under her nightie, the material moving like waves on a rough sea. Her eyes were locked on mine, her mouth wide and set, her breath coming in a series of gasped "huhs". I grunted as I pummelled her harder and was shocked when mum's body stiffened and her left hand gripped mine, her right pushing down hard on the mattress next to her. Her teeth clenched and noise like a long "eeeeeeeee" came from her mouth. My cock, which had been thrusting freely in and out of her, as now gripped firmly. I could still thrust but the foreskin of my cock was held tight by her cunt muscles, which spasmed around it. Then her body began to buck wildly, still clutching my member.

I began to worry she was having an epileptic fit, not knowing what a powerful female orgasm was like. In my mind I was practising what I should do to help her, remembering that a spoon should be placed in the mouth to stop the person swallowing their tongue and then phone an ambulance. Just as I was deciding to do all that she looked at me and gasped "Harder!" again, her pussy muscles relaxing.

With a few more thrusts I felt the welcome release of spunk as I thrust deep as I could into mum. My cock pulsed four, five, six times as my balls were emptied of sperm. I groaned with each spasm and then began thrusting again, more sedately this time, mum matching my movement. Looking down I could see my wet cock glistening in the moonlight, mum's pubic hair shimmering. I could feel it softening and being pushed out by her. It slid down between her arse cheeks and rested on the cold damp of the bed sheet where our mixed spend had pooled. Mum lay motionless, absolutely still, like she was asleep, for a good 30 seconds. I though of the fairy tale of sleeping beauty. Then mum reached up and pulled my mouth on to hers, kissing me deeply. She licked her lips and said: "Sleep now." Still panting I laid side by side with mum, holding hands.

***

Sleep, I thought, was the last thing on my mind. I'd just lost my virginity. To my mother! That wasn't how things were supposed to be. Now that the rush of ecstasy had passed logic was once more taking over my thought process. Mum and I had broken a law that could see her put in prison for a long time and Janis and I taken into care. Maybe even me sent to a remand home. Even if we were allowed to live with our grandparents how could I face them? And Janis? It would destroy her. She'd never speak to me or mum again and certainly wouldn't be able to go back to the same school. It would be all over the newspapers and on the regional news on telly. All had changed, changed utterly.

My heart was beating fast again, thinking of the consequences. I looked at mum and could see that she had fallen happily into the arms of Morpheus. Her breathing was deep and steady as she slept. I wanted to wake her up, to get some sort of reassurance from her, to answer my fears. Ironically, it was her peaceful demeanour that settled me. If mum was not worried then I shouldn't be. We'd only get in trouble if someone else found out what we'd done and I had no intention of saying anything. This wasn't like boasting to your class mates that you'd felt up one of the girls in class. Quite the opposite, I would never mention this to anyone (I thought at the time). And I couldn't see mum discussing it with her friends, work contacts or family.

As I began to relax I thought that I should go to my own room. What if mum was stoned and drunk and woke up in the morning remembering nothing we had done? What on earth would she possibly think, seeing me in her bed? Or she remembered and regretted what had happened? That made my mind up; time to go. I carefully shunted my body away from her, then moved to release my hand from hers. Instead of releasing her grip she placed our joined hands on her stomach, then placed her other hand on top. I decided the best thing to do was wait until she fell into a deep sleep, then move.

I opened my eyes looking at a wardrobe and doorway to mum's bathroom. Bright sunshine was reflected off the bathroom mirror to the door. Four things struck me; I hadn't dreamed last night, I was still in mum's bed, I needed to pee badly and I had a Morning Glory stonker. I glanced over my shoulder t mum. She was laid on her belly, left leg bent at the knee and parallel to her waist, her face away from me. Her nightie was still gathered up around her tummy, her pale, petite derriere nicely exposed. I looked down my naked body for my undies. They were nowhere to be seen. They must have skipped off my ankle and the bed during the night. I'd have to get them later. My immediate thought was getting out of bed without disturbing mum and having a pee.

I carefully moved my legs to the side of the bed and rolled. The mattress creaked a little but it sounded as loud as a creaking door in a Hammer House of Horror film, to my ears. Holding my breath I stood up. So did my cock, pointing to the ceiling. I began silently padding towards the bedroom door when mum asked: "Where you going, chicken?" in her sing-song voice.

I froze mid-stride. I was completely naked with a throbbing hard-on in broad daylight. I couldn't let her see me like this. I felt my face redden. Without looking around I answered: "I need the toilet."

"Use mine," she replied. "Then come back to bed. We need to have a little pow-wow, babes." I glanced around, careful to keep my cock hidden away from her. She was laid on her back now, propped up on her elbows, smiling.

"Well," I thought. "She definitely remembers last night and she doesn't look like she regrets it." I nodded to her and gave what felt like and must have looked a sheepish smile and hurried into her toilet, closing the door behind me. My cock was still hard and throbbing as I lifted the toilet seat. I knew from previous experience that if I peed now there'd be a spout of piss as high as my head, no matter how much I tried to regulate the flow, and a mess all over mum's toilet. So I jumped in the shower. I held my cock and felt white dried flakes like small snowflakes come off to the touch. My pubes felt matted and when I scratched them more flakes emerged. Yet another new experience that needed explaining, I thought. A fountain of hot yellow pee erupted and splashed noisily over my body and the tiles of the shower cubicle. I turned on the water and shuddered as the cold spray hit my body. My member responded by deflating, the last of my urine now trickling down my legs as my flaccid cock relaxed itself. I allowed the now-warm water to clean me then dried myself with a bath sheet. Wrapping it around my waist I was thankful I had a legitimate excuse for covering my bits.

With a slight feeling of trepidation I flushed the toilet and entered mum's bedroom. The radio was tuned to Radio 1. Ed 'Stewpot' Stewart was just announcing the Bellamy Brothers' 'If I Said You Had a Beautiful Body Would You Hold it Against Me?' What a track to walk in on! I felt myself going red again. Mum was sat propped up in bed. Naked. I could now see the full glory of her tits. They looked perfect to me, perky for their full size, the nipples erect (omni-erect I imagined), pointing slightly upwards. The sparse blonde triangle covering her prominent mons Venus contrasted with the jet-black hair of her head. The cuffs definitely did not match the collar now, I mused.

"If I'd known you were taking a shower I'd have joined you," she pouted. "Naughty boy," she admonished. Patting the bed she instructed: "Now come and join me without the towel. There's already a damp patch. If there's to be another it won't be from a wet towel," she giggled.

I approached the bed with the intention of dropping the towel at the last minute, even though I knew I was going to be naked and in full site when I got in bed. "Let's have a look at you, before you lie down," she instructed.

"Mu-um!" I groaned.

"Please, James. It's been a while since I've seen a bare male body in the flesh. I'm naked. There's no need to be embarrassed. Especially after the lovely time we had last night," she pleaded. "And call me Lana. 'Mum' seems out of place at the moment."

So I dropped the towel and stood there feeling like a museum display, especially with the lyrics playing on the radio.

"Yes, you really are developing into a fit young dude," she announced, looking me up and down and settling on my cock, with the look of the huntress in her eyes once more. "And you've shown you can use what you've got. Now let's have a little chat about things." She rolled on to her left side, propped on her elbow, her left hand cupping her chin. With her right hand she reached out for me. I knelt on the bed and she indicated I should lie down and face her.

"You smell nice and fresh," she said, taking my hand in hers. "Did you enjoy what we did last night?"

"God, yeah!" I replied.

"Good, so did I. I was the one who started it, just so you know. It's been quite some time since I had a cock inside me and I was so turned on last night. Actually, I've been turned on all week. I could feel your penis when you were dyeing my hair and when I walked in on you masturbating that really awakened my need for more than I could do for myself. I've been playing with myself all week since and when you fell asleep last night you were obviously having a naughty dream. I woke up and you were spooning behind me. I could feel your erection through your undies and you were rocking against my hips. I couldn't help myself. I reached behind and stroked your bulge, then reached you out of the side of your undies. I'm surprised I didn't wake you with the noise I made when I slipped you inside me. We must have been going at it for a good 5 minutes before you woke."

"I was having a dream," I volunteered. "About shagging a girl at school. It was surreal. In the dinner queue. Don't say anything but it was Saskia Winters."

"I'm hardly likely to say anything," laughed mum. "Saskia. Janis's friend. How interesting. Takes after her mother, obviously. Now speaking about not saying anything you're intelligent enough to know the ramifications of what we did last night. If The Man finds out it's Holloway for me!"

I was relieved that she had the same concern as me. I could see the worry in her eyes and the need to assure her. "I was thinking exactly the same thing, mum ..."

"Lana," she interrupted, stroking my arm.

"Lana," I continued. "And they'd probably send me to borstal. No way I'm saying anything to anyone. It's our secret, man."

She smiled. "Let's seal our secret with a kiss, then," she declared and leaned in close to me. Her hand on the back of my head, her tongue probed my mouth. My own tongue began a snake dance with hers. I placed my hand on the small of her back and pulled her body to mine. I could feel my cock twitching and it jerked forward, the tip brushing against mum's belly. At the touch she moaned into my mouth and moved herself even closer to me. I could now feel her hard nipples against my own, her pubes brushing against my balls. It was my turn to moan ecstatically.

She ended the kiss and leaned back, her eyes locked on mine. "Now that's settled James, we need to decide where we go from here. If you want to consider what we did as a once-in-a-lifetime-never-to-be-repeated experience and speak no more of it then I'll totally understand. What do you think?"

The heat of mum's quim on my balls, my leaking erection, the sweet taste of her mouth and her sultry voice, never mind the illicit nature of what she was hinting at, made my reply a no-brainer. I knew of no other boys of my age who were being offered the opportunity of sex with an attractive, experienced woman, even if it was with their mum. "I think I want us to do what we did again. And more, mum."

"Lana."

"Lana. That's what I think."
I swear her eyes sparkled with delight and a she gave a huge grin. "Oh, goody!" she trilled. "This going to be such a trip. Far out! Now when you say 'more', what do you mean by that, James?"

"Well, y'know," I stammered. "Other things. Like, one of the guys at school said he saw a Danish mag and there was all sorts in it. Guys, well ... getting their penis sucked by women and women's vaginas being kissed by blokes. And there's different positions to try."

"I'm glad to hear you're not just a boring 'wham bam thank you ma'am' man, James. I've done all the things you've mentioned. And more! So what have you done up to now? With other girls. Don't be shy," she said, smiling and stroking my arm. "I don't want to take anything for granted."

"Not much, I suppose," I conceded. I've French-kissed a few girls at school. Felt the boobs of a few... "

"Have you now?" she asked in a teasing voice. "And did you get to kiss these boobs?"

"No. But I did get to feel them. Under the bra," I answered hurriedly. "And fingered Sonia's vagina. Properly fingered. Inside her. Not just over her knickers."

"The little minx! Did she come?" asked mum.

I had to answer that I didn't think so as, though she moaned and panted and rocked on my finger and wet it, she didn't shoot a load of juice like I do when I come.

"Shoot a load of juice?" queried mum.

"Yeah, y'know. Ejaculate. Squirt."

"That's not how women orgasm, darling," answered mum. "Men ejaculate spunk to carry the sperm to fertilise women's eggs. You have a prostrate gland and seminal vesicles that are designed to produce semen. We don't. Our fannies get wet, yeah but only so they're lubricated for when we get turned on or have sex. Some of us can get quite wet and dribble as you ... er ... may have noticed from my panties. Your dad used to joke I leaked like an old tap when he went down on me; an old tap of pure ambrosia. He loved the taste straight from the source. I think you will, too. But I don't squirt like you when I come. I've read that some women, usually as they get older, lose control of their bladder and squirt pee during sex or when they come, but it's not an orgasm. You saw me have an orgasm last night and I didn't ejaculate did I, although I know my pussy was very wet before you spunked in it.

"You mean when you went really tense and then started thrusting really hard? I thought there was something wrong with you until you spoke," I admitted. "That was an orgasm?"

"Now you see why the French refer to it as la petite mort," she laughed. "Yes, you helped me have a full-on major orgasm. And that was a big one. Women can have multiple orgasms during a sex session, little ones and big ones and can keep going. I had several small ones before you woke up. It's different for you guys. Your cock needs to rest for a while, as you probably know already. Anyway, so this girl Sonia may have had an orgasm. Did you play with her clit as well as finger her?"

I had to admit I didn't know what a clit was.

“The clit, or clitoris, is the most sensitive part of a woman’s pussy. It sits just at the top and is usually under a little flap of skin. When we become aroused the clit becomes really, really sensitive and peeks out. Not for nothing is it nicknamed the wail switch! Man, you want to help a girl come that’s the number one spot.” She smiled dreamily: "What else have you done with girls?"

I told her that I'd been wanked off until I'd come and that was about everything. On the radio Paul Weller was spitting out the line "Life is new and there's things to be done." from the appropriately named 'When You're Young'.

"Here beginneth the lesson," whispered mum with a glint in her eye. With what felt like the edge of her fingernails she traced along the length of my vas deferens to my Jap's eye. I shuddered and jolted at the sensation. "I could have you shoot your lovely hot load all over me," she purred. "With just a few strokes of your beautiful young hard shaft, especially if I used my mouth. Would you like that?" she added, firmly grasping my cock and stroking it.

I gasped and nodded my assent.

"But I'm not going to," she laughed, releasing my throbbing member. "You're going to learn to control your orgasms so you become a considerate lover. And that means ensuring the girl you're with comes first and last. There's nothing worse for a woman than being with a man who's shot his load before she even gets started. Do you know what erogenous zones are?"

I shook my head. I had never heard the term used at the time. Mum explained what they were; emphasising there was more to the body than tits, cock and cunt. "Ears, neck, back, hands, bum, legs, feet. All these places can be a real turn-on, if touched properly, James. And that doesn't mean just grabbing and *******. Sometimes the lightest of touches is what's required," she trilled, whilst lightly running her finger over my balls, resulting in me involuntarily bucking and gasping.

"And other times," she continued more sternly, slapping my bum hard "a firmer approach achieves the desired outcome." I yelped as the sting from her spank turned to a hot heat. There was a glint in her eyes. She licked her lips and raised any eyebrow: "Been a while since I spanked your naughty botty. Did you enjoy it?" she continued, now gently rubbing the area.

"I ... I don't know," I admitted. "Was a bit of a shock but feels nice now you're rubbing it."

"Just proving a point," mum said. "Pleasure and pain. Bit of a grey area where sex is concerned. One can be achieved through the other. But it's up to the receiver to determine what turns them on. Remember that. If someone doesn't like something you don't do it, no matter how much you want to. I like to be spanked, by the way."

“Jesus, mum! You enjoy being spanked!?” I blurted.

“Lana!” she admonished, delivering another stinging slap to my rear. “And I also enjoy spanking naughty boys, too.”

“Owww!” I screeched. “Sorry, Lana. Just never thought being spanked was a thing. I can see you enjoy it, though,” I continued. The glint was back in her eye and she had a self-satisfied smile on her face. I couldn’t help but notice my erection throbbed and jerked as waves of heat reverberated where her hand was now lightly soothing the area she had struck.

Mum had also noticed. She looked down at my pulsing member: “Looks like part of you also enjoys a little smack or two. Look, it’s leaking. It’s not crying is it?” she teased. I watched as she ran her finger and thumb over my purple swollen glans, squeezing slightly and scooping up the pre-cum that was leaking and running over the sensitive head. I grunted loudly at her touch, bucking back and forth. The sensation of her touch was sending electric shocks from my toes to the end of my cock. My mouth felt wet and dry at the same time. I winced as she purposely sc****d her nails along my Jap’s eye. Then watched as she raised her finger and thumb, now glazed with my pre-cum, to her mouth. Keeping eye contact with me she licked at the wet digits then put them in her mouth, slurping noisily.

“Tasty,” she declared. “Well, do you think you’d enjoy a little spanking?”

“I dunno. Just seems a bit weird since it’s supposed to be a punishment for doing something wrong.”

“Weirder than fucking your mother?” she laughed. “I’m sorry. Just jiving you. See what I mean about finding out the other person’s likes and limits? And how to use your hands in different ways? And you can use more than your hands. Your hair, tongue, breath, eyes, teeth and feet can all be used. Now James, using your body, except your cock, turn me on. And you’re not allowed to touch my tits or pussy! Time to get your groove on, baby!”

I hadn’t expected this. “What about Janis?” I asked, not sure when she’d be back.

“You want to get your groove on with Janis? James, I’m shocked! Aren’t I enough for you?” she teased.

“No! That’s not what I meant. What if she were to come back now? What would she say if she saw us like this?”

“Oh, I can guess what she’d say alright. No need to freak, though. Suzanne won’t be dropping her off until later this afternoon.”

Suzanne (Mrs Winters to me) was Saskia’s mum. She was a music and PE teacher at our school. She ran the gymnastics and swimming clubs. A natural blonde like mum she too had a svelte figure. He boobs were smaller and she was just about 5 feet tall. I’d never seen her legs as she always wore hippy-style flowing maxi skirts or dresses. Or track suit bottoms with a t-shirt. That was the only way I knew the size of her tits; the tight t-shirt. All us lads fancied her. I made a mental note to find out what mum meant by her earlier comment about Mrs Winters.

Bill Lovelady was singing ‘Man, that girl will drive you right out of your mind, she'll reggae for it now, reggae for it now’ on the radio, as I thought about Suzanne. “I’m still here, lover” pouted mum. “And I’m reggae for it. Catch my drift?” she said, swaying to the beat.

I was at a bit of a loss. Where to start? I had a raging erection and wanted to blow my load and here I was being presented with homework! Stalling for time I said “OK, Lana. Lie on your stomach with your arms down by your side.” As she did so I knelt up beside her, savouring her smooth, ivory flesh in the morning light, the slight curvature of her pert derriere tantalisingly quivering as she settled. Where to start, where to start? Luckily her face was buried in the pillow so I didn’t have her looking at me expectantly.

Then instinct, or something, kicked in. I bent and lightly licked from her shoulder to her neck. Mum uttered an appreciative “Mmmmmm” as I did so. I could taste the slight tang of her perfume mixed with a hint of her natural body odour. The texture was something I had never experienced before. Hot. Smooth. Pulsing. Like most lads I had practiced kissing on the back of my hand but this was totally different. I hadn’t even kissed the necks of the girls I’d been with. Just normal kissing, followed (if I was lucky) with wet, slobbering *********t French kisses.

I began kissing her neck, using just the tip of my tongue to brush over the miniscule, almost invisible hairs it detected, my lips barely touching her skin. At the same time I used the back of my hand to lightly and slowly rub up and down mum’s arm. She shuddered and whimpered at my touch. I saw and felt her legs tense, her toes pointing straight down. Still kissing from her neck to her shoulder (she still loves that) I turned my hand and used the tips of my fingers to glide from her shoulder to her waist. I could hear mum softly moaning as I gently massaged the soft, warm skin from the top of her hips to her hot underarm, which was shaved, then over and down the length of her spine to the top of her hips.

Taking a chance I swung my leg over her and sat with my balls just below her hips, my cock resting between her cheeks. Mum didn’t protest. Rather, her cheeks relaxed and clenched around my hard shaft. I took her arms and held them out wide then leant forward and resumed kissing around her neck. She turned her face towards me, her tongue out. I met it with mine and our mouths locked. She began rocking her hips to and fro. I could feel the tension in my cock and knew all I had to do was press down on my shaft and it would easily slip into her love tunnel. Instead I raised my cock up from her bum. I smiled inwardly as I felt mum groan into my mouth, her saliva drenching my tongue whilst she bucked her hips upwards, trying to find my cock. I pushed myself upright away from her.

A loud cheer from a crowd came from the radio as Tony Blackburn started the Radio 1 roadshow from Scarborough and played Racey’s sickly-sweet ‘Boy oh Boy’. As they **** the opening lines 'the first time, we touched, I liked it so much' both mum and I laughed.

I moved further down her body so I was just above her knees then leant down, my elbows outside her hips and began kissing along the length of her spine, at the same time lightly stroking the points on her sides where her breasts began. Mum was still bucking her bum, which was now thrusting against my chest. “Mmm, I like that.” she breathed.

Placing both my hands on her cheeks I pulled them apart, exposing her bum hole and slit. Mum let out a surprised yelp as I did so. I looked away at first, the social conditioning of not looking at ‘private areas’ still very much part of my psyche. As I felt mum’s bum cheeks relaxing I inspected her little hole. This was the first bum hole I had ever seen and I didn’t know what to inspect. The drawings used for biology lessons just showed a dot. Mum’s was actually a hole, rather than a closed wrinkled starfish, surrounded by short blonde hairs. I watched fascinated as it pulsated. Her pussy looked different to the glimpse I’d had of it previously. The pale outer lips with their coating of hair were puffed up and parted, revealing the crinkled bright red gleaming inner lips, parted enough to show the entrance to her vag. I pushed her cheeks together again and spread them once more. A gossamer sheet of clear juice, like a blown bubble, spread then snapped into a spider’s web of clear strands. Spots of thicker whitish fluid coated her lips and matted the hair around her opening. I noticed her clit, like a tiny nettle sting, jutting out just where her pussy lips ended and her triangle of pubic hair was at its narrowest.

“Like what you see?” croaked mum. “Bet you want a taste.”

I did but I wasn’t falling for that trap. This was a test and no touching her pussy was part of it. Holding her cheeks apart I licked down to the apex of her arse crack then carefully ran my tongue towards her bum hole. The heat coming from her openings was the first thing that struck me, quickly followed by the musky odour, so powerful I could taste and smell it. In my naivety I had been worried mum’s bum would smell of farts or crap but far from it. I immediately fell in love with that scent and, although I have been down on mum so many times since, the memory of that first smell is as fresh today as it was all those years ago.

As my tongue neared her little hole I sopped licking and, forming an ‘O’ with my mouth, blew cold air on it. Just as I had hoped shuddered. “OH!” she exclaimed, and then giggled. “That’s different.” Feeling pleased with myself I alternated between breathing hot and cold air and listened to mum mewling with pleasure. I kept this up for a few minutes then stuck out my tongue again and with the tip licked in a circular fashion around her bum hole, being careful not to touch it. This was not because I was averse to. No, this was me teasing mum. And it worked. She moved her hips in an attempt to guide me into her little opening but I made sure I avoided it. Mum was now groaning loudly in frustration.

About 10 minutes later I could feel sweat beading on my forehead from the heat and my tongue’s frenulum was beginning to ache. “Don’t move.” I ordered and knelt up. As I did so a long strand of pre-cum stretched down and clung to mum’s leg. I got off the bed and opened the nearest wardrobe door. I pushed it back flush with the wall and saw myself reflected in the full length mirror of the double-sized door.

I walked around to the end of the bed. I grabbed mum’s ankles and pulled her towards me then pivoted her so she was facing the mirror. She giggled, playing along. I moved around to the side of the bed nearest the window. “Now kneel up, Lana.” I said. She did so. “Can you see yourself in the mirror, Lana?” I asked.

“Yes, I can,” she replied.

“Yes. I can, son,” I corrected, emphasising the last word. “Try again, Lana.”

Her eyes met mine in the mirror’s reflection. There was a look of uncertainty then resignation. “Yes. I can, son,” she repeated.

“Good girl. Now place your arms a bit wider and spread your legs, Lana.”

“Like this, son?” she asked, now with a devilish smile.

“Legs wider and lean back towards me,” I countered.

She did so, maintaining eye contact. “Is this how you want me, son?”

“That’ll do,” I smiled and sat on the bed behind her. “Your pussy looks so wet and messy, Lana. And tasty.”

“Yes.” She panted.

“Son.”

“Yes, son.”

I reached forward and lightly stroked my fingers up along the back of her right leg to her hip then down along the inside of her thigh to her knee and back up. With my palm open and flat I stroked along her pussy hair, back and forth, back and forth, almost touching her lips. Then I paused. Mum rocked, mimicking my action. Her head dropped and she gasped.

“Head up, Lana!” I snapped. Keep looking in the mirror.”

“Yes, son,” she grunted, jerking her head up, with a look of pained pleasure.

Keeping my right hand just under her pussy I now stroked up along her inner thigh and down along the other. I did this a number of times, each time just avoiding touching her pussy. I could feel the tension in mum’s body build and could see the strain on her face in the mirror. I stroked around her bum hole and this time lightly rubbed it with the tip of my index finger. I saw the tendons in her neck stretch as her face turned scarlet. Her eyes and mouth wide open, she emitted a deep, loud guttural “Uhhhhhh”, followed by “Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh Goddddd!”, her pitch with each utterance getting increasingly higher. The last one so high and loud it could have shattered a wine glass! She bucked wildly, her head and tits thrashing back and forth in what was obviously another orgasm. Not wanting to accidentally touch her pussy I lowered my hand. The bonus was a strand of clear juice wobbling and bouncing its way out of her pussy and pooling on my fingers.

As mum’s spasms abated her legs shook like she’s just run a marathon and she collapsed down on her elbows, breathing hard. She looked up at me in the mirror and opened her mouth. No words came, although I could tell she was trying to say something. She smiled apologetically and held up a hand indicating I should wait a while. I made sure she could see me raise my glistening fingers to my mouth.

Then I got off the bed and walked around to face her, my cock hard and throbbing in my hand. “Head up and tongue out, Lana.” I said, my cock no more than half an inch from her. Mum looked up, my member now level with her nose. Her tongue quivered madly and her breath still came in gasps. Starting at the base of my shaft I squeezed along the length of it and watched as a filament of my pre-cum landed on mum’s tongue and slid down into her open mouth. I really wanted to go the whole hog and come in her mouth but resisted. Instead I squatted down and holding her face in my hands put my tongue in her hot mouth, mixing our juices. Lana returned the kiss. The taste was wonderful.

I ended the kiss and looked at mum. “How did I do, Lana?”

“A plus plus. Phew! I needed that. My turn, James. On the bed and lie on your back, please,” she ordered. The radio 1 crowd on Scarborough beach roared even louder than before.

I bounced on to the bed, my hands folded behind my head, feeling smug and self-satisfied. Mum had had another powerful orgasm with me and my cock was looking forward to more action. And I continued to savour the taste of our juices.

Mum stood and stretched her arms high. As she bent herself backwards her gorgeous breasts stood out. I admired her taut stomach and loved that her mons Venus looked even more swollen and prominent now, under its furry coat. She bent and touched her toes and stretched back up a few time. I loved watching her breasts bounce as she did this.

“That’s better.” she declared. Ready for round two, James? Well, ready or not here’s the rules. Same as last time, except I get to turn you on. I’m not allowed to touch your cock but I can touch any other part of your body. Let’s go. Please spread your legs, James, so I can get between them. And prop yourself up against the headboard.”

I shuffled up and got into position. “Is this OK, Lana?”

“That’s perfect. Now take your cock in your hand and start playing with yourself.”

“What!” I blurted. “You said no touching my cock.”

“No. I said I wouldn’t be touching your cock. Right. Get cracking. And don’t forget; you’re not allowed to come.” That look had returned again.

All of a sudden I was embarrassed. I think it was a mixture of the conception of male masturbation being associated with those who couldn’t get a girlfriend and recalling mum previously finding me wanking. I felt my cock begin to soften, which was even worse. I grasped my shaft and began stroking.

Mum climbed on the bed and knelt between my feet. She smiled sweetly at me and brushed her hands over my ankles. “That’s it, James. Wank that big cock for me. Oooooh, look at that big shiny purple head. I want to see it leak again, James. See all that lovely sticky pre-cum dribbling out and running down that hard shaft. Do you like to see your juices leaking out of your fuck-stick, James?”

Mum’s voice was sultry, like Lauren Bacall delivering the famous “You Know How to Whistle, Don't You Steve?” to Humphrey Bogart in To Have and Have Not. Her eyes did not leave mine and I felt I could not look away. I nodded assent.

“Lost your voice, James?”

No, Lana.”

“Then tell me you like to see your juices leaking out of your fuck-stick,” she insisted.

“I like to see my juices leaking out of my fuck-stick, Lana.”

“Me too, James. Stroke faster. Good. Oh, wow! It’s starting to leak. I’d love to see it really shoot a big, hot load like you did last week when I walked into your bedroom. You remember that, don’t you. Your spunk splatting all over your body and hair. Oooh, the thought of that is getting me all wet and sticky again. You know, I couldn’t get the image of that lovely come fountain shooting out of your cock. When I went to bed that night I played with myself and come so hard. Right where you are now. Would you like me to show you how I played with myself, James?”

“I …I … don’t know, Lana.” I stammered. “I’m really close to coming now.”

“Then you need to learn control yourself, James. That’s what this session is about. Think about someone you’re not sexually attracted to. Like your grandma O’Neill or Janis. Yes, think of Janis bossing you about. That should help. You can slow your stroking down but don’t stop.”

It really didn’t help. The picture of Janis that came into my mind was the memory of her little pussy lips showing through her panties and the smell of her panties that were still in my bedside cabinet. I tried to think of anything; granny O’Neill lecturing me on my sloppy dress sense, calculating the area of a triangle, the Franco-fucking-Prussian war but none of it worked. “I’m too close! I’ve got to stop!” I cried and let go of my cock. As if it had a mind of its own it continued throbbing and jerking.

Just as I thought I was going to lose control I gasped in pain as it felt like needles were driven into my ankles. Mum had dug her nails into the sensitive skin. “Shit, mum!” I cried. “What was that for?”

“Shit, Lana! And that was for nearly losing control and coming before I want you to. And it worked. But you need to learn to do it mentally. Your dad could. He could fuck me for hours and not come until I begged him to. Mmmm, then he’d flood me with his hot jizz and we’d both collapse and lay there.”

The mention of dad got me jealous. If he could go for hours then I would damned well make sure I could. Typical attitude for my age. I still didn’t know how I was going to do it but I was going to show mum that I could be an even better lover.

“Ready to get your groove on again, babes?” she asked, stroking my pained ankles.

Without answering I grasped my flaccid cock and squeezed it just below the head. This usually helped get me hard. All the while I looked at mum’s eyes, which were focused on my member. She was knelt back on her ankles with her legs together so I couldn’t see her pussy, just the blonde pubes. As I felt myself hardening I knew I had to focus on getting to that point where I felt I was ready to let go my juices then hold it there. And that meant controlling the situation.

“Play with your tits, Lana,” I said. She looked up at me and there was a momentary look of surprise in her eyes, but just for a second. Then her eyes narrowed and settled back on her heels. With a hand under each breast she lightly brushed from the inside to the outside of each globe. She squeezed them ever so slightly then, using the nails of her index fingers, she circled the areolae. The little bumps of her Montgomery’s glands contrasted with her prominent nipples, now sticking out almost an inch. I looked at her eyes, which were on my cock again. I looked at it and saw that it was rock hard once more. And leaking. Mum moaned slightly and I saw that she was now squeezing each nipple between forefinger and thumb.

“Do you like that, James? Do you like that your mother is doing what you tell her and playing with her tits? Would you like to see me suck them?”

That took me by surprise. “Can you do that? I’d love to see you suck your tits, Lana.” And she did. Cupping her right tit she raised it towards her mouth and bent her head to meet it. Pointing her tongue she licked at the hard nipple, circling it as she had done with her fingernail. All the time she was looking at my eyes from under her hooded lids. Then pouting she took the long nipple in her mouth and sucked loudly. I could feel the tension building in my groin once again and realised I was stroking harder and faster. I panted and gulped, wishing it was me who was sucking. She kept sucking and soon her saliva was running down from her mouth, wetting her breast.

“Your dad really loved seeing me do that,” she announced, taking the sodden nipple from her mouth. On cue, mention of my father took me off the boil but I remained hard and kept stroking this time. “Lie on your back, James. Don’t stop stroking.”

I did do and she moved up the bed and knelt to the right of me. Placing her hand on the inner thigh of my left leg she lifted and spread it, then did the same with my right. Just as I had done with her she now began slowly stroking up and down each thigh, her fingers just brushing the hairs of my balls. Then she bent and blew cold hot air on my right nipple. I snorted at the feeling and felt an intense tingling. I’d never consider that my nipples could experience sexual pleasure. At that age I thought it was only girls who could do that. The only other time I’d experienced a nipple sensation was intense pain from running a cross-country race on a freezing morning. And that wasn’t sexy!

Lana sat back and I could see my little nipple was erect. Still stroking my thighs she used the forefinger of her left hand to repeat to my nipple what she had done to her own. The sensitivity was unbelievable. Not just on my nipple but on my lower legs and the top of my spine. When she began rolling the tiny bud between her finger and thumb I gasped and bucked as mum had done earlier. Then she bent and began licking it. I let out an involuntary whimper as her wet tongue flicked rapidly back and forth as she concurrently stoked and rolled my left nipple. Then she stopped and sat up.

“A little lubricant helps,” she declared and I watched as she reached between her legs and inserted two fingers halfway into her spread pussy. I could hear the sticky wet sounds from inside her as she jiggled her fingers and then withdrew them. They were now gleaming with clear pussy juice which she rubbed into my right then left nipples. “Want a taste?” she asked and without waiting for an answer pushed her digits into my mouth. I sucked and licked hard, once again relishing her delicious scent. Mum smiled and once more sucked on my right nipple and stroked my thighs then resumed playing with my lubricated left nipple. To this day I love my nipples being played with.

I was moaning softly and rhythmically bucking my hips in tandem with my cock strokes. I had subconsciously slowed down into a relaxed pace. The sound of Randy Vanwarmer’s Just When I Needed You Most playing on the radio may have helped! Then mum upped the pace again. She stroked and cupped my balls. I was about to protest that she was cheating but remembered the only prohibited item was my cock. She sucked harder on my nipple and located and fondled, then squeezed, one of my balls. I grunted and winced at the sharp pain. Mum spluttered in what I suspected was one of her little laughs as I gasped. I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead and clenched my jaw, the tendons in my neck feeling like they were ready for snapping. I stopped stroking.

Now massaging both balls with the palm of her hand mum looked up at me. “Awwww, have I found a little sensitive place?” she pouted in a mock-sympathy voice.

“Just a bit,” I panted. I was beginning to wonder who this alter-ego of my mother was. This was not the care-free, hippy-dippy woman I grew up with. Was this her idea of how Goth chicks should behave or was she always like this? She certainly enjoyed teasing and inflicting pain for sexual pleasure.

“Feel how tight your ball sac is,” she laughed, then added in her commanding voice: “Keep stroking James.” She relaxed her tight grip on my scrotum but kept massaging and returned to playing with my nipples. Pulses of pain continued to emanate from my balls and seemed to echo in my temples but I began stroking again. Mum noisily slobbered over my nipple and rocked back and forth as if she was being fucked from behind. As the pain from my balls turned to a dull ache I felt the desire return to my cock and the pleasure from having my nipples played with. After a few minutes I was rocking once again. Then I felt her teeth nibbling. Not biting hard but just enough to make me gasp, grunt and squirm again.

She took her mouth from my nipple and kissed me, her tongue rolling around my gums. My tongue met hers and she sucked it hard into her mouth. I winced at the fresh pain in my frenulum, still sensitive from earlier. Mum kept sucking, her tongue lapping at the underside of mine.

“Right. Turn over. On your knees, James. Facing the headboard,” she announced, kneeling upright once more. “Keep stroking.”

I rolled over and supported myself on one arm, feeling very aware that this was a position that exposed my most private areas. What had mum got in mind?

“Spread your legs wider, sweetie,” she purred. “Wider still. That’s it. Oh, look at those thigh muscles. You really are developing into quite an athlete. Maybe not as athletic as your little sister: have you seen her thigh muscles? All that running, swimming and gymnastics. Not an ounce of fat on her. Nor on you. And your cock muscle’s so well developed; bigger than a lot of adults I know,” she continued and ran her hands over my stomach and buttocks. She pulled my ass cheeks apart. I could feel my bum hole stretching and opening and I jerked as she prodded it with a fingernail.

Then she pivoted on her back and was laid with her head under my cock. “What a view. My son’s hard cock being pumped just above my face. And look at those balls dangling and swinging. So full of thick, hot creamy spunk that would absolutely cover my face. I’ll bet it tastes so good. And I haven’t had breakfast yet. Bet that spunk’s tastier than yoghurt. Do you think so, James? Do you think your spunk’s tastier than yoghurt?

“I don’t know, Lana” I breathed, the effort of maintaining the position and wanking at the same time straining my muscles. “I’ve never tasted my spunk. I’m hoping you can tell me how tasty it is when I’m allowed to come.” I was hoping she would take a hint and let me release my pent-up juices.

“Oh, not quite yet,” she laughed. “But it would be a treat if you could let me have some of your delicious pre-cum. Can you squeeze me some out, lover?”

I looked down along my body. Mum was laid with her mouth wide open. I guided the tip of my cock to just above her lips then gripped it tightly and stroked to the head. A sliver of pre-cum slowly dangled towards mum’s mouth but refused to break off. I let it dangle for a while then stroked again. This helped propel the juice. I closed my fingers over my Jap’s eye and guided the rest to mum’s mouth, wiping it on her lips.

She swung out from under me and positioned her self between my legs. Pulling my cheeks apart again she began licking around my bum, as I had done to her. Now I knew why she wanted my pre-cum. I felt her spit it at my hole and then felt her tongue penetrating. Her tongue! Stranger and stranger, I thought. My natural instinct was to clench, which I did. But mum persisted, the tip of her tongue pushing its way into my tight opening. Only gays liked to have their arses penetrated; that was my thinking at the time. But as mum licked and prodded I enjoyed the feel of her tongue on the sensitive skin inside my little hole. I relaxed more and felt her delve deeper. The sight between my legs was such a turn-on. Beyond my balls mum’s tits were swinging as she thrust her head back and forth. A fresh sliver of pre-cum was dancing and stretched from my cock to the bed sheet. A tiny pool formed where it landed. My balls were dangling low and bouncing as I stroked.

Then mum stopped licking my arse and ran her tongue along my perineum to my balls. She licked and sucked on the folds of skin then sucked one of my balls into her mouth. I tensed, expecting it to hurt but mum gently suckled first one, then the other ball. As well as the sliver of pre-cum I could see a more substantial curtain of saliva running of mum’s chin as she noisily sucked at me. I could feel myself getting close to coming again and imagined it was my dad she was sucking. Worked a treat.

With a slurping sound and a smack of her lips mum sat back. “Phew! Hot work that. Look at the time! Time for some breakfast stroke lunch, I feel. Something light, though. And I need to pee. Go and put the kettle and toaster on, James. And see if the pussies need feeding. No need to get dressed. We’ll be coming back up here.”

With that she bounced off the bed into her bathroom. I got off the bed and stretched. I was stiff with being in the same position for so long. On the radio Tony Blackburn and Simon Bates were waffling. I heard the hiss splash of mum’s piss. It sounded like a flood. Much more interesting than the 2 DJs. I looked in the wardrobe mirror. My cock was still hard and standing up. I felt pleased with myself and wondered what mum had planned next. I wanted to come in her again so badly.

On the way down stairs I laughed to myself as I saw my cock bouncing wildly with each step. I didn’t normally walk around the house naked so that was yet another new experience. In the kitchen I filled the kettle and turned it on. I had expected the cats to come demanding, as they had got used to me feeding them in the morning, but neither were around. So I put some of their food in their bowls. There was a cat flap in the back door, so they could come and go as they pleased, but I opened the door and shouted for them. Not seeing them I closed the door. They could use their flap if they wanted. As I went back into the kitchen they were both sat there looking at me in that cat way that says: ‘Yes, can I help you?’ I pointed to their bowls but they both declined. I shrugged and sliced bread for the toaster then poured myself a bowl of cereal. The cats continued to scrutinise me.

Just then mum came into the kitchen. I was amazed. In the short time I’d been downstairs she’d applied her Siouxsie makeup; pale face powder, highlighted cheeks, black lipstick and a mix of white and black eyeliner and shadow, pencilled eyebrows. And her studded dog collar. I felt my cock begin to twitch. Both cats immediately meowed and walked towards her, their tails straight in the air, then curled themselves around her legs. She bent and stroked them both.

“Huh. They ignored me,” I huffed.

“Pussies prefer pussies. Don’t you darlings?” she trilled in a sing-song voices I could associate with mum.

“And they don’t want their food,” I continued.

“Maybe they’ve eaten already,” she replied then addressed the cats. “Have you eaten already? Have you?” The cats purred.

“I’ve put the bread in the toaster. What do you want with it, mum?”

“Lana.”

“Sorry. What would you like with your toast, Lana?”

“Mmm, honey and orange juice for energy. I’ll brew the coffee.”

It was more than slightly surreal to be sat naked with mum in our kitchen having breakfast. We didn’t converse. She fussed with the cats and I sat thinking about what had happened and what was likely to happen next. I was still waiting for her to become mum again and tell me it had all been a big mistake that we should forget. Instead, once we had finished our food she simply said: “Shall we?” and reached her hand out to me. She walked up the stairs ahead of me and I relished watching each sway of her taut hips.

As we reached the bedroom Nick Lowe’s Cruel to be Kind was playing. I hoped it wasn’t a portent of things to come. Mum bounced on the bed and assumed her kneeling with her legs together, hands on knees pose. “All refreshed and ready to get it on again?”

“Ready when you are, Lena,” I smiled.

“I think you deserve a taste of the sweet stuff, James. So now I’d love for you to get me off using your mouth only on my tits and snatch. You can touch anywhere else with your mouth or hands. Freak me out, babes.”

I was still getting used to words like ‘tits’ and ‘snatch’ coming out of mum’s mouth. Then again, it helped emphasise the illicit nature of what we were doing and made it even more exciting. “Lie on your back with your legs closed and your arms at your sides, Lana,” I said.

She did do, shuffling her backside into the mattress like a ground bird nesting, a contented look on her face. I was tempted to taste her nipples but didn’t want to rush things. Truth be told it took all my willpower to resist spreading her legs and burying my face in her ladygarden. So instead I lay beside her, propping myself up on my right elbow. I leant down and licked her lips with the point of my tongue. I tasted the sweet traces of honey and orange juice mixed with the waxy feel of her lipstick as I circled my tongue. I licked inside, exploring the soft feel of her gums against the underside then the top of my tongue. Mum opened her mouth and used her tongue to lick at mine. I smelled the sharp taste of coffee on her breath as we kissed and tongue wrestled.

As we continued kissing I lightly stroked and caressed her arms and stomach. I traced my fingers my fingers down from her belly-button until I felt her bush. Mum juddered and gasped in my mouth. I caressed the soft hairs then gathered them in my fist and pulled until I felt them stretch. Adrian Juste played Dollar’s saccharine Love’s Got a Hold on Me on the radio. Mum moaned and I felt her stomach muscles clench. I wasn’t sure if it was me or the music that was responsible. I pulled harder. Mum moaned harder and sucked on my tongue. I was responsible. My relaxed cock began twitching and hardening against her thigh. Keeping my grip on her pubes I rubbed the heel of my hand in a circular motion on her pubic bone. Mum bucked and groaned even more.

Our mixed saliva leaked from the side of mum’s mouth and ran down over her cheek. I lapped it up and swallowed. Time to taste mum’s tit. I licked down over her neck and felt a tinge of excitement as my tongue followed a blue vein and neared her nipple. My cock jolted as I felt the rough areola. I licked at the erect nipple. It surprised me that there was no discernible taste beyond a hint of saltiness. Nevertheless I flicked at it, enjoying the texture of it and the resistance as it twanged against my tongue. Closing my lips around it I sucked hard, trapping it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. Mum gasped and whimpered and she gripped the sheet in both her fists and I now applied pressure to her tit and pubic area.

Paul Gambaccini’s American accent announced Maxine Nightingale’s Lead Me On. Mum joined in as she **** the lines: ‘But I feel the yearn to love you, Even though I know it's wrong’. She knew the lyrics but merely gasped at times, unable to get the words out, as she responded to my ministrations. I released her pubes and pushed her right leg up and open, feeling the heat from her sex as I did so. I stroked down the edge of her groin to her inner thigh, taking care to avoid her swollen labia and brushed my fingernails back and forth. Mum whimpered, opened her leg wider and raised her hips off the bed.

I slid my hand from her groin to her free tit, took the nipple and rolled it firmly between my forefinger and thumb. I closed my teeth over the other one and bit slightly. Mum groaned loudly and both her hands clasped my head as her legs thrashed then stiffened. I continued this treatment, listening to mum’s gasps and whimpers and loved the feel of her fingers dragging through my hair and pawing at my scalp. “Yes! Oh, yes!” she gasped, over and over. Her hips now moved as if she was being fucked, both legs bent and raised wide.

Taking my mouth from her tit I kissed her passionately on the lips and rolled between her open legs. My cock was hard and leaking again. Taking her right tit in my free hand I supported myself on my elbows and let my stomach rest just below hers, then began stroking up and down. My balls were just below her pubic bone, slapping on her clit. The pressure of her pubic bone on the base of my erection was divine. Mum increased it by locking her ankles behind my hips and squeezing hard.

Both of us began panting hard with the effort of riding each other. I took my mouth from hers, gasping for breath and she locked her mouth on my neck. Her hands grasped my shoulders then my hips, then my waist, pulling me into her, whilst she writhed and bucked. “That’s it!” was her repeated new mantra, between moans, squeaks and gasps. We were breathing hard and I could feel sweat on my forehead and mum’s neck. My balls wet-slapped against her slit. Pre-cum coated our stomachs and I knew if I didn’t stop thrusting I’d come all over her belly.

“Eat me! Lick my clit!” mum cried, pushing my head down her body. She released her legs from my hips, bending them back so her ankles were level with her head. I licked down over her sticky torso, tasting a mixture of my pre-cum, sweat and salt. Mum’s belly rose and fell hard and fast as she continued writhing. A little pool of moisture had formed in her belly button. I dipped my tongue and slurped, swallowing the viscous mixture. I took my hands from her nipples and supported her thighs, pushing her legs back further along her heaving body. And looked close-up at her cunt. The puffy outer lips were now open wide. The pink and scarlet interior lips were glistening with her juices. These too were spread, showing the dark interior of her quim, which pulsed open and closed like the mouth of a goldfish. If the mouth of a goldfish was surrounded by short, blonde hairs.

The wonderful smell of mum’s sex filled my nostrils again. I sniffed heavily, taking in the heady scent; a mixture of mum’s pussy juice, my spunk and I suspected pee, all trapped in her pubes. My cock twitched hard in response. A sticky trail of her juices ran from her slit over her perineum to the dark-skinned circle of her arsehole. I bent and once again lapped at the little hole. The touch of my tongue made mum thrash even more. She shrieked a loud ‘eeeeee’ and both her hands on the back of my head forced my face hard against her sodden, hot openings. My nose was in her pussy. Mum was writhing fast and my face was soon covered in her sticky secretions. Gasping for breath I licked up and slid my tongue into her gash. It felt like French kissing but, although the skin was soft, the hole felt harder, more resistant. Just like it had felt when mum trapped my tongue in her mouth and sucked hard. And there was a slight metallic taste and tingle on my tongue. I probed as deep as I could, feeling all around the opening, marvelling at the feel of the hot, slippery tissue. And hardly believing that I was licking out a fanny. For a moment I couldn’t wait to tell the lads at school I had gone down on a girl; then remembered just who the ‘girl’ was.

Mum pulled my mouth along her slit. “My clit, baby,” she panted. “My clit.”

My tongue found the smooth little nubbin and flicked at it. Mum screamed and laughed at the same time, her body arching then pulling away from me. She pulled my hair, forcing me to look up at her face. Under the makeup I could see that it was flushed. With a pained look of pleasure she instructed me: “Gently, James. It’s very sensitive. Gently.” Then placed my face back to her sex again.

With the tip of my tongue I found the little mound and lightly flicked it. “That’s it. Just like that,” sighed mum. “Just like that.”

I felt her body relax as I licked on and around the erect button. She went very quiet as I used the tip and sides of my tongue on her clit. The crinkly pubes rubbed against my nose and the sides of my mouth, contrasting with her smooth interior. The heat and scent were both incredible as I lapped, feeling juices run down my chin. I sucked at mum’s hole, gulping down the runny mess, then placed my mouth over her clit and gently sucked, forming a vacuum around it. Mum moaned and rubbed her fingers through my hair, so I knew I could carry on. Trying not to break the seal I breathed through my nose and sucked harder and licked at her clit. I felt mum’s nails dig into my scalp as she gave a long, throaty groan that turned into a growl. She began grinding on my face again, a strained ‘Ohhhh’ escaping with each thrust.

With my right hand I traced a line from her thigh to her anus and circled the wet little hole with my index finger. Mum’s ‘Ohhhhs’ turned to high-pitched yelps, sounding like she’s touched a hot oven and she began bucking faster. I couldn’t resist. I put my fingertip to her bum and began inserting it. It slipped in half an inch. Mum’s bum hole clamped around it and she called for Jesus. I pulled it out and let the build-up of drool in my mouth dribble down to her arse. Using it as lube I slipped it in again, twisting it to ease it up the tight passage. And resumed licking the little prominent clit. Gradually I was able to get my finger up to my second knuckle and then fully in as I felt her sphincter relax. Another new experience for me! The grip of mum’s arse felt so tight and she was once again grinding and forcing my face to her clit. I began fingering her, pulling my digit almost out then thrusting it back in and increased the rhythm to match my clit licking.

Mum went wild, thrashing about. Her legs dropped to my shoulders and then her feet fell to the mattress, her hands clawing at my hair, then her nipples, then gripping the sheet. “My darling boy,” she groaned. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” I didn’t stop. I added my big finger to my index in her bum. That sent her over the edge. She raised her bum from the mattress and froze there, trapping my head between her thighs. I could feel the tension of every one of her muscles. From the pit of her stomach she released a loud groan and collapsed back to the mattress, sobbing and groaning, her arms now flung out sideways. I continued to flick at her clit, each flick eliciting a jolt from mum. “Enough,” she panted. “Need a break.”

I gave one final lick from her clit to her arse and knelt up. “You taste so good, mum.”

“Lana,” she panted, but smiled.

She laid panting with a strained look on her flushed face. Her tongue flicked in and out of her mouth, licking her parched lips. Her breasts heaved as she breathed. I ran my hands along her thighs. Her legs were trembling. I felt hot myself and was breathing hard. She smiled when she saw me looking at her and reached shaky arms out, beckoning me. I laid on her and she took my head in her hands and licked the juices that covered my mouth and chin.

“What a perfect son,” she whispered. From the radio Dionne Warwick **** ‘I know I'll never love this way again’. “Wrong, Dionne!” laughed mum loudly. “You might not but I will!” Then she kissed me passionately. I rolled beside her and we held hands until our breathing settled down.

“I can’t believe I have come at least 10 times today already,” mum said.

“10!?” I said incredulously. “I thought you’d only come 3 times.”

“3 biggies, darling,” she replied, kissing the back of my hand. “There’s been quite a few not-so-big ones as well. Look! My legs are still shaking! I don’t know if I can even stand up. I’m certainly making up for lost time. And you,” she continued “are an absolutely perfect lover. Time for your reward. I’m going to show you what I can do with my mouth and then you get to decide which of my holes to fuck and come in. Deal?”

“Right on!” I chanted joyously. Robert Palmer **** I got a bad case of lovin' you. It seemed appropriate.

Mum let go of my hand and hers slid down my body. She palmed my semi-rigid cock, rubbing it up and down and in circles, pressing it against my belly. Leaning up on her elbow beside me she began kissing and licking my neck then closed her hand around my hard shaft and began slowly stroking it up and down. Just as slowly she licked her way down to my right nipple, flicking it with her tongue whilst noisily sucking on it. I moaned softly, wondering if and when mum would bite, nip or scratch one or more parts of me. However, she continued to lick around my chest and followed the faint line of developing hairs down to my belly. She moved, kneeling adjacent to my groin.

When her tongue touched my Jap’s eye my toes stiffened and my eyes watered. “Mmmmm. Yum-mee,” she purred, licking the pre-cum. I stroked her hair and shuddered as her tongue traced the sensitive rim of my fireman’s helmet. Round and round she circled, pulling my foreskin back and grasping the base of my cock. Then she closed her lips around it and sucked hard. It was my turn to claw the sheets. My stomach muscles tensed and I twitched as her wet tongue and mouth brought new sensations to my cock.

The papillae felt so rough against my helmet; I understood why mum yelped when I flicked her clit with mine. As I watched she began bobbing her head up and down, taking in more of my shaft. She slurped and licked and stroked, her head moving like one of the drinking bird toys. I reached down and stroked her pussy and clit. Mum made an appreciative sound and sucked in even more of my cock. Faster and deeper she sucked until most of my cock were inside her.

She then stopped sucking with a gasp and sat up. A flood of saliva slobbered and flowed from her mouth to my cock. Her eyes were watering and her mascara had smudged on her face, giving her a ravaged look. She gave a nervous little laugh and resumed wanking me, faster than before, then once again took my cock in her mouth. She gulped the entire length of my shaft and gagged, more saliva spurting from her mouth. I could feel her throat tensing on my cock head as she gagged and expected her to pull out. However, she controlled the reflex and began nodding again. I thrust 2 fingers into her sticky pussy. We kept sucking, wanking and fingering until my shaft, balls and mum’s pussy were sodden. I was amazed that I was able to control myself.

Taking my cock from her mouth once again mum noisily slurped the curtain of saliva and wiped her hand across her mouth. “You like that?” she asked throatily.

“Love it, Lena.”

“Just move down the bed a bit,” she said. “I think you might like this.” I did as she asked. She swung her leg over my body so her pussy was just above my face and she returned to sucking me off. I grasped her hips and pulled her sex to my mouth. As I flicked at her clit I felt her mouth tighten as she bobbed and sucked. We kept this up for some time and I began to wonder if I should come in mum’s mouth or fuck her pussy again. I decided I wanted to fuck her doggy style.

Mum sat up suddenly. “Did you hear something?” she asked.

As I was about to reply in the negative a voice from downstairs called: “HEL-LO-OH! I’M BA-ACK!” Janis!

“Jesus!” mum hissed. “She must be early. What time is it?” The question was rhetorical. “You need to go to your room. I’ll go down and see to her. And James. Save your spunk for me. Even if we have to wait until tonight I want to feel your cock emptying itself in me. So no coming until it’s inside me. You dig, babes?”

I nodded.

“Right, quietly back to your room. See you soon,” she said and kissed me. Then called in her sing-song voice: “HELLO, DARLING” BE DOWN IN A MINUTE!” I tiptoed along the room, picking up my shorts and made my way to my room. I closed the door behind me and pulled on my shorts. I cursed my sister for ruining the best time of my life. At least my cock had returned to a sedate state. The thought of Janis catching me and mum had made sure of that.

I picked up a comic and lay on my bed. Vampirella probably wasn’t the wisest choice. Seeing the character and her scantily-clad body just caused flashbacks to my session with mum. I could feel my cock twitching again. Raising my hand to my nose and lips I could smell, taste and feel her. That made it ever worse. If I wasn’t careful I’d soon be pummelling my length to an eye-watering orgasm. She wanted to resume our session today or tonight; she said so and I’d told her I would save my jizz for her. That would keep me going. In the meantime I needed something to do to take my mind off it. Some chemistry revision. I sighed, disappointed with my lot.

As I was preparing to go to my desk the door opened slowly. My heart started thumping with excitement. Mum was coming to fuck me! But it was Janis who appeared through the door and closed it behind her.

“What do you want?” I grumbled.

Looking at me with distaste she replied: “I saw what you and mum were doing!”