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This one just came out over the course of Friday morning. It’s hot off the keyboard and hasn’t even had a read-through, which means there will be typos and errors. I’ve got to get out and do some shopping now, so here it is as an unedited piece. I hope the errors don’t detract too much from your enjoyment of the scene.

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Ricky – Cambridgeshire, UK – 28th of August 2020

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The first voice I heard was my mother’s. She said, “We can’t take too long, my husband’s due home.”

The second voice belonged to Caspar, the regular driver the company used. He said, “So stop talking and suck this.”

It shocked me to hear my mother’s dark chuckle. It was a sly, clandestine sound which set something adrift inside me – something nasty and wrong, a kind of sexual excitement tinged with taboo. My cock was already hard and I felt the urge to get it out and stroke it, appalled yet thrilled by my mother cuckolding my dad with Caspar. It was wrong and twisted but it aroused me to think about my mother’s adulterous fucking.

Then I got another shock when I heard a third voice put in, “I don’t believe it, Cas. I mean, you said she was sexy but--”

“Look, we haven’t got time,” my mother said, cutting the third one off.

I had no idea who he was but realised the whole scene was down to Caspar. The other man was his friend and Caspar had introduced him to my mother.

“I don’t want my husband walking in on us fucking,” my mother continued. “So get a move on. One of you fuck me and I’ll suck the other’s cock.”

“I’m in first,” Caspar said.

“I want to fuck her, too,” I heard the third one say.

“You can but I’m in her first,” Caspar said.

Desperate to see, I took a huge risk and shifted position behind the stack of boxes. We were in her studio, what was once a barn for storing apples but since converted into a place where my mother could do all her arty stuff: painting; sculpting; photography … afternoon threesomes.

“Caspar, the condom,” my mother said as I dared to peep from cover.

“Aw, Avril,” Caspar said all pouty and petulant.

The sight of my mother on all fours hit me like a physical blow. She was on her hands and knees, skirt around her waist, blouse unbuttoned. She must have scooped her large breasts from her bra at some point in the run-up to me peeping around the boxes because the first indelible image, which is now seared into my consciousness, is of her tits cantilevered over the cups, swinging and swaying as she swivelled around to look back at Caspar. Caspar himself was on his feet, suit trousers at his ankles while he stroked a robust erection and looked down at my mother, the third one down on his knees, his cock also in his fist.

“You know I won’t take you bareback,” my mother said, stern and intractable. I knew she meant it by the look on her face and the tone of her voice. Her expression was exactly the same as when she told me off for some misdemeanour, but I was thinking more about how she and Caspar had obviously fucked before.

“Yeah, all right,” Caspar said.

Then, as Caspar took a small packet out of the inner pocket of his suit jacket, my mother faced forward and grinned at the man in front of her. He was also wearing a suit, the same colour and style as Caspar’s. That detail told me he worked for the same company as Caspar – a door-to-door limousine service my mother used to get around town. It was a notch or three up from Uber but she could afford it.

“I shouldn’t let you both do this to me,” my mother said as she reached for the cock. “I mean, my husband’s due back. He’s gone to collect our daughter from uni so I’m taking a risk. I shouldn’t, but I will.”

I gulped, swallowing down on the horror and lust as I gawked at the unbelievable sight of my beautiful mother sucking a cock.

“Fucking hell, Cas,” the third one gasped as my mother glommed his dick, “you weren’t lying about her.”

Caspar was rolling the condom over his cock and didn’t look up from the task as he said, “Told you she was dirty.”

Caspar finished fiddling with the prophylactic sheath and got down on his knees and, when he touched my mother’s hip, without her pausing as she slurped and slobbered over the cock in front of her, my mother shifted her knees and angled her pelvis to offer her pussy to Caspar.

“God, yes, give it to me,” my mother groaned as Caspar slid in.

She had one hand braced against the rug, a straight arm supporting her weight while the other was on the third one’s cock, stroking it with an uneven, distracted action as her head lolled forward and her hair fell in a screen over her face.

My mother moaned again as she let the cock slip from her lips, creasing at the waist to throw a glazed-eyed glance at Caspar. Then she mumbled, “I love that fat-fucking-cock.” The words came out clotted and thick with her need as my mother thrust back and I watched what little spare flesh she carried on her hips ripple with the force of the action.

Her expression cleared after she let go of the third one’s cock for a moment and flicked her hair from her face. Then, while she looked back at Caspar, she snarled out an urgent, “Stretch me, Caspar. Don’t hang about. We haven’t got time. Just give it me hard. Fuck me like you mean it.”

By then I was tugging my dick, reckless with my own desperate urges as I stared at my mother spit-roasted on two hard cocks. Caspar was holding her hips so he could work his size in-and-out of her body. He was in his suit jacket, shirt, and tie, trousers loose at his shins, his face all twisted with whatever it was he was feeling as he fucked my mother and made her big boobs swing. He still had his shoes on, as did my mother, hers decorative high-heeled with straps at the ankles. I liked her shoes, liked them a lot. They were almost something I’ve seen in porn: elegant and stylish but which also shifted to slutty in the right setting. And fucking two men in her studio while her husband was on his way home was definitely one of those settings. At the front, while Caspar grunted and gasped, my mother wanked the third one’s cock down at its root, the bulb between her lips, the man’s heavy balls dangling like two sizeable pebbles off Brighton Beach. I didn’t recognise the man who had his cock in my mother’s mouth, but he was younger than her by at least fifteen years. My mother was 44, neither thin nor fat but with a very feminine shape she worked hard to maintain. She’s always immaculate, stylishly dressed and with minimal make-up. I’d recognised my mother’s aesthetic appeal before but hadn’t seen her as a sexual being. I knew she was attractive with her long hair, generous bosom, and shapely legs, but being her son, hadn’t thought too much about her and sex but, there she was fucking and sucking and I was tugging my cock while feasting my eyes on her body.

“I wanna fuck her, Cas,” the third one said as he stared at my mother.

I knew how he felt. That look on his face was about his need, his yearning to sink balls deep into the pussy. I knew because I felt it, too. She was my mother but the heat was on me and I was just about wild enough with the feelings to step out from behind the boxes and yank Caspar away so I could take his place.

“In a sec,” Caspar said through clenched teeth.

“You’re going to come?” my mother asked as she looked back.

“Soon,” Caspar said through a grunt.

“Go on,” my mother urged, fire behind her eyes. “Fuck me. Hard. Use my slutty married cunt.”

Caspar’s eyes went wide while I held the moan and worked at my cock. I could feel the surge bubbling inside me, the reaction to hearing my mother use language I’d never heard her use before.

“Oh fuck,” Caspar said, blurting it out like a surprise.

My mother was relentless, thrusting back while she also grinned up at the man in front of her, her fist working his cock.

“You need a condom, too,” she said. “My husband’s the only one who gets me bareback. You’ve got to use protection. When Caspar comes it’s your turn. You need to get ready.”

My mother groaned and let go of the cock when Caspar grunted and he started to twitch. Caspar thrust into my mother with short, spasming jabs, all of his length inside her as he gasped in time to the thrusts. I knew he was filling the condom with spunk, the stuff which would have flooded my mother had she not insisted he wear the sheath.

“Fuck, Avril,” Caspar gasped when he pulled his length from her body.

I boggled, disgusted yet fascinated to see the milky fluid weighing the condom’s teat so it jiggled around when Caspar moved.

“God, get back there and fuck me,” my mother gasped to the man at her front. She ignored Caspar, presumably because he was no further use. He’d shot his lust into the condom but my mother was still hot for the sex. “I need to come,” my mother continued, an arm under her body. The way she hissed the words and the glazed expression told me she was rubbing herself, probably teasing her clit as she tried for her climax. “I’m close but want a hard cock inside me when I do,” my mother finished through a low moan.

It didn’t work that way.

As my mother rubbed at herself, tits jiggling along with the action and Caspar groaned out his appreciation of my mother’s body and sexual appeal, and while I tugged at my cock and looked on, the third one grunted and sobbed out a warning, his fist moving over his shaft so fast it was almost a blur. Then, with a yelp from my mother, semen flicked out of the cock and hit her across the cheek. My mother flinched and squeaked out a curse, another burst of the stuff in her hair where it clung in a thick, glistening rope.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” the third one said in unnecessary commentary.

“No,” my mother gasped. “You arsehole. You wanker.”

I didn’t know if she was angry because he’d come before helping her to her orgasm, that he’d sprayed spunk over her cheek and into her hair, or because the goo was also raining down onto the rug. Maybe it was a combination of all three because my mother wasn’t happy at all.

“Aw, fucking hell, Mike,” Caspar put in. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Poor Mike, I had to feel sorry for him. Even as he was coming he got abuse from all sides. My mother called him names and Caspar made comments about how Mike had let him down and spoiled the fun. It was chaos for a minute or more, with my mother up on her feet, her body exposed to my stare while she dabbed at the spunk on her cheek and gasped out her anger on Mike.

“Get out of here now,” my mother spat, gorgeous in her rage. “Get him out, Caspar,” she said, boobs exposed, skirt around her hips, heels peck-pecking the wooden flooring when she stepped off the cum-stained rug.

“Avril, I’m sorry,” Caspar said.

“Go,” my mother insisted.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

It was a question from Caspar but my mother wasn’t in the mood.

“Fuck off right now,” she said, ice in her tone. “He’ll be home soon and I’m a mess. You think I want my daughter to see me with cum in my hair?”

“Sorry, Avril…”

“I said fuck off! Go! Leave me alone!”

I ducked behind the boxes when, after hauling up their trousers, Caspar and the dejected Mike left the barn.

“Fucking twats,” I heard my mother say as the sound of Mike and Caspar arguing diminished.

I listened to the sound of my mother’s heels tapping as she walked around the studio. I heard her muttering obscenities as she opened and closed a drawer I assumed was in the bureau under the window. Gravel crunched outside, the sound alarming at first until I realised it was Caspar and Mike leaving in the big Mercedes.

Silence followed and I wondered if my mother had left.

Then, just as I was about to sneak a look, I heard her gasp and give out a low, sexual moan.

I left it a minute, too scared to look in case she saw me.

The sounds continued: soft moans and little murmurs. Gasps of what sounded like pleasure.

When I dared to peep around the boxes, I saw my mother in the leather office chair, knees hooked over the arms, one hand mauling her breasts while she worked a suction-cup dildo in-and-out of her pussy.

I gasped as the rush of desire burst inside me.

“Lucas!” my mother cried.

I looked at her face and saw the shock and surprise, the dildo half-in and half-out of her cunt, the obscenity of it holding my stare until my mother, after a full ten seconds in which she gazed at me, a hand cupped under one round breast, legs wide so I could see all the detail of her bald mound and thick, meaty labia clinging to the shaft of the rubber cock, she yelped and levered forward.

Her shoes hit the flooring and my mother stood up. She dropped the dildo onto the chair and masked her boobs with a forearm, turning to present her hip to me as she crossed her legs at the thighs in an attempt to cover her vulva.

“What the bloody hell…!”

“Mum,” I said, stunned and in denial. It couldn’t be true; it couldn’t be happening. It was a nightmare.

We stared at each other for a few more seconds. Then, as it dawned on her I’d been there all the time, my mother gawked, eyes wide in what looked like fear.

“God, Lucas,” my mother gasped.

“I didn’t mean it,” I said. It was nonsense. I was still in shock and babbling.

“What the hell…?”

“I wasn’t going to take anything…”

“Oh God … Oh shit…”

“Mum, I’m sorry…”

“You were here! All the time!”

There was another pause in which she stared at me with horror in her face and my own thoughts tumbled and whirled.

“You heard everything,” my mother gasped. “Me and them … The things I said…”

I didn’t reply because I didn’t know what to say. There were no words to make it better. It wasn’t like we could both shrug and laugh and say it didn’t matter: Oops, I saw you fucking Caspar … My bad…

Her free hand went to her face where Mike’s spunk had hit her cheek. “Shit, Lucas…”

Next, as I looked at my mother and the reality of her physical beauty percolated through, the sensations returned. My cock tingled and I recalled how she’d looked on her hands and knees, big tits swaying…

“I saw you,” I said.

The timbre in my tone surprised my mother. It surprised me too. I hadn’t intended to say anything, let alone in such an accusing way.

Caution and suspicion clouded my mother’s expression and she tilted her head towards one shoulder. “So what?” she said in a voice to match the way she was looking at me.

It came from somewhere dark and murky at the back of my mind, a place I couldn’t look at directly because it was a part of me I was ashamed of. It existed, it probably exists in everyone, but I didn’t want to acknowledge its life.

I said, “I saw you and I’m gonna tell dad.”

My other’s eyes flashed after I said it and she didn’t reply immediately.

Moments later, after holding my eyes with her stare, she said, “No. No you won’t.”

An image came to mind of how she’d looked as she used the rubber cock on her body, a mental picture in lewd, vivid colour and clarity which brought lust bubbling up inside me.

“I will,” I said, not knowing if I would or wouldn’t.

“Why?”

“Because of what you did.”

“Please don’t,” my mother murmured.

Time stretched elastic as it all went through my head: her adultery, cuckolding my father, her body and how desperate I’d been to touch her. I thought about how I’d wanted to take Caspar’s place.

“I won’t,” I said after what felt like an age but was probably only a couple of beats. “If you let me look at you.”

She blinked and looked surprised, mouth falling slack. “But I’m your mother.”

“You’re gorgeous,” I said through a croak.

“Lucas, come on…”

“No, I want to look at you. Show me.”

I couldn’t believe I was saying it. It didn’t feel like me. It was possession, like a demon inside me, a perverted entity with corrupt intentions.

“Lucas…” my mother breathed.

With my consciousness split, part of me appalled while another part pushed on, I unzipped and hauled forth the erection when hadn’t diminished since I’d watched my mother fucking and sucking and I’d wanked my own length.

“Move your arm,” I said, growling it out.

“I can’t. I’m your mother.”

I was slowly caressing my dick as I said, “So I’ll tell dad.”

“You can’t do that in front of me. It’s wrong. It’s filthy, Lucas.”

“But I wanna.”

“Honey, please…”

“Show me,” I snarled.

She stared at me, expression shifting through phases.

“If I do, we’ll never be the same again,” my mother said on a murmur.

“It won’t be anyway,” I put in. “I saw you. I heard, remember?”

She gazed at me some more and, in a pivotal moment which I didn’t actually believe, my mother sighed and let her arm fall away to reveal her breasts. As she did and her boobs swung after being compressed between her arm and her body she turned to face me square-on, my eyes going to her hairless mound before I sucked in the detail of those swinging breasts and saucer areolae.

Next, in another seminal moment in which my life altered completely, my mother thrust her chin at my cock and said, “I’ll do that for you.”

I boggled, stunned and awed as she walked towards me and reached for my cock. The hip-swaying walk and rolling tits held me enthralled as excitement squeezed my guts.

“Let mummy wank it,” she breathed.

“Mum, I…”

She chuckled and squeezed my girth. “If we’re going to do this, Lucas,” murmured my mother, “we’re doing it right. No half measures. You’ve crossed a line. You want to wank in front of me? Well, I’m moving us both a few more steps past it. I’m doing it for you.”

I groaned in surprise and delight.

My mother stroked my cock, her attention fixed on her fist until she looked at me and said, “You want to touch me?”

Desire clogged my throat.

“Go on, squeeze my tits,” my mother sighed.

She hefted one weighty orb and offered it to me.

I moaned when I felt the spongy-firmness. “They’re big,” I groaned.

“Suck them,” my mother told me. “Be rough. Grab my tits and suck my nipples.”

I gasped and snuffled as my mother’s tit-flesh filled my mouth. It was incredible to think I was sucking my own mother’s big boobs, my hands full of them while she chuckled and told me I was a very naughty boy.

“I want you to lick me,” my mother said after tilting my face to hers with a forefinger under my chin. “Make me feel nice and I’ll suck you,” she added.

I couldn’t believe the things she was saying. It was unreal, impossible for my brain to absorb.

“Mum, you don’t…” I gasped.

“I do. You started it, Lucas. You got that cock of yours out in front of me.”

“But…”

“Shut up. I don’t want to talk about it. I know it’s dirty and really wrong – you don’t need to tell me. I understand you’re shocked, I am, too.”

“Then why--?”

“Because I’m so fucking randy and sometimes get so worked up I can’t control myself. Don’t ask. Not now. If you want to do this, now is the time. I don’t care about anything else. I just want to get rid of this feeling, Lucas. It drives me crazy. I just want you to lick me and help me come.”

My mother let go of my cock. She turned and, as she went to the chair she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall so it parachuted to the floor. Next, at the chair, she turned to face me, a light behind her eyes I’d never seen before as she smirked at me, fists on her hips and a dare in her face.

As she shoved her skirt higher past her hips, my mother said, “I’m going to sit down now, Lucas. I’m going to open my legs. What you’re going to do is come here, get onto your knees, and lick me where I tell you to lick.”

She did. My mother sat down, hooked her knees over the arms of the chair and then, with that smirk n her face, splayed her labia to expose her scarlet, glistening core.

“Right here,” my mother said as she dabbed a forefinger at her clit. The bean was swollen and pink, her meaty folds pinned back like a butterfly exhibit.

I felt like I was moving like a robot as I walked towards my mother, her body presented to me in lewd invitation. My limbs felt heavy and uncoordinated, thoughts and impressions tumbling in a chaotic whirl inside my head where nothing felt real.

“Yes, baby,” my mother sighed when I knelt. “Mummy’s clit. Lick it, sweetheart. Suck it. You can be firm, I don’t mind. I like it that way.”

I stared at the wonder of my own mother’s sex. I couldn’t believe it was the part of her which birthed me. It shone with her desire, the pee-hole right there, the cunt all about elastic flesh which had taken Caspar’s size. I wondered how it would feel to sink into that forbidden place and feel my mother’s molten embrace around my girth.

“Don’t just look,” I heard my mother moan as she squirmed and slid a finger over her clit. “Lick it. Finger me. Suck my clit and rub your fingers inside me. Make me come. Be a good boy.”

She squeaked and giggled and gasped when, after a final hesitation, I took a tentative lick at her clit.

“Don’t be shy. I want it,” my mother moaned. “Just fucking lick it, Lucas. I’m going mad for it, babe.”

She gasped and wriggled when I got to it. Then, for the next few minutes, as my mother guided me to her preference, I licked and lapped and sucked at her pussy, sometimes with a finger inside her up to the knuckle, other time’s two. As I did it, my mother told me how she was feeling. She told me through gasps and squeals, using profanity which shocked me but which didn’t keep me from attending to her needs.

Then, as I worked two fingers inside her pussy, the tips of which rubbed at a secret rough patch within my mother’s body, she writhed and grabbed my wrist. By then I was standing, curled in so my fingertips reached the right place, my wrist a swan’s neck. My mother had one hand on my wrist, the other working over my cock in a backhand stroke as she went wall-eyed and her buttocks hovered over the edge of the chair.

“Kiss me,” my mother gasped a moment before the judders began. “Kiss me like a lover. Not like a son. You’re my lover now, Lucas…”

She couldn’t focus on cranking my dick as she came. A good thing because I would most likely have splashed spunk all over her legs and the chair. As it was I almost erupted in a spontaneous reaction to my own mother’s tongue writhing with mine as she gasped lust into my open mouth, my free hand all over her tits.

It went on for a shirt time, fifteen seconds or so where my mother shuddered and moaned, the v******e easing after her pussy had clenched around my fingers and a little spurt of some gloopy, viscous liquid pissed onto the chair.

After that, with her eyes glazed and she sucked in air, my mother looked at me and said, “Go on, put it in. Fuck your mother.”

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The moment of truth was my mother grinning at me with devilish intent after moving from the chair to the bureau. She spread her legs, high heels digging into the wood, big tits bare while the nipples were elongated tips of excited flesh, the areolae pimpled and puckered. “There it is, sweetheart,” my mother crooned as she held herself splayed. “Put that cock in there.”

She reached down to grab my shaft and then smeared the bulb over her clit, wincing and gasping as she did it and, to help her along, I leaned in, shoving my pelvis forward while I looked down at the wonderous, unbelievable scene.

I groaned and flicked a glance at her face. “Is it real?” I murmured.

My mother blurted a laugh. “Of course it’s real.”

“But you’re my mum.”

My mother squeezed my shaft and caressed its length with slow, even strokes. “Didn’t stop you not so long ago.”

“I didn’t think…” I started, gulping as my mother introduced the bulb to her opening. “I didn’t think it would happen,” I went on with a gasp. “I didn’t know what I was doing.”

Suddenly serious, my mother held me poised at the entrance to her body, the taboo place I had no right to be. I was her son. It would be in***t.

I heard the word inside my head like the demon had snickered and whispered.

In***t, it breathed.

“Do you know what you’re doing now/” my mother asked.

I looked down at where our bodies were touching before I brought my attention back to her face. My mother’s beautiful face…

“Uh-huh,” I said, gulping it out.

“You want to keep going?”

“Mum,” I croaked as I shifted around. I was holding the chair, arms almost straight, pressure on the balls of my feet as I angled in and my mother held me tight in her hand.

“If we do this…” she muttered.

“I want to,” I said.

“There’s no condom,” she told me.

Puzzled, I said, “Uh … No … What?”

“Your father’s the only one who gets to do this without a condom,” she said.

That comment triggered questions inside me head: I knew about Caspar and had seen Mike lose it over her face: but how many others were there…?

“He’s the only one who comes inside me,” my mother was saying. “But you’re my son, so…”

I gulped as she smirked and shrugged.

“If we do this there’s no going back,” my mother continued. “It’s forever. We won’t be able to make it go away.”

Desire for her suddenly welled inside me. I groaned and ducked in, keen to kiss her mouth to show her how I felt.

She let me kiss her, smearing my cockhead through her loose labia while our tongues slithered in a serpentine dance.

“Will you still love me?” my mother murmured when the kiss broke.

“I will. I do.”

“Uh-huh, okay…” As she said it, my mother took half my length into her body. “Oh my God, Lucas,” she gasped.

I stared at her wide eyes as her body took the rest of me in.

“Hold on,” my mother said when I was in up to my balls. “Let me feel you there. Give me a second.”

I moaned and looked down, ridiculously surprised to see my mother’s sex around my girth, her muscles inside squeezing my cock.

“Mm, yes, that’s my son, my gorgeous big boy,” my mother sighed. She said it to herself, eyes closed while she held me all the way in. Then her eyes snapped open and I saw something hungry and feral in her face. “Start slowly, tease me with it,” she said with that look on her face. My mother started to move, shunting back-and-forth, one hand up on my shoulder, chin on her chest as she watched the sin between us. “Nice and easy before you get carried away. I know it’s lovely, Lucas; I know you’ll want to start fucking like your drilling for oil but please try to make it last more than a minute.”

She was right. My instinct was to start smashing at her cunt. I wanted to rut in mindless joy until the delight spurted out of me and I bathed her cervix with my desire.

“Mum, fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I said, gasping in love and wonder.

The emotion swelled inside me and I wanted to tell her how I felt. She was my mother but the relationship had shifted between us. I was inside her. I was fucking my own mother, the woman who’d given me life and nurtured me through nineteen years. I loved her, adored her, and I wanted it to go on forever.

“This big-fucking-cock is beautiful,” my mother replied.

She was teasing her clit, stirring her vulva with the flats of her fingers as I started to shove at her with more vigorous strokes.

“Yes, Lucas, sweetheart,” she sobbed, head going back.

My mother gurgled and cackled, the sound full of glee as I strained all the muscles in my arms, thighs, and calves, cock working in-and-out, the pleasure in my core shifting from simmer to boil.

“Mum, fuck, I…”

We were fucking and gasping, her high heels swinging crazily while her breasts rolled with that hypnotic elasticity which would hold me rapt whenever we fucked, or even made love as we would from time-to-time when the mood was on us in the years which followed.

I worked my size into my mother while she gasped and fingered her clit. “Oh my God, Lucas – you’re going to come! You’re going to do it!”

I groaned and did my best to hold it back.

“I’m sorry, I can’t stop it,” I sobbed.

My mother was going at her bean with one hand, hips shunting at me as I fucked at her body and felt the fizz rise.

“I don’t want you to stop it. I want you to come.”

We were both groaning, her going wall-eyed as she blurted her joy. Then she was staring at me again, our bodies working in a slick glide of flesh, her pussy squelching around my girth.

“Come for me,” my mother insisted with a wild look in her eyes. “Do it inside me. Show me how you love me. Be my big, beautiful boy and come inside me.”

The pleasure was sublime when the stuff pulsed from me. It felt like my mother’s body was drawing my soul out through my cock. I sobbed and moaned and slobbered kisses against her mouth and face. I went in deep, holding myself inside her as far as I could go, my frontage against her body while I gasped my relief over her shoulder.

I kept on shoving in, pumping my mother full of my seed until I was empty.

“God, how much did you give me,” my mother said when I eventually slid free and stepped back. She shifted her rump back onto the bureau and looked down to the stain on its top, more gloop seeping from her body as she looked up to my face. “I’m soaking, Lucas,” she added, fingers smeared with cum.

I stared at the carnage, shocked and even a little ashamed after the heat. My mother’s labia gaped, the folds loose and floppy while thick goo dribbled from her opening and down through the crease between her buttocks.

“You made a right mess,” my mother said as she shook her head. “What if your father wants sex?”

Fear and anxiety were a visceral squeeze.

“Shit, he’ll be home any minute,” I said.

My mother sat upright, nodding. Then she got to her feet. “Any time now,” she said.

“And Tamsin!” I added, meaning my sister. My dad had driven down to Exeter to collect Tamsin for the summer vacation. She was a student at the university there. A year older than me. Panic flashed through me and I started to babble. “Mum, I’m sorry, we shouldn’t … It was my fault … Shit, why did we do it!”

“Lucas, calm down.”

My mother was looking at me, arms folded beneath her breasts, skirt around her waist in a bunch.

“What?” I gasped. “No, I’ve got to get out of here. You need to clean up!”

“Lucas, calm down. Listen to me.”

“I can’t calm down! You’re my mum! What we just did…!”

“You don’t have to worry.”

I looked at my mother, agitated that she could be so calm and collected. “But I do. If dad--”

She cut me off and pointed to a spot behind me. “It’s all on camera,” my mother said.

I turned and saw the lens in the top corner of her workshop – two, in fact; there were two cameras in there.

“You don’t have to worry because your father will understand,” my mother continued.

“What?” I gasped.

My mother grinned and nodded as she came towards me. She kissed my mouth and squeezed her breasts against me.

“He’ll be a bit jealous but he can’t really complain.”

“Mum, what…?”

“He likes to watch me fucking, that’s why I had Caspar and his friend in here. Your father can watch it later. It’s all recorded.”

The shock of it left me speechless. I gawked, not really understanding in that moment. I would later, when it sank in – along with the biggest shock of the day which hit me like an explosion.

“You didn’t know about the cameras, did you?”

I shook my head.

“There’s a sensor which detects movement my mother told me. “I get a warning through an app.” My mother paused and then added, “So I knew you were in here.”

She let it sink in. My mother watched my face, eyes glittering with mischief as the smirk flicked at the corners of her mouth.

“You knew?” I gasped, stunned.

She nodded and grinned, but the news she’d known I was there hiding as she took on Caspar and Mike wasn’t the biggest explosive shock of the day. That came next as my tortured brain struggled to cope.

“I knew,” my mother confirmed. “And I wanted us to get closer, Lucas. What we just did, I wanted it to happen. I had an idea to seduce you but it seems you thought of that yourself. When you came out from behind there and pulled your cock out…”

My mother rolled her eyes in theatrical appreciation.

Then she chuckled and added, “Well, I played it like I was reluctant but, just so you know, I wasn’t, sweetheart. I was always going to fuck you, Lucas.”

I gawked while my mother chuckled again.

She gave me a couple of seconds, which was nowhere near enough time because she then let me have it.

“Your father and sister have been doing this for almost a year,” my mother said. “So he can’t complain about you and me, can he?”

I boggled, incapable of coherent thought while my mother chuckled again and rolled her eyes.

Then she finished with, “I think this summer’s going to be quite marvellous, Lucas. You and I can keep fucking. That’ll even it up with your father and Tamsin … And I suppose you and your sister could get to know each other a lot better as well…