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After the passing Pt4
He knew she would keep her word… she had told him to, “come to her room at eight,” knowing that by then she would be ready and have had chance of a shower and dressing appropriately. He, she knew would be champing at the bit, but she wanted this to be special for the lad, truth to tell she was looking forward to it herself.
She chose her underclothing carefully added stockings rather than the hold ups or tights she usually wore and then came a cream suit that she favoured, she showered, did her hair, dressed herself and did her makeup as if she was going on a first date, then looking in the full length mirror on the wardrobe she appraised the image looking back with a glow like a schoolgirl as passable. She grinned at herself then glancing at the clock muttered “steady old girl, he`s your son!
Then added a dab more perfume as a finishing touch! it was the bottle of Lilly of the valley, that Melvin had brought for that last christmas, she looked at it and smiled wistfully, remembering good times and the more frequent bad ones, then placed it back on the dresser, muttered, “your being replace matey,” then tidied the bedding once more and pouring herself a stiff drink swept out, it was ten to eight.
At precisely eight the knock on her door came just as she knew it would, she was sat glass in hand sipping something strong, desperately trying to calm herself and stop her ripping off his clothing the second he arrived! “Come in” she called, and the lad opened the door standing there neatly attired in his best tee shirt and jeans, his hair combed and his eyes sparkling, as she stood to greet him.
There was a silent moment, each appraising the other, he said as if a little overawed, “God mum, you look a million dollars, I wondered, well fantasized… what you would wear, if you would be in perhaps a nighty, or something, but this is, is magic …great…thank you so much for bothering mum” he went on that he didn’t quite know what to wear himself, whether to come in his suit or his jim-jams… it was an awkward moment. She put her glass on the mantle-shelf, steadying herself, then turning to him and saying, “let`s get this straight, as your lover, your date, even your whore, I am not your Mum, you can call me Beryl, B, or just slut if you feel it appropriate, but never ever call me mum when we are together like this…OK?” he nodded his understanding, then stepping forward he kissed her, her lips tasting of the alcohol, but not hot or passionate, and she made no move to hug him and he knew instinctively of the internal struggle she was having balancing her desires against her motherly instincts.
Before he left his room his aunt had popped into speak with him, perhaps warn him of this, she had kissed him passionately, wished him luck and said that her sister may have a few problems as it is against all of the things throughout her life she had come to belive in, so far as, coming to terms with the fact it was to her i****t, so he wasn’t to expect her to be her usual self, these things take time!
With this in mind he stepped back now and showing a lot of maturity, he said how much he respected her, told her he had always loved her (carefully avoiding, since c***dhood or referring to her as his mother) and saying that he felt he could never call her his whore, nor yet Beryl, so he would call her ‘B’ and as such could she, ‘ B’ please, show him how to be a man.
The little speech was like an on switch, instantly she changed, her arms came up pulled him too her and she kissed him again, this time with a passion that was beyond anything that had gone before, the outside world was forgotten, suddenly there was just two people, this vision in cream and this rampant virgin youth who was here to learn, her fingers unzipped him , undid that one button and slid away his jeans his eyes closed as she held his rampant manhood then to his horror he began to climax, seed spewing from his very core. He felt he had fallen at the first hurdle, his heart heavy as he looked down but her sticky finger touched his lips, in the signal for silence and she said, “that’s normal my sweetheart, and it shows me you can and care!” She told him to undress, even stepping back so he could bend and remove the jeans, in a trice he was stood naked for her his tool re-taking the stiffness he had had since her announcement at tea. He stood now his eyes on hers, waiting, perhaps for some signal some sign, but she stood silently waiting for the penny to drop and for him to take charge.
His fingers all atremble he raised his hand to her jacket buttons his eyes never wavering from hers, knowing by her inaction that this was what she wanted, needed, had desired perhaps, but could not bring herself to take the lead, or be the irresponsible adult. Three big gold coloured buttons and her jacket slid from her shoulders, and he laid it almost reverently on a chair. he lifted her left hand, unbuttoned the cuff of her white and frilly blouse, he kissed the hand and like a zombie she stood as the lad dropped the arm and collected the other, again the ritual kiss, and the button and his fingers went to the six or more pearly buttons holding the blouse together. As the blouse opened she leant forward and kissed him, as if she had made up her mind, she herself slipped the thin white blouse off, her white silky bra catching the light as she threw the item in the direction of the jacket on the chai, it slithered to the floor, but no notice was taken and his hands cupped the twin orbs his fascination since he didn’t know when, he leant to kiss each encased nipple in turn, his arms around her waist, fingers finding the clasp of her skirt the zip pushing the thing down until gravity dropped it from her, both making no move to pick it from where it was, knowing it didn’t matter… her bra was wet with his drool as he chewed on first one encased nipple and then its mate, her hands holding his head as if loathe to let him stop, her body absorbing his worship like a sponge taking in water, she whispered seductively for him to, “take it off, go on, please… you can…” his hands that had been resting on her hips, sprang to the clip and with a snap it was loose, she had chosen well, the cups lost their tension his hands eased off the straps and at last her armour fell leaving those fabulous tits to his gaze and touch, he savoured the softness, the smooth skin the erect plump nipples and the dark areola, he kissed then fondled them and loved them, her head thrown back, as she went with the flow the bra dangling from her arms and hanging at her front, till she flipped it away to rest on the floor somewhere. His hands on her buttocks now, hot and supple as he kneaded the dough of her backside, his tongue doing unspeakable things to her nipples and messages hitting her little grey cells were telling her this was sublime, and that this lover really was her lover, while raising memories of her ate husband and the pain he loved to inflict.
She murmured “Yes, Yes, oh yes, he took it as her permission and the panties, began their decent, here was the holy grail, perfection, his hands became his eyes, sliding like a blind man`s touch over the soft full backside, finding the suspender belt strap`s, the stocking tops the hairy mons, dare his hands touch her sex, dare he run those itching finger`s into the slot of life that he had so coveted, much, like the ones on those films, that wet opening, that wonder of wonders, that chasm that most of these females protected at every chance they had… his heartbeat like a base drum now, his teeth nipping unsupervised at her right nipple, as he made up his mind and at long last his fingers played on the lips he had so long wanted to touch.
Her cry of “OH” and “YESSS” told him he was not unwelcome and he moved down to look, kneeling at her feet to gaze at her pubic area, like a love-sick faun. Knowing her own body best, she caught his hand, pulled him to his feet and dragged him through to her bed, kicking off her heels as she went, she lay on the bedspread wearing only those stockings, suspender belt and her jewellery, just earing`s and a neckless in glittering gold catching the bedside lamplight like her eyes as she slowly opened her legs for him to see her the better.
He sat at the bottom of her bed, rolled onto his side up between her silky legs and looked for long seconds deep into his mother`s pinky brown labia, the soft lips damp and quivering with anticipation he felt her stockinged foot reach for his stiff tool the toes stroking him in a way that begged him do more. His right hand quick to slide up the silky thigh to find those lips soft and crinkly, fingertips tracing them to the top, finding the hood , then the button, touching it favouring it, caressing it, her groans echoing round the room as his tongue stretched to find it, this tiny oh so important nub.
Her groans rising to a guttural scream of pleasure as his tongue lapped at her little ‘lady prick’ she began to climax, just like the mum in the film, her eye`s rolling her head back end breathing heavy his chin suddenly wet, he knew this was the time, his time so he wriggled up her body kissing her as he went, belly breasts throat then lips a she slid his stiffness into her hot and ready slot. The feelings beyond words as he began the dance that he had so often watched on screens it was not to last long this sublime feeling of mastery, this euphoria, his balls tightened and he felt his seed transfer pump, pump, pump a feeling beyond any so far in his life as she writhed and bucked under him crying out her joy as she received his hot seed deep into her belly.
They lay for a long time still conjoined, her satisfied arms round him, his rampant tool at last, sated at least temporally, he was a man this lover of hers, this hansom youngster, and she was proud of him as he began to snore, just as his father used too…and she smiled
He knew she would keep her word… she had told him to, “come to her room at eight,” knowing that by then she would be ready and have had chance of a shower and dressing appropriately. He, she knew would be champing at the bit, but she wanted this to be special for the lad, truth to tell she was looking forward to it herself.
She chose her underclothing carefully added stockings rather than the hold ups or tights she usually wore and then came a cream suit that she favoured, she showered, did her hair, dressed herself and did her makeup as if she was going on a first date, then looking in the full length mirror on the wardrobe she appraised the image looking back with a glow like a schoolgirl as passable. She grinned at herself then glancing at the clock muttered “steady old girl, he`s your son!
Then added a dab more perfume as a finishing touch! it was the bottle of Lilly of the valley, that Melvin had brought for that last christmas, she looked at it and smiled wistfully, remembering good times and the more frequent bad ones, then placed it back on the dresser, muttered, “your being replace matey,” then tidied the bedding once more and pouring herself a stiff drink swept out, it was ten to eight.
At precisely eight the knock on her door came just as she knew it would, she was sat glass in hand sipping something strong, desperately trying to calm herself and stop her ripping off his clothing the second he arrived! “Come in” she called, and the lad opened the door standing there neatly attired in his best tee shirt and jeans, his hair combed and his eyes sparkling, as she stood to greet him.
There was a silent moment, each appraising the other, he said as if a little overawed, “God mum, you look a million dollars, I wondered, well fantasized… what you would wear, if you would be in perhaps a nighty, or something, but this is, is magic …great…thank you so much for bothering mum” he went on that he didn’t quite know what to wear himself, whether to come in his suit or his jim-jams… it was an awkward moment. She put her glass on the mantle-shelf, steadying herself, then turning to him and saying, “let`s get this straight, as your lover, your date, even your whore, I am not your Mum, you can call me Beryl, B, or just slut if you feel it appropriate, but never ever call me mum when we are together like this…OK?” he nodded his understanding, then stepping forward he kissed her, her lips tasting of the alcohol, but not hot or passionate, and she made no move to hug him and he knew instinctively of the internal struggle she was having balancing her desires against her motherly instincts.
Before he left his room his aunt had popped into speak with him, perhaps warn him of this, she had kissed him passionately, wished him luck and said that her sister may have a few problems as it is against all of the things throughout her life she had come to belive in, so far as, coming to terms with the fact it was to her i****t, so he wasn’t to expect her to be her usual self, these things take time!
With this in mind he stepped back now and showing a lot of maturity, he said how much he respected her, told her he had always loved her (carefully avoiding, since c***dhood or referring to her as his mother) and saying that he felt he could never call her his whore, nor yet Beryl, so he would call her ‘B’ and as such could she, ‘ B’ please, show him how to be a man.
The little speech was like an on switch, instantly she changed, her arms came up pulled him too her and she kissed him again, this time with a passion that was beyond anything that had gone before, the outside world was forgotten, suddenly there was just two people, this vision in cream and this rampant virgin youth who was here to learn, her fingers unzipped him , undid that one button and slid away his jeans his eyes closed as she held his rampant manhood then to his horror he began to climax, seed spewing from his very core. He felt he had fallen at the first hurdle, his heart heavy as he looked down but her sticky finger touched his lips, in the signal for silence and she said, “that’s normal my sweetheart, and it shows me you can and care!” She told him to undress, even stepping back so he could bend and remove the jeans, in a trice he was stood naked for her his tool re-taking the stiffness he had had since her announcement at tea. He stood now his eyes on hers, waiting, perhaps for some signal some sign, but she stood silently waiting for the penny to drop and for him to take charge.
His fingers all atremble he raised his hand to her jacket buttons his eyes never wavering from hers, knowing by her inaction that this was what she wanted, needed, had desired perhaps, but could not bring herself to take the lead, or be the irresponsible adult. Three big gold coloured buttons and her jacket slid from her shoulders, and he laid it almost reverently on a chair. he lifted her left hand, unbuttoned the cuff of her white and frilly blouse, he kissed the hand and like a zombie she stood as the lad dropped the arm and collected the other, again the ritual kiss, and the button and his fingers went to the six or more pearly buttons holding the blouse together. As the blouse opened she leant forward and kissed him, as if she had made up her mind, she herself slipped the thin white blouse off, her white silky bra catching the light as she threw the item in the direction of the jacket on the chai, it slithered to the floor, but no notice was taken and his hands cupped the twin orbs his fascination since he didn’t know when, he leant to kiss each encased nipple in turn, his arms around her waist, fingers finding the clasp of her skirt the zip pushing the thing down until gravity dropped it from her, both making no move to pick it from where it was, knowing it didn’t matter… her bra was wet with his drool as he chewed on first one encased nipple and then its mate, her hands holding his head as if loathe to let him stop, her body absorbing his worship like a sponge taking in water, she whispered seductively for him to, “take it off, go on, please… you can…” his hands that had been resting on her hips, sprang to the clip and with a snap it was loose, she had chosen well, the cups lost their tension his hands eased off the straps and at last her armour fell leaving those fabulous tits to his gaze and touch, he savoured the softness, the smooth skin the erect plump nipples and the dark areola, he kissed then fondled them and loved them, her head thrown back, as she went with the flow the bra dangling from her arms and hanging at her front, till she flipped it away to rest on the floor somewhere. His hands on her buttocks now, hot and supple as he kneaded the dough of her backside, his tongue doing unspeakable things to her nipples and messages hitting her little grey cells were telling her this was sublime, and that this lover really was her lover, while raising memories of her ate husband and the pain he loved to inflict.
She murmured “Yes, Yes, oh yes, he took it as her permission and the panties, began their decent, here was the holy grail, perfection, his hands became his eyes, sliding like a blind man`s touch over the soft full backside, finding the suspender belt strap`s, the stocking tops the hairy mons, dare his hands touch her sex, dare he run those itching finger`s into the slot of life that he had so coveted, much, like the ones on those films, that wet opening, that wonder of wonders, that chasm that most of these females protected at every chance they had… his heartbeat like a base drum now, his teeth nipping unsupervised at her right nipple, as he made up his mind and at long last his fingers played on the lips he had so long wanted to touch.
Her cry of “OH” and “YESSS” told him he was not unwelcome and he moved down to look, kneeling at her feet to gaze at her pubic area, like a love-sick faun. Knowing her own body best, she caught his hand, pulled him to his feet and dragged him through to her bed, kicking off her heels as she went, she lay on the bedspread wearing only those stockings, suspender belt and her jewellery, just earing`s and a neckless in glittering gold catching the bedside lamplight like her eyes as she slowly opened her legs for him to see her the better.
He sat at the bottom of her bed, rolled onto his side up between her silky legs and looked for long seconds deep into his mother`s pinky brown labia, the soft lips damp and quivering with anticipation he felt her stockinged foot reach for his stiff tool the toes stroking him in a way that begged him do more. His right hand quick to slide up the silky thigh to find those lips soft and crinkly, fingertips tracing them to the top, finding the hood , then the button, touching it favouring it, caressing it, her groans echoing round the room as his tongue stretched to find it, this tiny oh so important nub.
Her groans rising to a guttural scream of pleasure as his tongue lapped at her little ‘lady prick’ she began to climax, just like the mum in the film, her eye`s rolling her head back end breathing heavy his chin suddenly wet, he knew this was the time, his time so he wriggled up her body kissing her as he went, belly breasts throat then lips a she slid his stiffness into her hot and ready slot. The feelings beyond words as he began the dance that he had so often watched on screens it was not to last long this sublime feeling of mastery, this euphoria, his balls tightened and he felt his seed transfer pump, pump, pump a feeling beyond any so far in his life as she writhed and bucked under him crying out her joy as she received his hot seed deep into her belly.
They lay for a long time still conjoined, her satisfied arms round him, his rampant tool at last, sated at least temporally, he was a man this lover of hers, this hansom youngster, and she was proud of him as he began to snore, just as his father used too…and she smiled
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