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A work of fiction.

Lillian Maynard was a sixty year old widow, her husband had left her f******n years earlier. Her son Jeff who Lillian had late in life was only two when his father left and so never knew him. The boy was now sixteen, a bright boy who worked for a small IT company close to where he lived. His relationship with his mother was fairly formal.

After her divorce from her husband Lillian turned to religion and became a devout Christian, didn’t drink, a non smoker and wouldn’t have television in the house. Jeff was able to get around this by watching TV online. He had persuaded his mother that he needed broadband in respect to his work.

His mother’s interest outside her involvement with the church included cookery, knitting and gardening. Lillian provided her son with a clean home, clean clothes, good food, but outside of that they had little or nothing in common.

Then on that fateful day all that was going to change. His mother was shaking him awake. “Jeffrey, Jeffrey, wake up, we’ve overslept and I’m going to be late for the church meeting.”

His eyes opened, “Sorry, what time is it?”

“It’s half past eight, I need to shower and dress first, so you can put the kettle on and get dressed after I’ve finished.”

He felt exasperated, the church always had to come first, didn’t matter what he wanted.

They left the house together and walked down the street, Lillian had to cross the road while Jeff walked to the end of the street where he could catch the bus to where he worked.

Lillian approached the zebra crossing, she saw the car to her right slow and then stop, it was the driver of the car coming from the left who was not concentrating and failed to see her in time. He braked but caught her a glancing blow that sent her flying into the car that had stopped.

Jeff had seen the accident and rushed over, someone called an ambulance and he rode with them to the hospital. A scan of her head had determined that she had a swelling of the brain. It was decided to put her into an induced c*** in an attempt to let the swelling go down and so Lillian was in this condition for several weeks. Jeff visited her every evening, although she was unaware of his presence. Then one day his boss at work called him into his office to advise that they had received a call from the hospital. At first Jeff was concerned that there was something wrong, but his manager told him that he was to go straight to the hospital as his mother had been brought out of her c***.

When Jeff arrived at the hospital, one of the nurses asked him to wait before he went in to see his mother as the doctor wanted to speak to him.

Eventually Dr Bingham arrived. “Ah Jeff, please don’t be concerned, I just wanted to speak to you before you went in to see your mother. You need to be aware that she will not be exactly the same as before she had the accident, the changes may be temporary, or a worse case scenario could see differences in how she behaves being permanent.”

“Isn’t there any therapy to make her as she was?” he asked.

“Sadly not, she’ll either pick up pieces of her old life bit by bit, or you’ll just have to adjust to the new mum.”

Bill felt dejected, his old mum, however quirky was still his mum. It was with trepidation that he entered her room.

“Hello mum, how are you feeling?”

Her response was totally unexpected. “Like I’ve been knocked down by a car.”

Jeff was unsure if this was banter as her expression gave nothing away. The doctor had told him that she would be able to go home in a couple of days. He manager had told him that when she returned home, he would be able to take two weeks compassionate leave, if he needed any more time off, then he would need to use some of his holiday.

Their conversation was more formal than usual and he was somewhat relieved when the nurse came in and told him he would have to leave as his mother needed to rest.

Two days later Lillian arrived back home. Jeff had cleaned the house from top to bottom as he didn’t want to give his mother any reason to find fault as he was unsure how she might react.

Lillian settled herself in her usual armchair. Jeff made a pot of tea and asked her what she would like for her evening meal.

“Fish and chips from the fish shop,” she replied.

Jeff was taken aback, his mother would never have dreamed of eating food that she had not prepared. As if she understood his confused expression, she said, “I had it in hospital, it was delicious.”

“Very well mum, I’ll go down to the fish shop about six o’clock and get some, if that’s alright?”

Lillian just nodded.

He was so surprised when she ate every bit of the meal. About ten o’clock she told him she was ready for bed. He helped her upstairs and waited outside while she undressed for bed. He heard her call to him and he entered the bedroom. “Oh sorry mum, I thought you asked me to come in.” The reason for his discomfort was due to the fact she was standing there in her bra and knickers. Previously one of her golden rules was never to enter her room without knocking in case she was in a state of undress.

“Don’t be daft Jeff, I can’t get my bra undone, be a love and unclip it for me.”

His hands shook as he approached her, he managed to unclip the garment and turned to leave the room. “Oh don’t go son, I need to talk to you.” As he turned, he saw his mother remove her bra, although she was side on, he was able to see quite a lot of her breasts. His penis start to harden and felt ashamed. His mother slipped on her nightdress then she reached underneath it and slid down her knickers and threw them on the bed next to her bra.

Jeff wanted to leave, so he asked, “what was it you needed to speak to me about mum?”

“Yes of course Jeff, I expect you want to get to bed, well you probably realise that I’ve changed somewhat since the accident, sometimes you might think that I’ve taken leave of my senses,” Jeff went to speak, but his mother raised her hand, “please let me finish son.” He nodded. “Thank you, now as I was saying, I realise that our relationship may not have been like most mothers and sons, especially my association with the church, my lack of interest in things like television.” Lillian changed tack, “that reminds me, I know you have that internet thingy, so tomorrow I would like you to find out what a decent one would cost and order me one, I’ll give you my credit card to pay for it.”

Jeff was stunned, his mother had always been adamant that she would never have one of those godless things in her house, maybe the accident had been a good thing. He mentally rebuked himself for having such a thought. His mothers voice brought him out of his reverie.

“Anyway, we’ll talk about that tomorrow, so there will have to be a considerable number of changes and I wanted to warn you in advance. I have managed to save quite a bit of money and my solicitor has advised me that I should get a decent payout from the accident so we can start to enjoy life together, of course I know you’ll eventually want to get married and leave home, but that will be in the future, anyway we’ll have loads to talk about in the future so give your old mum a kiss and get yourself to bed.”

Jeff leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek but she turned her head and their lips touched, he drew back but Lillian pulled him back and pressed her lips to his. He tensed up and when she released him she said, “there, that’s to make up for all the coldness of the past.”

Jeff climbed into bed, his mind was reeling, he liked this new mum. He was a bit unsettled about starting to get aroused seeing part of her breasts and then there was the kiss, he had only ever kissed her on the cheek, but a chance slip, he recalled the old proverb, many a slip between cup and lip. It was her that had instigated the full mouth on mouth contact, maybe he was making a mountain out of a molehill. The moment his head touched the pillow he was asleep.

The next morning he awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. Going downstairs he walked into the kitchen, his mother turned as he entered, “morning Jeff, sit down and I’ll make you a nice cooked breakfast.” In the past he would have made his own breakfast and washed his dishes when he had finished. On days when he was working, he would leave early so that he could have breakfast in the café before going into work. This again was new.

“Mum, I’m supposed to be looking after you not the other way round.”

“Nonsense son, I’m capable in cooking a meal, besides I want to make up for lost time, now sit down.” Her tone left no room for argument.

After he had eaten Jeff went on the internet, he searched for a decent sized television. He had asked his mother how much she wanted to spend and she gave him a figure. “I’ve ordered a 40 inch one mum,” he said. He was gob smacked when she replied, “oh that’s a big one,” and gave him a wink.

The TV was being delivered the next day and his mother asked, “can you buy anything on the internet Jeff?”

“I guess pretty much anything mum, why is there something else you want me to order?” at this her face flushed red. “No, I was just curious.”

With the new television installed, Lillian was now subjected to all the adverts she had missed in the past. He was asked to order various items, a blue ray player, her reason to catch up on the films she might have missed. He argued the point that she would have more choice and not have to go to the shops to purchase the titles she wanted if she signed up to a film streaming service. In the end she signed up to the top three, he maintained that this was a lot of money to spend each month, but she again told him not to worry about money.

Then the following day there was a knock at the front door. Jeff answered it and saw the vicar of the church his mother used to visit. He asked him in and showed him into the living room, then he went to the kitchen to tell his mother. Lillian said, “stay here son, I need to speak to the vicar in private.”

After his mother left, Jeff saw that the doors of the serving hatch were slightly open and he heard his mother enter the living room.

“Hello Lillian, I’m glad to see you back on your feet.”

“I’m surprised you remember me vicar, after all I haven’t seen hide nor hair from you since the accident.”

“Well Lillian there was no point as you wouldn’t have been aware if I had been there.”

“So your Christian charity doesn’t extend to my son, you could have given him some support, but not once did you try and see if he was alright.”

The vicar sounded taken aback at Lillian’s attitude, “well that’s all in the past Lillian, I wanted to ask when you’d be up to attending church again?”

Jeff was totally unprepared for what happened next.

Lillian’s voice raised by several decibels. “I tell you what vicar why don’t you take yourself, your church and all your church related friends, activities and FUCK OFF.”

There was silence for what seemed an eternity, then the vicar spoke, “I understand you’re not feeling yourself Lillian so I’ll make allowances.”

“No,” Lillian interrupted him. “I want you out of this house and if you attempt to contact me again in any way whatsoever then I will seek legal advice to stop you, now get out.”

Jeff was unsure if he should go and see the vicar out, but that would mean his mother would know he had been listening. Then he heard the front door closing.

“Jeff, can you come into the living room please?”

When he entered, his mother was seated on the sofa and she patted the seat next to her for him to sit down. “I take it you heard that? I noticed the serving hatch door was slightly open.”

He nodded.

“I’m sorry for the bad language, but as the vicar might have put it, I have seen the light.”

Jeff chuckled.

“I also want to say sorry for putting that bunch of hypocrites before you.”

“It’s alright mum, don’t reproach yourself, what’s important is that you can live your life the way you want to and I’m happy for you.”

Then Lillian took him in her arms, she spoke softly in his ear. “I love you Jeff and I hope you love me.”

“Of course mum, I have always loved you even before your accident.”

Then Lillian leaned into him and pressed her lips to his. Jeff pulled back. “Mum, it feels funny when you kiss me like that.”

“It’s only a kiss Jeff, it’s not as if we’re doing anything sexual.” Again her face flushed red. In the past she would never had used any words relating to sex. He smiled, “alright mum, as you say it’s only a kiss.”

Unlike the previous kiss, this one lasted considerably longer and they both appeared breathless.

“Wow Jeff, I must say some girl’s going to be very lucky when they get to kiss you, I suspect you’ve been practising”

He shook his head, “no mum, I’ve never even been out with a girl.”

“But you know what’s what when it comes to having sex?”

This was becoming a bit too uncomfortable. So he just said, “of course mum.” Then to change the subject he asked her, what would you like for lunch?”

After two weeks, Lillian was well enough for Jeff to return to work. He felt some relief as he never knew what new surprise his mother was going to spring on him. Lillian seemed to want to try all varieties of fast food, from burgers to extremely hot Indian food. She decided her favourite was Chinese and they had it at least once a week. Of course she still cooked but with some tutoring from Jeff, she used the internet to download a variety of new and wonderful recipes, some he absolutely hated from the first mouthful, although he loved all the desserts.

Occasionally at the weekend Lillian would take a nap in the afternoon. This allowed Jeff to watch an action film which was one genre his mother hated. As he scrolled through the list of films, he noticed certain films were recommended by what she had previously viewed, this was due to her having watched Fifty Shades of Grey. He knew it was his mother as he had not watched it, therefore she must have watched it while he was at work. This was a shock as before the accident his mother had always used the bible to lecture about the evils of sex, well sex outside the sanctity of marriage. He thought she might have played it by accident and stopped watching when she realised what it was about. He decided to run the film, that would show how much of the film she had seen. When he started the film, it asked if he wanted to replay, this meant that she had watched the entire movie. He turned off the TV.

In the evenings after they had eaten, Jeff washed up and made tea or coffee depending on his mothers choice, then they would sit and either talk or watch TV. One evening she decided that they needed to talk.

Once they had settled down on the settee, she said, “could you show me how to order stuff on the Internet, I mean I might want to get stuff while you’re at work, you know underwear and stuff.”

“Yes sure mum, supposing I show you now?”

It took his mother a little time to understand how to do it, but eventually she was able to place an order all the time making notes in a small notebook. Then she asked him to show her how to use the Google search engine, again making notes as they went through the method.

They settled down to watch a film but his mother dropped off to sleep. Jeff turned off the television and gently shook his mother. “Mum, it’s time to go to bed.”

Lillian stirred and her eyes opened, “sorry Jeff, I’m feeling a bit knackered.”

Jeff was beginning to get used to his mother coming out with odd expressions, so he didn’t react. “Come on mum, I’ll help you upstairs.”

When they reached the bedroom door, she said, “sorry to be a nuisance Jeff, but would you mind helping me get ready for bed?”

Jeff wondered what this might involve, he reasoned that she wouldn’t expect him to actually undress her, probably just help her off with her dress. “Okay mum.”

Lillian sat down hard on the bed, “I don’t know why I feel so exhausted, I think it might be those new tablets the doctor put me on.”

Jeff knelt and eased off her slippers, he realised she was wearing stockings, he knew this because he had never seen a pair of tights hanging on the line in the bathroom, only stockings and a pantie girdle.

“I think you’ll have to help me son, I don’t think I can manage.”

Jeff reasoned that as he had seen her in her underwear, then he could undress her to that point and put on her nightdress. He unzipped her skirt and helped her to stand so it could drop to the floor. Next her blouse. Jeff tried not to stare as he slid the straps of her petticoat off her shoulders.

“You’ll need to unfasten my stockings Jeff,” she said.

Again in the standing position her petticoat dropped to the floor. Lillian steadied herself so that he could unclip the clasps that held her stockings to the fasteners of the girdle. He rolled the stockings down and shook them out straight as he had seen her do before. “Shall I put your nightdress on now mum?”

“No son, you’ll need to remove my girdle, I won’t be able to sleep with that on.”

Still kneeling in front of her, he wondered how he was supposed to accomplish this. Her voice brought him out of his daze. “You’ll need to pull it up from inside my panties.”

This was far more than he had expected. He reached inside the waistband and found the edge of the girdle. He started to pull it upwards and it began to move, then it stopped, he tugged harder but it wouldn’t budge.

“It’s snagged Jeff, you’ll have to free it from inside.”

“How will I do that mum?”

“Just put your hand inside my panties and find out where it’s caught up, then release it and it’s done.”

“Are you sure mum, I mean that’s where you’re privates are.”

“Don’t be c***dish Jeff, it’s not as if I’m asking you to touch me sexually, just do it son then I can get to bed.”

Jeff bit the bullet and slid his hand inside the waistband of his mothers panties. He deliberately kept his hand near to where he thought her hip was. He wasn’t able to locate the clasp. “I can’t find it mum,” he said in frustration.

“I think it’s more in the middle, you need to move your hand to the centre.”

He did as she asked and his hand came into contact with her pubic hair. They both seemed to jump at the same time.

“Sorry mum,” he said, even so he didn’t move his hand.

“That’s okay son, just try and find it.” Her body shook slightly as he moved his hand, each time brushing against her pubic hair. Finally he located the wayward clasp and tugged it free. He quickly removed his hand and she advised him to slide the girdle up around her waist.

“You just need to undo my bra and then put on my nightie.”

Jeff reached behind her and unclipped her bra, Lillian shook the garment free and her breasts came into sight, he saw that her nipples were standing out like two dark red berries. Jeff picked up the nightdress and shook it open, he placed it over her head and helped her to get her arms in the sleeves and it dropped into place.

“Thank you son, let me try and stand and you can reach under and pull down my knickers and my girdle.”

By now Jeff was unlikely to be fazed by anything his mother was likely to ask him to do. He reached under her nightdress and eased down her panties and girdle. Lillian stepped out of them.

After he helped her into bed, she said, “can you take my bra and panties and put them in the laundry basket?”

“Sure mum, is there anything you need before I go downstairs?”

“Only a kiss goodnight.”

He leaned forward and Lillian sat up enough to enable herself to plant a kiss on his lips. The kiss lasted a lot longer than the last one and he felt her mouth open slightly and her tongue briefly grazed against his lips.

Downstairs in the bathroom, he lifted the lid of the laundry basket, as he went to put the items inside, his hand came in contact with her knickers, he realised that they were wet, in fact they were soaked. He opened the garment and saw it was the crutch that was wet. At first he thought that she had wet herself, then for a some unknown reason he raised the crutch to his nose and inhaled.

He was unprepared for the odour that overwhelmed his nostrils. He started to feel the onset of an erection. Feeling ashamed, he put them in the basket and closed the lid.

Back in the living room, he sat in front of the television. He wasn’t watching the programme, his mind was in a turmoil. He started to wonder what her pubic hair looked like. The hair on her head was grey, so was her pubic hair grey as well? He knew it was soft from when his hand brushed up against it. His erection started to return and he got up and went to the bathroom. Returning a minute later with the knickers. He eased his trousers and pants down and started to masturbate. He knew there was little chance of his mother waking and it would be safer than doing it in his room in case she woke and heard him. As he masturbated, he raised the garment to his nose again and inhaled, his head started to spin and he wrapped the panties around his cock. It didn’t take him long to climax and his come spewed out all over the crutch of his mothers knickers.

Jeff felt ashamed, he quickly dressed and took the knickers back into the bathroom. Even if his mother washed them in the morning, it was unlikely that she would check them so she wasn’t likely to know what he had done.

One evening as they watched television, Lillian asked, “if I wanted a laptop, would you tell me the best one to get?”

“We already have a laptop mum.”

“Yes but that’s your work one, I want one of my own, then I can use it during the day when you take yours to work.” She replied.

That sounded reasonable to the boy so he said, “let me speak to my boss I can probably get a reconditioned one cheap from work, what sort of stuff will you want to do on it?”

“Well I can get some software to do my household accounts on and maybe write letters on it, you know office sort of stuff.”

“Okay, I’ll get one with Microsoft Office on it, that does all the things you want and more, it might be an old version but for what you want it won’t matter much.”

So it was agreed.

Jeff’s boss was only to happy to provide a used laptop and he agreed to leave the office software on as it was licensed.

That night when Jeff set it up Lillian had all sorts of questions. He setup a user name for her to use and showed her how to logon.

“Save the questions for a bit mum, let me explain. You logon with this username, when you first use it the system asks you to enter a password, if you forget the password I can reset it using my administrator account.”

“What about my files, can I set a password on say a document I have written?”

He laughed, “yes, although I don’t see why you would want to password protect your files.”

His mother flushed slightly before she answered. “Well I want to write personal stuff and wouldn’t want everybody to be able to read it.”

He was not convinced at her reply, after all he was the only one who would be likely to see anything on her laptop.

“Well yes for example you can create a password before you can open a Word document.”

“Does your administrator thing let you see my documents?”

“No, I can only do system things on it, but I have to warn you if you forget a password on a Word document I won’t be able to unlock it.” This wasn’t true as he had a little program he could use that would unlock passwords on Word documents.

“One more question.” Jeff nodded. “What happens if the laptop breaks, will I lose all my stuff?”

He guessed she wouldn’t be happy for him to look on her laptop, so he said, “I can setup a small network so when you shut down the laptop it saves your files to a backup server, then everything is safe.”

His mother seemed satisfied with his answer and he set about adding her to the home network he had in his room.

He setup the Internet so she could still do her shopping and then showed her how to create a word document and set a password on it.


On the Saturday morning he woke early due to a knock on the front door. Donning his dressing gown he went downstairs and when he opened the front door he saw the postman with a parcel addressed to his mother. He signed for it and took it into the living room. As he placed it on the table he guessed it was another appliance his mother had purchased on the internet but had no way of checking the search history as she had ordered it on her laptop. He went to the kitchen and put the kettle on. As he waited for the kettle to boil and heard his mother.

“Is that you mum?” which was a silly question as they were the only two people in the house.

“Yes, was that the postman who knocked?”

“Yes, your parcel’s on the table, I see you’ve been ordering off the internet, what is it this time?”

Usually his mother would unwrap her purchase to show off how she had managed to order it online, this time she seemed reluctant and just dismissed it as something personal. He assumed it was underwear or something so he just nodded.

After breakfast she asked, “are you going out today?”

“I wasn’t, why was there something you wanted me to get from the shops?”

It appeared that she was trying to think of something, then said, “no, well if you wouldn’t mind I need something from the chemist, I’ll write a note.”

Jeff said okay and went to get dressed.

When he returned his mother had written the note but to his surprise she had put it in an envelope.

“It’s a bit cloak and dagger isn’t it mum?”

Lillian flushed slightly, then clarified by saying, “the item I need is a little personal so I’ve asked the chemist to put it in a sealed bag.”

The way she spoke left little doubt that the conversation was at an end.

Jeff left and went to the chemist, he handed the note to the assistant and waited while she went to get the item in the note. He tried to appear to be looking around the shop as she took something from one of the shelves and placed it into a plain paper bag, this she stapled shut.

“It’s ready,” she called out and he walked over to the counter.

“So how much do I owe you?”

“That will be £3-49 please.”

He took out his wallet and handed her a five pound note, he glanced at the shelf where she had obtained the item and as she sorted out his change, he looked at the prices of the items on the shelf.

The only one priced at £3-49 was KY Jelly. He snapped back to accept his change and took the bag.

On the way back home, he wondered why his mother would feel the need to conceal that she needed a tube of KY Jelly, there were numerous reasons as to why she needed it. Then he remembered the mystery package. His interest was aroused and he decided to try and investigate further.

Taking the bag from him she asked what the cost was and took the money out of her purse. He noticed that the parcel she had received that morning was no longer on the table and as she went upstairs to her bedroom he surmised she had taken it upstairs like she was taking the bag now.

Life continued as normal as his life could be with his mother’s new-fangled personality. His meals were ready when he returned from work, but there was something different to their relationship, she wasn’t so touchy feely as she had started to be. There were no more kisses on the lips and from time to time he would catch her watching him when he sometimes looked up.

On the Thursday evening after they had eaten their evening meal he washed up and said, “I have to do some work for the morning so do you mind sitting on your own while I do this? I should only be about an hour and a half.”

His mother was engrossed on a program on the television and just waived her hand in agreement.

Upstairs logged on to his server and checked his mothers data area. There were a couple of Word documents, one was titled ‘Letter to doctors.’ The other ‘Concerns.’

He ran the password hacker on both files, it was the same password for both, ‘Jeffrey’, not very original. He opened the ‘Letter to doctors and started to read it.

Dear Dr Mould, I have concerns regarding the change in medication. Since I have been this now for several weeks I have noticed certain disturbing feelings I have been experiencing . I would appreciate an opportunity to discuss this as I’m concerned where these feelings might lead.

He recalled seeing a letter on the mantelpiece a few days ago, she must have posted it. He wondered what these feelings were that she was having, perhaps the document titled ‘Concerns,’ might throw some light on what these could be.

With some trepidation he opened the document and started to read.

Where to start? I suppose it must have been some time after Jeff was born. I knew marrying George was a mistake, perhaps going ahead and having a c***d after realising this was also a mistake, but when I held Jeff in my arms I knew that part of my life was not a mistake.

When George’s demands became more perverted I resisted as this was not what normal people engage in, or so I thought. The prospect of allowing him to put his private in my mouth made me feel sick, even his offer to lick me down there made me shudder. My refusal brought a response from him that there were plenty of women out there who would be willing to do that for him and was the main reason why we divorced.

So it was at this time I turned to religion hoping that this would help me. After the way they failed to give support to my son while I was incapacitated when I had my accident I realised that I had wasted so much of my life and possibly to the detriment of my relationship with my son. Perhaps the accident was nature’s way of giving me a second chance?

Now I have concerns as to my behaviour towards my son. Since the change in my medication I have noticed certain changes in how I interact with him. For example, I feel the need to kiss him on the lips. I saw that this made him uncomfortable but I insisted on doing it anyway.

In other ways I have gone beyond the mother son relationship. I have allowed him to see me partially naked and even persuaded him to remove my girdle. The situation resulted in him having to put his hand inside my knickers, in doing so his hand brushed against my pubic hair and for a moment I wanted him to touch me intimately.

I know this had an effect on him as when I went to wash my underwear I saw that there was semen in the crutch so it meant that he had masturbated in them. Then I started to wonder how big his penis was and have even bought a vibrator to masturbate with, although I cannot fully reach a climax.

That was the end of the document. His mind was racing. Was this change in his mother down to the accident, or the medication or maybe both. Then he re-read the section, I saw that there was semen in the crutch so it meant that he had masturbated in them. She knew what he had done, she obviously wasn’t going to say anything about it or she would have said something already, perhaps that’s why she kept looking at him?

Jeff closed the document and sat there for a moment. So many thoughts were running through his head. What was he to do? What if his mother confronted him about what he had done in her knickers? What if she wanted to escalate things. Perhaps he should just keep an eye on the ‘Concerns’ file and see what she thinking. Then he heard her call up the stairs. He logged off the server and went to the top of the stairs.

“Did you call me mum?”

“Yes, I’m feeling the effects of those tablets again, would you mind helping me to bed?”

His heart started to beat faster, was she going to expect him to remove her girdle again and if he would have to put his hand inside her knickers?

He helped her upstairs and she wobbled as she stood beside the bed. When he had undressed her down to her bra and knickers, he saw she wasn’t wearing stockings so there would be no girdle to remove, instead of stockings she had white socks on. He felt slightly relieved until she asked him to unclip her bra.

Jeff’s hands shook as he reached for the fastener, he resolved to turn away when she took the bra off, but he didn’t and stared at his mothers breasts and noticed her nipples were hard, like two dark red acorns.

Lillian threw the item on the bed. “Oh bother Jeff, I need a clean nightdress from the airing cupboard on the landing, be a love and get me one.”

“Okay mum, any particular colour?” Lillian shook her head.

As soon as he had left the room, Lillian placed her hand between her legs and pressed the crutch of her underwear deep in between the lips of her vagina, then she slid them down and stepped out of them.

Jeff was unprepared when he walked back into the room and saw his mother standing there totally naked apart from the white socks.

“Oh god mum, I’m so sorry,” he started to turn and leave the room, but his mother said, “don’t be silly Jeff, hurry up and put my nightdress on as I’m getting cold.”

As he approached her, his speculation from the previous evening about his mother’s pubic hair was answered. It was dark peppered with some grey, it started as a thin line of it below her navel that spread out below the lower part of her stomach which disappeared between her legs.

“Before you put my nightdress on Jeff, can you remove my socks?”

Jeff groaned inwardly, he would have to kneel down in front of her, his face a matter of inches away from her pubic hair. He swallowed hard and knelt down. Flinching slightly as his mother placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.

Lillian raised a leg to allow him to remove the sock. As she did the odour from her vagina almost overwhelmed his senses, it was like when he had sniffed her knickers when he masturbated only stronger, he inhaled deeply and felt his penis stiffen in his trousers.

“Hurry Jeff I can’t stand here all night on one leg while you kneel there staring at my fanny.”

Jeff’s head jerked up when she said this, “mum, I wasn’t.” as he looked in her eyes he saw she was smiling.

“I’m only teasing you son, so just take my socks off and put on my nightie.”

He removed the sock from the other foot and stood up and helped her on with her nightdress.

Lillian wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. This time he opened his mouth when he felt her tongue run across his lips.

Lillian knew this was not the way she should be kissing her son, but the tablets she was taking had increased her hormone levels and she wasn’t fully in control. Her tongue moved about in his mouth for a matter of seconds and Jeff was now fully erect, he was unsure if he should reciprocate, while he was deciding she pulled her mouth away from his and pressed her lower body against him. There was a warm feeling in between Lillian’s legs when she felt her son’s hard penis pressing into her groin.

Releasing her son she picked up the underwear and handed it to him. “Be a love and put these in the laundry basket,” she resisted the temptation of adding, ‘when you’ve finished with them’.

Again Jeff polluted his mother’s underwear but this time he replayed the image of the thick growth of his mother’s pubic hair as he masturbated. He realised that there was every chance she would be checking them and he couldn’t wait to read the file he knew she would update.

Concerns:
Again Jeff opened the word document and read through from the beginning, then he reached the new section.

What am I doing, I let Jeff see me totally naked, then I kissed him again letting my tongue actually go inside his mouth, I couldn’t believe how hard he felt when I pressed up against him. I masturbated after he had gone downstairs and tried to imagine him masturbating into my underwear, I wish I could watch him, even let him watch me doing it to myself. I thought about creeping downstairs and walk in on him. I could feign surprise and see if it would lead to something more.


Jeff closed the document. His mother was really undergoing a personality change.

That evening after they had eaten, they sat watching television. Jeff resisted the temptation of asking if she was ready to go to bed. He did however say, “so have spoken to Dr Mould about your lack of energy?”

Lillian shook her head, “no, I have managed to get an appointment for next week.”

Jeff’s heart skipped a beat, would she ask him to help her get ready for bed? His excitement came to a halt when she said. “Mind you I’ve had a reasonably good day and don’t feel so tired today.”

Lillian watched for her son’s reaction. Jeff felt guilty for hoping she was still feeling tired, so he managed a big smile and said, “I’m glad mum.”

This fazed her, was he really glad that he didn’t have to help her get ready for bed or pretending he wasn’t disappointed that he wouldn’t be getting the chance of seeing her naked and having her underwear to masturbate in?

When she was ready for bed, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips, no long lingering kiss, no tongue slipping into his mouth. For an instant she detected a trace of disappointment as he said, “goodnight mum.”

Lillian undressed and put on her nightdress and sat on the edge of the bed. She formulated a plan, part one was seeing if she could go downstairs without her son hearing her. Creeping down the stairs she held her breath when she reached the bottom, resisting the urge to just walk into the living room Lillian went into the bathroom and relieved herself. After flushing the toilet, she washed her hands and as she closed the bathroom door she made a point of closing it loudly.

At that point Jeff came into the hall. “Oh, I didn’t hear you come down mum, are you alright?”

“Yes, don’t worry, I can go to the loo by myself.”

After he had returned to the armchair in front of the TV Jeff realised that his mother could come downstairs without him hearing her. He needed a way to know when she was about to come into the room?
After several days he began to wonder if his mother had a change of heart, there had been no kisses on the lips, no asking him to help him get her ready for bed. Perhaps the doctor had changed her medication and this had brought her to her senses. It was with mixed feelings that he was forced to accept this.

CONCERNS:

Jeff read through quickly until he reached the latest entry.

Today I found a web site that deals with i****t, I am unsure if the emails from family members that supposed indulge in this taboo practice.

If what I have read is true, it seems that they perform all sorts of depraved acts. I read of a mother and son who indulge in oral sex. I cannot imagine Jeff wanting to put his tongue in my vagina, although the thought makes me excited. Whether I could let him put his penis in my mouth……

I am surprised that using obscene language while having sex would make it better, but given that having sex with a family member is considered sinful I don’t suppose saying Fuck or Cunt is likely to make the sin any worse.

I have to think long and hard as to whether I am going to continue in trying to…. I am unsure what it is I am trying to do, I think I sense Jeff’s disappointment that I no longer kiss him or ask him to help me get ready for bed. The other concern is whether it would damage him psychologically?

Jeff closed the document. Reading this showed the crisis his mother was facing. He himself was on the horns of a dilemma, as a devoted son he should be trying to make evident to his mother that there would be no way he would entertain anything of this nature. He had blown any chance of that after he had soiled her underwear with his semen.

He also wondered as she had what she actually wanted to happen.
In the end he decided not to do anything and just wait to see what transpires.

There were no further entries to her document so he had no way of knowing what if anything she may have decided to do.

Then one evening after they had eaten, Lillian washed the dishes as Jeff dried, out of the blue she said, “Jeff, instead of my watching TV and you disappearing upstairs on your computer, would you mind if we talked?”

Jeff’s heart skipped a beat, “of course mum.” He decided to play it cool.

They sat together on the sofa, there was a respectable distance between them. Lillian faced her son.

“Jeff, you know that since the accident I changed, I suppose the medication might have attributed, anyway, I need to know if you would prefer if I was more like I was before?”

This seemed an unfair question, how to answer without saying he preferred the new mum.

“I was only glad to have you back in one piece, I know sometimes you did shock me, well some of the expressions you come out with, but at the end of the day as long as you’re happy with how YOU are,” he emphasised the word you, “then I will love you mum whatever.”

He hoped that this would convey that he was happy for her to continue in the direction that would lead to…..he was unsure what.

“So I haven’t offended you, like when I have to ask you to help me get ready for bed?” Lillian held her breath waiting to see if he would say one way or another.

“Of course not mum, I mean you can’t help it if you’re feeling knackered as you put it.”

Lillian laughed, “yes I was a bit blunt, so we’re okay, you know, the kisses and that?”

“Of course.”

Lillian leaned forward, Jeff stayed still, not moving forward or back. Her lips just brushed his and she was certain she felt him tremble slightly.

Jeff said he wanted to take a quick shower and excused himself.

When he came out of the bathroom, his mother was seated in the same place on the sofa.

“Are you alright mum?”

Lillian shook her head, “no, I think I overdid it today while you were at work, would you mind helping me get ready for bed?”

The moment of truth, Jeff’s answer could possibly be the deciding factor in what was likely to happen.

“Whatever you need mum.”

Upstairs in her bedroom Jeff helped his mother remove her dress, he carefully folded it on the armchair in the corner, he saw she had on stockings and girdle.

“What shall I take off first mum?”

“I’ll leave that up to you.”

His hands shook as he unclipped her bra, instead of taking it off Lillian let it fall to the floor. Jeff left it there as he knelt down in front of her. Unclipping her stockings, he slid them down to her ankles.

Her voice startled him, “It might be easier to take off my knickers before the girdle.”

He kept his gaze straight ahead as his hands took hold of the sides of her panties and slid them down to join her stockings and bra. The strong odour of her sex nearly overwhelmed his senses, as he leaned forward to unclip her suspender belt he had to resisted the urge to press his face against her, he had never experienced oral sex and wondered if in reality he could actually do it.

“Jeff, I need to ask you a very personal favour.”

Again his heart skipped a beat, “sure mum, what is it?” Was she going to ask him the ultimate question.

“It’s my thigh at the top, it feels sore as if something has been rubbing against it, would you mind taking a look?”

Without waiting for an answer, she turned slightly and raising her foot Lillian rested it on the bed. From where Jeff knelt he could see her crutch, the thick growth of hair on her stomach ran down between her legs and he could barely make out where the opening of her vagina was.

There was some redness in the groin.

“Yes,” his voiced cracked with nervousness. “There is a little redness.”

“There’s a tube of ointment in the bathroom cabinet, could you get it for me?”

As he left, Lillian slipped her finger between her legs and started to rub her clitoris, she felt her vagina begin to flood. Stopping when she heard her son returning.

Jeff knelt before her and squeezed some of the ointment onto a finger and tentatively applied it to the reddened area, he was careful to keep away from the lips of her opening.

Lillian came close to asking him to put his finger up inside on the premise that she felt sore inside, instead she merely said. “That’s so much better Jeff, thank you, you can put my nightie on know.”

After he had made her comfortable in bed, she reached for him to kiss her and he felt her tongue slip inside his mouth until she broke away. “Goodnight son.”

Collecting her clothing, he hung the stockings next to the dress on the armchair and turning off the light he took the underwear downstairs.

Jeff deliberately left the door of the living room slightly ajar so he might be able to hear his mother if she came downstairs, he removed his clothes and lay on the sofa, if she walked in his mother would clearly see him masturbating with her knickers.

Jeff placed her panties against his nose and inhaled deeply, his erection grew straight away. He didn’t start to masturbate straight away, instead he went to the door and listened intently. Then he heard the soft creak of the stairs as his mother came down the stairs. He hurried back to the sofa and stretched out so that if she did come in she would be able to see what he was doing. It was then that he started to masturbate.

Lillian hesitated at the door, was she able to go through with it?

It was when she heard the groans coming from the other side of the door that she made her decision.

Walking into the room, she said, “Jeff I was…… oh god.”

There was her son holding her underwear up against his nose while he was rubbing his erect penis.

“Oh mum,” he cried out.

He stopped, waiting to see what his mother was going to do.

“No son, don’t stop, let me see you doing it.”

She approached the sofa, “oh Jeff, you’re so big, do you like the smell of mummy’s cunt?”

He gasped, he had never heard his mother use a word like this before. “Yes,” he croaked.

“Do you want to see mummy’s cunt?”

All he could do was nod.

Lillian undid the cord of her gown and let it drop to the floor, she was completely naked.

As he stared at her body he said, “oh mum, you’re beautiful.”

Lillian sat beside him on the sofa, her hand reached across and took hold of his penis. He groaned again. He stared in amazement as she lowered her head down to his lap. She wasn’t going to……

He knew from what she had written that she felt excited at the prospect of him performing oral sex on her. The question was could he?

“Mum, do you want me to do it to you?”

Lillian was unable to speak as she had most of her sons penis in her mouth. Releasing it from her mouth, she looked up at him. “Do you really want to?”

Jeff nodded.

He moved so that she could sit on the settee beside him. Jeff positioned himself in front of her and Lillian raised her legs up and spread them apart to allow him access to her most intimate area.

Jeff was unprepared for the strength of the odour that emanated from her vagina. He clamped his mouth over the entrance and inserted his tongue inside. Lillian grasped his head as she bucked against his assault on her sex.

Lillian started to come, she had waited for the release of an orgasm, but not like this. “Stop Jeffrey, I want you inside me, I need you to fuck me.”

As he started to climb between her legs, Lillian thought, ‘if there is a hell, then I am condemning us to it.’

Due to her wetness, her sons penis slid easily inside her. “Oh yes Jeffrey, I want you fully inside me, now fuck me and let me feel you come inside my cunt.”

Lillian was now free from the years of repression of the church, now she was free to say and do as she wanted. The constant stream of filth from his mothers mouth spurred him on.

As she began to experience the first major orgasm of her life, Lillian began to shudder. Wrapping her legs around her sons back she pushed up to meet his thrusts.

Soon Jeff felt the tingle that signalled his impending orgasm, and as Lillian felt the thick ribbons of her sons come shoot up inside her cunt, she cried out, “Jeffrey, Jeffrey.”


“Jeffrey, Jeffrey, wake up, we’ve overslept and I’m going to be late for the church meeting.”

His eyes opened, “Sorry, what time is it?”

“It’s half past eight, I need to shower and dress first, so you can put the kettle on and get dressed after I’ve finished.”

After she left to get dressed he sat up in bed, “it was a dream, just a bloody dream.”

He felt exasperated, the church always had to come first, didn’t matter what he wanted.

They left the house together and walked down the street, Lillian had to cross the road while Jeff walked to the end of the street where he could catch the bus to where he worked.

As Lillian approached the zebra crossing, Jeff realised this was happening just like his dream, his mother waited until the car to her right slowed and then stop, he saw the car coming from the left who was not concentrating and would not see her in time.

If he called out he would stop the events that happened in his dream from happening. He had a split second to decide whether to or not.

What would you do?