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As I was stretched out on the sofa when I heard the front door open, and then Mum's familiar voice, "Hello Darling I'm home, how was your day?"

I turned towards her. "Hi Mum. It was fine thanks."

She came up to me and gave me a big hug and a motherly kiss on the lips,


Mum was what most people would call pretty. She wasn't stunning and she rarely turned heads, but she had an almost c***d-like face, which had its own attractions. She kept her dark brown hair fairly long. She had a good shape, curvy and with an adequate 38D bust. She was 31 years of age.

Mum was not hung up over things like nudity or sex, and we often saw eachother naked. She spoke to me and advised me about girls. I was more relaxed talking to her than I was talking to some of my school mates. I was able to talk to Mum about girls and she would just give me facts and advise me on avoiding some of the traps many young boys fall into. Although it was sometimes mildly embarrassing for me Mum never judged me and never gave me a hard time. She knew that it wouldn't take me long to realise that whatever she said it was always in my best interests. I am eternally grateful for her advice and still seek it when I have a problem.

Mum and I were both comfortable around each other, and we'd settled into a routine that suited us both. We would have breakfast together before leaving for work and school then in the evenings we'd eat together before I went out with friends. We rarely did anything together except food shopping, which we tended to do on a Friday evening, so we only really got together to talk late on in the evening.

It was one such evening when I'd stayed in but Mum had just returned from playing bingo at her club. I was sitting in the lounge, when Mum popped her head in.

"Hi Mark," she said. "Are you doing anything special?"

"No not really mum." I replied.

"Do you mind if I join you on the sofa?"

"Of course not," I said and sat more upright.

"Would you like a cold drink? I could do with one." She asked.

"Yes please."

Mum disappeared and brought a couple of bottles back, a lager for her and a coke for me. She came in and sat next to me on the sofa. She smiled warmly as she handed me my drink and then she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, then said, "You're a good boy."

I reached over to give her a hug, but she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug. She smelled wonderful; there was a muskiness that her perfume seemed to enhance without it being at all overpowering. It was Mum's favourite perfume which she often wore when going out.

Mum gave out a sigh as she also seemed to enjoy the closeness and contact and we sat and held each other and just watched the TV and sipped our drinks. I was a young boy being comforted by his mum and she was a mum comforting her son.

Eventually Mum had finished her drink, then instead of cuddling back in she said, "Well, I have work tomorrow, I'm off to bed."

I smiled up at her and said, "Okay. Goodnight mum.

She smiled back and leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. After standing back up with a smile still on her face she quietly turned and left the room.

I sat for a while and thought back at the closeness that Mum and I had, and the warmth of her body and the smell of something that simply said "Love".

I recalled the day when I was 13 and discovering a pair of Mum's knickers in the laundry basket and the smell they had. There were many occasions after that I had borrowed Mum's worn knickers and masturbated. Deep down I had a bit of a thing for Mum.

After another half hour or so I decided to go to bed, and turned everything off, making sure all the doors were locked. I climbed the stairs and went into the bathroom, I peed and cleaned my teeth, and having removed my T-shirt I opened the laundry basket to put in my T-shirt and stopped dead. I could see Mum's cloths, her skirt, her shirt her bra, then right on the top her knickers. I dropped my T-shirt on the floor and carefully took Mum's knickers and bringing them to my nose I sniffed in her musky scent.

I went to the bathroom door and locked it and by this time my f******n year old cock was standing erect. With the crotch of her knickers positioned at my nostrils I masturbated to the smell of my mother. It was instinctive that I just kept wanking my cock and as my orgasm took hold of me more quickly than expected I used my Mum's knickers to catch my cum.

After recovering from my gratification I realised that it might not be a good idea to simply leave the Knickers in the laundry basket as they were. I couldn't wash them, which might be noticed in the morning if Mum grabs them to wash. They'll still be damp at least. I got some toilet tissue and soaked up the semen leaving the knickers relatively clean and dry. After this I placed them back in the laundry basket and added my dirty clothes on top.

Over the next few weeks I grabbed Mum's dirty knickers most nights and us them to wank off. Mum's womanhood were filling more and more of my thoughts.

Although looking back, it should have been obvious, at the time I must have been lost in my adoration of Mum, because there was a change in her behaviour around me that I failed to notice. It was very subtle and something that could have easily been missed. Mum and I spent more time together around the house, at her request. She ask me to sit on the sofa with her in the lounge.

Mum was a little more flirtatious than I'd previously noticed. She also changed her morning routine so that instead of coming downstairs dressed and ready for work, spending only about 15 minutes or so with me, before I left for school, she was more likely to be in the kitchen before me in a silk dressing gown, or nighty, giving me a view of her body. As I say at the time I was just happy for the opportunity to see Mum's legs, or her knickers and bra through a thin robe.

The problem with all of this was that the more I used Mum's knickers and fantasised about her the more I had an erection whenever I was around her. There were a number of occasions when talking, or sitting with Mum.



It was a Friday night and Mum and I had gone shopping to Tesco's supermarket to do the shopping. Everything was fine and after an hour or so we arrived home with the shopping and we proceeded to put the food in the cupboards and the fridge.

Mum was stacking most of the food and I was getting a bit of an eyeful, with her skirt riding up showing her stocking tops when she was reaching up to the high shelves, and the split in the back of her skirt opening showing her knickers when she bent down. Watching her had got me all hard and the bulge in my jeans was noticeable.

We'd finished putting the food away and Mum said, "Would you mind putting the kettle on for a coffee please Darling?"

"Yeah, sure mum," I replied and got up and went to put the kettle on.

I was knew that I had an erection and moved in such a way to hopefully conceal it from Mum. I grabbed the kettle, filled it at the sink then placed it on its base and switched it on. When I looked at Mum her eyes rose to meet mine, and she had a faint smile on her face. I felt my face flush and I couldn't imagine what shade of red it must have been. As a result Mum's face was also a little flush as she turned towards the lounge.

I made coffee for us both and brought them into the lounge. Mum was sitting on the sofa, she was turned towards the television with her feet up.

Still a little nervous about what had happened in the kitchen I handed Mum her coffee. She smiled warmly at me and said, "Thank you Darling."

I just smiled back and sat opposite her in the chair. We watched television for a short while then Mum got up and heading out the room she said, "I think I'll go and change into something more comfortable," and with a smile she left.

After she'd gone I decided I would get out of my jeans and headed up to my own bedroom, but as I approached Mum's bedroom I heard what sounded like a low groan. I thought about checking to see if she was alright, but decided that if there was something wrong she would call for me.

I changed into my tracksuit bottoms and a T-shirt and went back downstairs.

It was about half an hour before Mum came back down. She smiled at me as she came in and sat down. I smiled back at her and wondered why she'd selected one of her summer A-line dresses. It only came down to mid thigh and I could see the top of her breasts and her nipples were clearly visible, meaning that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"I haven't seen that dress before," I said.

"Oh, I bought it a few weeks ago." After a brief pause, she added, "I didn't want to get change for bed, but didn't feel like being trussed up in my work clothes. This just seemed like a happy medium."

She smiled at me then turned and watched the television.

About 10 minutes later Mum put her foot up onto the coffee table that stood between us. This caused her hem to rest at the top of the legs. She then lifted her right foot up onto the sofa, with her legs open to about 90 degrees, displaying her knickers to all those present, namely me.

I'd glanced over then noticed her position and her knickers and got another erection. I shifted my position to make it less obvious and when feeling more confident at not displaying my obvious arousal I exclaimed, "Mum!" pointing to her knickers.

Mum just smiled and without moving replied, "What's the matter Darling, does it offend you?"

"No not really," I replied, "But it's not very lady like, is it?"

"But darling I thought you liked my knickers?"

"What do you mean?"

Completely straight faced, Mum replied, "Well you keep taking my dirty knickers from the laundry basket, and I don't know what you do with them when you put them back, but they always seem to have this crusty stuff spread over the gusset."

My stomach was knotted with fear, I just sat looking at Mum with my mouth hanging open.

Mum continued, "If I didn't know better it almost looks as if someone has been masturbating into them."

I continued to stare, unable to move or speak. I knew I'd been found out and I was just waiting for Mum to go completely ballistic at me.

After what seemed like forever, with me unable to speak, Mum finally said, "To be honest, if someone had been masturbating into my knickers that would be really sexy.
As you're the only male in the house, and assuming nobody has been breaking in, the idea of you wanking into my knickers has been turning me on for the last few weeks."

Still shaking and slowly taking in Mum's last statement I nervously asked, "You're not angry then Mum?"

"No, Darling," she replied smiling warmly at me. She then asked, "Would you like to know a little secret?"

I nodded, still feeling very flushed and embarrassed.

"I've been grabbing my knickers, after you've been playing with them, and putting them on and masturbated in them." Mum then had this proud grin on her face.

"I don't know what to say. I'm sorry Mum, I didn't mean to, and I won't do it again."

"Mark," Mum said sternly, obtaining my full attention. "You don't understand darling. I'm not upset, I'm not angry, I'm flattered that you like masturbating with my knickers and most importantly I'm not asking you to stop darling."

All of a sudden the penny dropped. Mum was happy with me doing this, and at that realisation and the continuing view of her knickers that she was wearing, also showing a very clear damp patch, my young cock was filling with blood and expanding and stiffening at a frighteningly rapid rate.

I then asked, "You mean you don't mind."

"Darling, I haven't had sex for over a year, and I hadn't even thought about sex until a few weeks ago when I found my used knickers.
I'll be honest with you; when I found the first pair I was furious for about 5 minutes, but by the end of that 5 minutes and thinking about what you must be doing with them, made my pussy so wet . I ended up masturbating myself at the thought of you pleasuring yourself and using my dirty knickers to help you along.

"I know we're going to have to talk about this. All I want you to know is that I don't mind you using my knickers in the way you have. From now on all I ask is that even if you don't say it out loud, when you finish with them just make it obvious, and finally you don't need to clean off your semen, I'll be more than happy to sort that out myself."

"Can I ask you a couple of questions Mum about earlier on?" I asked.

"Of course you can Darling."

"When we were in the kitchen were you teasing me?"

With a naughty smile on her face she replied, "Yes I was. It worked as well, based on the bulge in your jeans."

"My second question is. When you went up to change, did you masturbate before coming back down?"

Mum's face flushed a little and with only a small hesitation she replied, "I suppose there's no reason to lie. Yes, I did Darling."

"It's just that I thought I heard you making a funny noise when I went to change."

"How does that make you feel, or think about me?"

"I like the idea." I then asked, "Can I ask what did you think about when you masturbated Mum?"

"I suspect it's the same thing that you think about when you masturbate with my knickers. Us!. Is that right?"

Smiling a little shyly, I replied, "Yes."

"Now that would be a big step, as that would be i****t, and that is wrong. At the moment we are doing nothing wrong. To go any further needs some thought."

I wanted to take this further, a lot further. But I realised that if I jumped in head first I could ruin it. So I decided to let Mum dictate the progress and see where it took us.

Mum suddenly got up and beckoned to me to get up. She stood by the coffee table and reached to take my hand. I was a little reluctant as I had a seriously hard on. I looked down and Mum realised my predicament.

"Are you hard darling?" she asked.

"Yes, Mum," I replied.

"Don't be embarrassed, Mark. I excited to and my pussy is also wet, so we're both in the same boat."

With that I got up with my tracky bottoms tented out by my hard young cock. Mum looked at my protrusion as I stood up. She placed me directly in front of her and whispered quietly in my ear, "I a cuddle of you darling. I want to feel like a woman that is attractive. You're my man of the house. I just want to feel you press against me, and I want my young hunk of a son to give his Mum a cuddle."

Mum walked up to me and we embraced. Mum was grinding herself against me, or more precisely my hard young cock, as I held her close to me.

Suddenly she looked at me and whispered, "Would you give me a kiss, please Darling."

I lowered my head to kiss her on the cheek and she immediately turned her mouth to mine and we began kissing and certainly not as mother and son should. Our mouths opened and our tongues duelled as we explored each other's mouths.

Mum broke the kiss and again looking a little flushed said, "Thank you Darling, that was lovely."

"It was a pleasure Mum," I replied.

"I know it's early but I'm exhausted and I think I might go to bed, but before I go I have something for you."

Mum took a step away from me and I could see the very prominent points of her stiff nipples, then placing her hand between her legs she seemed to force the gusset of her knickers into her wet pussy, trying to mop up as much of her pussy juices as she could. Once finished she She offered her hand to me and after sniffing the aroma from her fingers I sucked her fingers into my mouth.

Mum smiled and while saying, "Easy baby boy," she gently, almost reluctantly pulled her hand away from my face.

Lifting her dress and with a swift movement, Mum's lace knickers were in her hand and offered to me.

I took them asking, "Are you sure Mum?"

Running her hand gently down the side of my face, she replied, "Of course I am Darling."

With another very quick kiss she turned towards the door, where she stopped.

She looked back at me then reminded me, "Remember Mark, when you're finished with them would you put them in the laundry basket and simply knock on my bedroom door."

Then she disappeared out into the hallway and up the stairs.

I couldn't wait as I was so turned on and just pulled my bottoms down and began wanking my very stiff young cock as I sniffed in Mum's pussy scent from her dirty knickers. In less than a minute I was cumming all over them.

I looked at the big deposit in the gusset of Mum's knickers and visualised her licking and sucking it into her mouth. Doing this caused my young cock to harden and recover and I spent the next 4 or 5 minutes pumping my cock again to another deposit.

As I wandered up to the bathroom. I carefully placed them on the top of the dirty laundry, and deciding to go back downstairs, I knocked on Mum's bedroom door. Respecting her wishes I continued downstairs without stopping, and a few minutes later I heard her go into the bathroom and return to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

I stayed up watching television for a bit, barely concentrating on what I was seeing. I spent most of the time thinking about all the naughty things that Mum could be doing and how she might be masturbating.

I was hard again, despite two wanks just minutes earlier. I honestly needed to pinch myself to confirm that this was not a dream and actually for real. I was desperately hoping that Mum would want to have sex with me. I desperately wanted to fuck her.

Eventually sleep started to overcome me. I decided to go to bed and on climbing the stairs and after a short pause at Mum's bedroom door, where I heard nothing, I eventually went to bed and slept soundly.

I woke the next morning and thought back to lastnight's events and despite having a hard on again I decided not to wank off. I lay in bed thinking about Mum. I also wondered how I would face eachother, considering what we'd done last night.

It was about 10:30am before I plucked up the courage to go downstairs. I put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and went to the toilet and passing Mum's open bedroom door I went downstairs.

I went into the kitchen but it was empty, and checking the utility room. I then checked the lounge. I was a little relieved that she wasn't there. I put the kettle on and got some bread and put it in the toaster. I was sitting at the kitchen table deep in thought, when the door from the garden opened and in walked Mum.

She looked at me, smiled and said, "Hi Darling. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes thanks," I replied, and before I thought about what I was asking I continued, "How about you?"

Mum beamed at me and replied, "I had a wounderful night. I found a wonderful present left for me and I thoroughly enjoyed myself with it."

I felt my face flush and I looked down, a little embarrassed.

"There's no need to be embarrassed Darling, it's what we both wanted, and any way if you had half the fun making my present as I had using it, you probably had a wail of a time as well."

Still slightly embarrassed I just smiled at Mum and nodded my head.

Mum had closed the back door and as she passed me she stooped and lifting my chin with her hand and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't a prolonged kiss but it was open-mouthed, and she ran her tongue across my lips before breaking the kiss and saying, "Thank you my darling."

Mum then continued into the utility room where she was doing the washing. She seemed to float across the floor with a graceful sway of her hips. She seemed very happy. She was wearing a thin yellow summer dress which allowed light through it easily and it was obvious that Mum had no slip on underneath it, being able to see the noticeable silhouette of her legs. I could also see the outline of her knickers against the thin material but there was no sign of a bra, from behind, but I wasn't sure.

My toast popped up and that took my attention away from watching Mum, I got up, and buttered my toast. The kettle then boiled and I shouted, "Would you like a coffee, Mum?"

"Yes please," she called back, "I'll be with you in a sec."

I made the two cups of coffee and then sat back at the kitchen table and ate my toast.

Mum came in about 2 minutes later saying, "There's only a few things left in the drier, everything else is outside."

"Do you have much else to do mum?" I asked.

"Apart from getting the clothes in off the line, I'm done for the day. Why?" she said as she sat down at the kitchen table. She sat on the adjacent corner, facing me, so that the table wasn't actually between us.

"No reason. I don't really have much to do today and wondered if there was anything I could help you with?"

"There isn't anything much I need doing, thanks darling." Then Mum smiled and said, "There might be something I need later, but I think I'd like to have a talk with you first."

This was probably the conversation that would disappoint me for the rest of my youth or change my life completely. I still wasn't sure which way it was going to go, but I looked at Mum, smiled a little nervously and said, "Ohh ok. Is it about last night?"

Mum smiled and just nodded. Then Mum laughed and said, "After last night I'm not sure our relationship as mother and son is ever going to be the same again."

She sipped from her cup and I looked at her. I ran my eyes over her whole body, from her head to her feet. Her light summer dress provided a clear view of her cleavage. Her breasts weren't sagging and now I noticed a bra strap, her legs were crossed and the hem of her dress was half way up her thighs.

Mum's eyes rose from her cup, then she put her cup back on the table and with a broad grin and opening her arms, putting herself on display, she asked, "You like Darling?"

I smiled back at her and said, "Yes Mum, I like very much."

"Thank you Darling," Mum said. Then she asked, "Do you mind if we talk about what happend last night and about you using of my knickers?"

I felt my face flush, but looking at Mum and seeing her smiling put me more at ease and I replied, "Ok."

"What made you start using my knickers for wanking with?"

"I read about someone sniffing knickers and masturbating with them in one of them Forum magazines in your bedside draw. I noticed the stains in your knickers as I went to put clothes in the laundry basket one night, and I took them to my bedroom because I was curious. I didn't masturbate with them at first, I was just curious and aroused by your scent."

"So what made you start masturbating with them?"

"One day I had grabbed a pair from the bathroom and happened to hear you and one of your old boyfriends having sex, I think, and it started me thinking about you having sex, and I got hard and relieved myself with your knickers. After that I generally masturbated smelling your dirty knickers."

"How long has this been going on, because I never noticed until a few weeks ago?"

"For a few months." I told her.

"What made you start when you came back home and why did you start cumming in them?"

"Did you ever think about you having sex with me?

"uhh I did think about it. But you are my mum and it's against law."

Mark, My darling boy. I'm sure you're aware that it is a fantasy common to most young boys in the world."

Mum smiled and nodded and then said, "But some mothers and sons do choose to have sex with each other. What do you think about that then?

I thought about this for a few seconds before replying. "I thought that it was bad and against the Law, if a family have sex together.
It is against the law darling, but it's not always bad. There is a social stigma around sex within the immediate family. If a parent and offspring are attempting to procreate "Make a baby together", then I think it shouldn't be allowed.

However, if a parent and offspring are engaging in sex to pleasure eachother, with no desire for or likelihood of pregnancy then I think, why not if both agree."

"So if I asked you to have sex with me, and I told you that I was sterilised after I gave birth to you and couldn't get pregnant?" "What would you say to that Darling".

I looked Mum and with an impish smile on my face I replied, "I'd probably tell you to get your knickers off."

Mum laughed and her face flushed. Despite the laughter and my quip I still felt nervous about upsetting Mum.

After a few seconds we Mum stopped laughing and we just stared at each other, then looking into my eyes Mum eventually said, "Mark. Thank you for being so honest with me Darling. At least I know that if we ever make a decision to have sex with eachother, I'm confident that you will be happy to accept."

I smiled at Mum but had the feeling that I wasn't going to fulfil my secret desire, but at least I know that I've brought some happiness and physical gratification to her with her used knickers. If that's all I get to do then, that's far more than most sons will ever do with there mothers.

Suddenly Mum spoke again, "About last night. There was an awful lot of semen in my knickers, was that from one ejaculation?"

This time without feeling embarrassed and not feeling my face flush, I truthfully replied, "I came in them twice."

Mum looked at me quizzically.

I continued, "After I came the first time I started thinking about what you might do with the knickers and my cum and I got really hard again. I started masturbating again and I came a second time."

Mum lowered her head and with her head still lowered she coyly looked at me and asked, "What did you think I did with my knickers and your cum?"

Realising that I could feel my young cock getting stiff again which concerned me a little. I quickly decided that Mum had felt my erection last night when we hugged, so not to worry about getting one here.

So with my growing confidence I replied, "I was dreaming, that you would taste and swallow my cum, and that you would use it as a lubricant while you masturbated. I also thought you might either cover a couple of fingers with it and push them into your hairy pussy, or you might just put your knickers on and cover your pussy with my cum."

Mum seemed to consider my answer and then smiled. "To be honest, Mark, I sort of did all of those. Would you like me to tell you what I did?

A little surprised by what Mum was saying. I simply nodded and was conscious that my shorts were being tented by a seriously stiff young cock.

Mum looked down at my shorts and smiled, then continuing, "Well, when I got my knickers from the laundry basket I nearly came on the spot when I saw how much cum was in them. I picked them up and took them to my bedroom. My pussy was so wet, it was leaking down my legs.

"The first thing I did was I tasted and swallowed a big dollop of it. I was so turned on, when I did this I had an orgasm. I then got a second dollop on my fingers and pushed them up into my wet pussy, and frigged myself to another orgasm. After that I put my knickers on spreading the rest of your cum all over my hairy pussy, and then I masturbated again with your young cum acting as a lubricant as I brought myself off to orgasm after orgasm. I probably came really hard eight or nine times before I eventually fell a sleep."

"Can I ask you something Mum?" I asked.

"Of course you can Darling."

"Were you so aroused because it was my cum?"

Mum thought for a few seconds and then replied, "Considering your honesty with me Mark, it's only fair I'm honest with you." She paused briefly then continued, "I'd have to say, that yes it was because it was your. My own f******n year old Son's cum on my knickers, your cum that I'd tasted and pushed into my cunt and your cum that I spread all over my hairy pussy."

I was a little surprised hearing Mum use the word cunt, but I was excited that it was me that had turned her on. I then asked, "So what happends now Mum?"

Mum thought a little and eventually she answered, "I'm still not really sure Mark. There is a part of me that just wants you, my own son to fuck me, but the mother in me is scared that in doing so I might ruin my son in the process. The mother in me is also telling me this is so wrong and to put a stop to everything but I can't deny the pleasure we probably both got from last night."

"So let me ask you Mark, what do you want to do?"

"From what you've told me you have fantasised about the idea of us having sex together, and I told you that I can not get pregnant after having you. So if we did stepped over the line it would be for sexual pleasure. So how does that to you?"

"Im up for it Mum, if you are."

Mum considered my reply for a few moments and then said, "Well it's up to me then. If I say no I'm sure you'll honour my decision and if I say yes I know I'm going to be loved by you." She paused again considering her next words, and then continued, "I'm not ready to decide yet but I'm going to go upstairs and think about it Darling."

Mum uncrossed her legs giving me a lovely sight of her white knickers. She got up and came over to me and kissed me on the forehead before going upstairs.

I thought about the conversation with my own mother and what she had said and decided it would be best to give her space while she made up her mind how our relationship would go from here. I know I just wanted her to say that we could start fucking eachother. So I cleared up the plate and cups, went upstairs, and dressed, and went out on my bike for a few hours.

Before I eventually went home around 5:00pm. I stopped at a flower stall in our village and bought Mum a small bunch of flowers with my paper round money. I wrote a message on the card. The message said, "Dear Mum, I will always love you. Your loving boy, Mark xxx." Then I thought it a good idea to send a text to Mum's phone to let her know I'm on my way. Before I started to cycle home and I received a reply text. It said, "Call me down when you get home. I think my mind is made up. Love Mum xxx." I cycled home as fast as I could, not knowing what to think, but hoping for the best. I was excited because although Mum's text didn't say she would have sex with me, it also didn't say that she wouldn't. The anticipation was terrible, but thrilling, and by the time I got home I had the biggest hard on I have ever had.

As I came into the house and closed the front door I noticed an envelope stuck to the door of my lounge. I stopped and read it.

It said:

My Darling Mark,

I have made up my mind and I'd like to tell you over dinner. Please go up to your bedroom and change into some smart clothes. On the way knock on my bedroom door and let me know you're home, but please don't come down stairs until I call you. Dinner will be at about 7pm.

All my love,

Mum xxx

"I stared at the letter and wondered why all this strange stuff", but I had to do what mum said.

I popped into the kitchen and put the flowers on the table then went upstairs. I stopped outside of Mum's bedroom door and knocked. There was no reply. I knocked again and called, "Are you there, Mum. I'm home and I've seen your note."

Mum's reply came from behind the door, "Thank you Darling, I'll call you when dinner is ready."

I paused for a couple of seconds then decided to go and get ready. I closed my bedroom door, then leaning against it I waited and listened.

About a minute later Mum's door opened and I heard her go downstairs. I then decided to get ready and wait for her to call me.

It took me about 45 minutes, I had a shower and got ready then after about 29 minutes waiting there was a knock on my bedroom door, and then Mum called through. "Mark,Darling?"

"Yes Mum." I replied.

"Give me a minute then please come down for dinner."

"Ok Mum."

Then I heard Mum go back downstairs. Checking my watch and after waiting a minute I opened my bedroom door and headed downstairs.

When I walked into the lounge I was presented with a sight I had rarely seen before. On the few previous occasions it was when Mum was going out somewhere special. Mum's hair had been done. She was wearing make-up which was unusual for her when at home, as she normally only wore eye liner and lipstick. Her black dress was strapless and low cut, so that her breasts bulged out of the top. It was well fitted, but not tight and drew in at the waste and flowed out over her hips running half way down her thighs to the hem. Her legs were clad in very sheer dark stockings and black stiletto heeled shoes. She was an amazingly sexy sight.

Mum was smiling at me and I smiling back at her I said, "You look beautiful Mum. You look so sexy."

Mum, reached out for me to join her and as I approached, she d****d herself over me, in a loving embrace, kissed me warmly on my lips and then whispered in my ear, "Darling, I'm now yours, but not until we've had dinner."

Still in her embrace, my young cock just went hard and pressed against her. I then whispered back, "I love you Mum, and I want to make you happy."

"Thank you Darling, I want to make you happy as well, but all in good time." She paused and then looking at the table, which drew my gaze to the vase of flowers where she was looking and she said, "Thank you for the flowers. I am very touched."

I kissed her again and held her tight to me. My hand wandered down her back and I grasped a handful of her bottom. She groaned softly and returned the favour and then breaking the kiss she said, "Mark, please sit darling and I'll get dinner."

I reluctantly pulled away and sat at the table. Mum turned and headed for the kitchen. I watched her and her arse was perfect in that dress.

I poured Mum a glass of wine and she brought dinner in and then sat to my right. The hem of her dress raised a little showing more of her silky clad legs, and I took in the view.

"Mark?" she asked, bringing me back to reality.

"Oh. Yes Mum." I paused then added, "It looks good enough to eat." I beamed at her.

Mum laughed at my corny joke and play-punched me in the arm. I joined in laughing then she said, "Let's eat before it gets cold."

We got our food and chatted, and ate. The conversation was a little flirty, which we both enjoyed. Mum asked me if I would like a glass of wine with her. This was something new to me and I said yes please. We got through a bottle of wine before we finished and Mum started on the gin and vtonic before we eventually cleared the table and cleared the kitchen and headed back into the lounge.

I was walking behind Mum and couldn't get over how sexy she looked. We walked through into the lounge and I closed the door from the hallway and as I turned back Mum was stood in front of me. She was smiling seductively and she closed the very short gap between us and kissed me on the lips. It was a passionate lover's kiss with our lips parted and her tongue doing a tango in my mouth with mine. Our hands were wandering over each other's body. Nothing too explicit, as it seemed that Mum wanted to take this slowly and not get carried away too quickly. She eventually broke the kiss and looked at me, with a warm smile formed on her red lipsticked lips. I stole another quick kiss and Mum pulled herself away from me and she walked towards the sofa. She sat in the corner of the 3-seater, facing the centre of the room, and crossing her legs she sat back and closed her eyes.

Would you put some music on please Darling?" she asked without opening her eyes.

"Anything in particular you want Mum?" I asked.

"Just some soft music would be lovely."

I found some appropriate music and put it on. Then I joined Mum and sat at the other end of the sofa, and faced her.

"You look beautiful Mum." "Thank you Darling," she replied.

Then looking at me. We smiled at each other then suddenly Mum stood and said, "I'm feeling a little warm, would you be a good boy and unzip my dress please."

She stood up and turned her back towards me allowing me to see the zip. I stood up and as I grasped the zip Mum said, "I want you to understand, Mark. If you undo my zip we will go to bed together tonight and you will fuck me and fill me with your cum."

Hearing Mum speak so lewdly was arousing and thinking of what she had said, I replied, "I can't wait; hope we do it more than once." With that I drew the zip down, undoing Mum's dress.

Mum turned back around to face me, holding her dress to prevent it from falling. She waited, then I realised she wanted me to sit back down which I did. Without taking her eyes from mine, Mum lowered her dress to reveal a black strapless lace bra, which might as well not have been there, as her nipples were clearly visible through the ultra-sheer material. The dress continued to drop to her waist, where her matching lacy suspender belt came into view. Still lower, revealing her equally sheer matching knickers. I could easily see the dark bush of pubic hair she had. Then as the tops of her milky white thighs came into view she dropped the dress revealing her lave top stockinged legs covered with the sheer material, held up by the straps from her suspender belt. Mum stepped out of the crumpled dress and picked it up and placed it on the arm of the sofa, she then turned back to me and stood allowing me to drown myself in the beauty of a mature woman so sexual for a young teenage boy, it was almost too much to bear. I took in the view of her in the sheerest of lingerie, starting from her toes to her head. Then my gaze rested on her face and I looked into her eyes and smiled. Mum smiled back and started to slowly turn around giving me a show of her whole body. As she got side on, it was plain to see that her nipples were very erect and pushing hard against the gauze-like bra material. Her rear was firm, for a 31 year-old woman. She eventually stopped facing me again and smiled. I was in awe.

All I could think to say was, "Wow."

"You approve then Darling?" Mum asked.

"Ohh God Mum, yes yes I approve."

Mum laughed a little, and then came towards me and kissed me passionately on the lips. Breaking the kiss she said, "All in good time Darling. Let's enjoy the evening and the anticipation. Then patting the bulge in my trousers she added, "I'm glad to see someone else approves."

"Who wouldn't," I laughed as Mum backed toward the other end of the sofa then she sat back almost facing me. She put her left leg up, resting against the back of the sofa and her right foot was on the floor, opening herself fully to my gaze.

She took her glass from the table and lifted towards me and said, "A toast."

I took my glass of coke and presented it to her.

Then she said, "To the forbidden fruit of a mother and a son."

We both drank and just sat and listened to the music.

"What you don't know about mothers Darling, is that like most sons fantasise about their mothers, most mother's secretly desire and fantasise about having sex with their sons as well."

"Really Mum! I didn't know that."

"Mothers, in the vast majority of cases, are also wives and having a husband around will always tend to quell any desire for their sons. I felt the same about you, but I had a boyfriend around to satisfy my need for emotional and physical love."

"So having a boyfriend stopped you from lusting after me?"

"In a way, yes. Having someone love me, and me loving them meant that I didn't think about you in that sence very often, but now and again the naughty little thought and wish would pop into my head and I would think about what it would be like to have you slide your hard young cock into me and fill me with your cum."

"God, Mum, that's so hot."

"I know," she replied, smiling. Then she ran her fingers over her breast, flicking her nipples and then ran them down her stomach and rubbed her hairy pussy, all the while looking straight into my eyes.

"Baby Boy, Mummy wants to be cuddled, why don't we have a dance?"

I got up and offered my hand which she took and we moved to the center of the lounge and slow danced to the music. After a few minutes Mum whispered in my ear, "Can I take your shirt off so that I can feel you bare skin on mine?"

I pulled away from her slightly and allowed her to unbutton my shirt. She pulled it open as much as she could then I pulled my arms out of the sleeves and once topless I moved back towards her. At this point she took my hand and placed it firmly on her breast, then held it there. She also started to grind her pelvis into me putting more pressure on my very erect young cock. I would let Mum set the pace.

We danced for a while then Mum pulled away and whispered, "Thank you Darling," then she turned back towards the sofa. As she walked I reached out and ran my hand over her bum and to my surprise she moaned softly then stopped. I thought I'd gone further than she wanted me to for a second before I watched her adjust her stance with her feet apart. I slid my hand between her legs and got my first feel of Mum's warm pussy, and she was soaking wet. Not only was her knickers and her hairy pussy soaked, but the insides of her thighs were also wet with her juices. Mum pushed her pussy harder into my hand to show that she wanted me to stimulate her there, but it was only a short while before she stood back up straight. I removed my hand and Mum turned and kissed me.

She broke the kiss and said, "Thank you Darling. Now your hand is all wet, perhaps you'd like to lick it?"

I raised my hand to my mouth and licked my fingers and hand. The taste and smell was almost overpowering as I experienced Mum's sexual aroma, fresh and first hand, rather than on the gusset of her knickers.

We went back to the sofa she still sat in the corner on an angle but this time she got me to sit next to her and she put her left leg over my lap.

The most comfortable place for my hands was on her leg, so I began running my hands up and down her legs. Mum relaxed back and closed her eyes. Each time my hand went up her leg I went a little further, towards her bare skin. Mum seemed to be quivering slightly under my light touch, but gave an obvious shiver as my fingers touched her bare inner thigh. My fingers were only a few inches from her knickers but I avoided the desire to go straight there. Mum's breathing was harsh and laboured, as my hand and fingers went down and up, each time closer to the prize I sought. Eventually my fingers reach the junction between her legs and her crotch and I let the back of my hand gently run across her hairy pussy and the little nub of her clit. Mum jumped and shook and sucked in air. The next time I pushed a finger down across her hairy pussy then ran it up her slit to her clit, causing Mum to jump and shake again.

I continued doing that for a few minutes with Mum getting more and more aroused and stimulated. All of a sudden she sat forward, and brought her mouth to my ear then very shakily said, "Darling I'm so close to cummimg. Rub my clit for me, and make me cum."

I concentrated my efforts on her pussy and her clit and rubbed and flicked it through the thin sheer material. Mum was moaning and panting and she was tilting her hips to try and intensify my stimulation. All of a sudden she stiffened then shook and she gave out a long, "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggg," before gasping and grabbing my face and clamping her lips onto mine and she tried to reach down my throat with her tongue, but as the intensity of her orgasm subsided she just hugged into me until she recovered.

"Are you ok Mum?" I asked, with her still clinging to me.

She pulled away from me and looked up at me, her face flushed and looking a little sheepish she replied, "I think I'm more than ok Darling. If you can do that to me by just rubbing my clit, I'm going to be passing out when we finally fuck."

"Do you want to know something Mum?" I asked.

Mum just smiled at me.

"You look beautiful after you cum."

Mum lowered her eyes briefly then looked up and said, "That's because it's you making me cum my Baby Boy."

"I nearly had an orgasm myself watching you. I nearly lost control."

"In that case Darling I think we should go to bed. I have a better use for your cum than sucking it off the inside of my knickers."

With that we both got up and headed out of the lounge and turned the lights out. I followed Mum up the stairs watching her arse move seductively as she climbed exaggerating her hip movements. I reached up and put my hand between her legs and Mum laughed, stopped briefly and wiggled her bum at me. I took my hand away and realised that it was so wet.

"I can't believe how wet you are Mum."

Mum looked back smiling and said, "That's because my young son has been playing with my pussy."

Mum opened her bedroom door and standing in the doorway she turned toward me. She put her arms up around my neck and reached up and kissed me. As she broke the kiss she said, "Mark, my son, would you please come into my bedroom and fuck your Mummy."

I just smiled and nodded my head. She took my hand, turned and led me into her bedroom, switching on her lights, dimmed to a soft warm glow, and then closing the door behind us.

I took her into my arms and holding her tightly I kissed her deeply. The kiss went on and on for several minutes as our journey to the forbidden world began. Eventually we parted and Mum brought me to the centre of the bedroom.

She stood admiring my young body then softly said, "You've been a good boy and very patient". I know there comes a point where a young man simply has to cum and I want to make sure you don't pass that point before I'm ready.

Mum then knelt in front of me and asked, "May I take off your trousers?"

"I would like Mum," I replied.

She undid the belt and the button, and then slid the zip down. As she was doing this her hand was knocking against my erect young cock. She pulled my trousers down and I stepped out of them.

She then gripped the waistband of my uderpants and started to pull them down. My hard young cock, being pushed down with the garment made it a little difficult so Mum pulled the front of my underpants away from my body allowing my hard cock to free itself from its confinement. She pulled my underpants to the floor and I stepped out of them as well and stood naked for my mother.

Mum stood up and kissed me and said, "Mark, you are a handsome young man and you have a beautiful hard cock."

She kissed me again and leading me to her bed she said, "Lay down my Darling."

I got on the bed and lay on my back; Mum laid next to me and kissed me again.

"Are you comfortable?" she asked.

"Yes Mum," I replied.

"Good, I want you to just enjoy it and let things happen in their own good time. Don't worry about telling me when you're about to cum. I will know. Iwant to pleasure you Darling."

Mum smiled lovingly and kissed me. She then started showering kisses all over my face and then my neck and my chest. She reached my nipples and spent several minutes sucking and flicking them, with both her tongue and fingers until they became so sensitive they almost hurt. She continued down my stomach and eventually she reached the top of my thighs. She kissed all around my hard young cock without actually touching it, which increased the anticipation and then suddenly I felt her tongue flick across the head of my cock.

This was followed by another flick and another. After a few more flicks I felt my cock surrounded in moist warmth and looked down to see my hard cock engulfed by my mother's mouth. She began to swirl her tongue around the head of my cock and slowly began to bob her head up and down. Her left hand grasped my ball sack and began to stimulate my balls while her right hand held the base of my hard young cock. She began to bob her head more vigorously and sucking harder.

I lay there not believing how good my first ever blowjob was and I was getting from my own mother.
The pace quickened more, as did the intensity, and although Mum alternated between having it on her tongue to pushing it to the rear of her mouth.
I was lost in the pleasure she was giving me and thought just how lucky I was having my own mother do this to me, when I suddenly felt my young cock stiffening even more and that wonderful sense of pressure that starts to build deep down in the root of my cock. I could also feel my cockhead swelling, which Mum obviously noticed as her stimulation of me intensified. I began to gasp as the pressure built and my cockhead began to tingle and then with Mum making an "Mmmmmmmmmmmm" sound which only further vibrated my cock, with a gasp from me my young teenage cock reached deep down and forced the first rope of semen jetting out of me and into Mum's mouth. This was followed by a second, third, fourth and fifth before my orgasm began to subside. Mum's mouth remained closed around my cock as she accepted my cum and swallowed it.

As my cock became sensitive she became very gentle and light as she cleaned my cock of any remaining cum. Eventually I felt the cool air as she finally removed her mouth from me, which filled me with a little disappointment, but she quickly scooted up the bed and lay her head on my chest and played with my nipples for another minute or two.

Eventually I managed to speak, "Mum. That was the first blowjob I've ever had. Thank you."

Mum beamed up at me, obviously happy with what she'd achieved and replied, "You taste so yummy, Baby Boy. It's so much better fresh, than it is from my knickers."

We both laughed and then kissed each other.

I got up and Mum stood up with me, we were facing each other. I said, "It's my turn now Mum."

Mum smiled at me and just waited.

"Can I take your bra off please Mum?"

"Of course you can Darling," she replied.

I reached around behind her and took hold of each side of the clasp and undid it. I slowly stepped back pulling her bra away from her breasts allowing them to come free of the material. I couldn't believe how erect her nipples were, they stood out proud of the rest of her breast. There was no great sag, they seemed the correct size 38D for my mum's frame.

I dropped the bra and then knelt in front of Mum. I looked up at her and asked, "Can I take off your knickers?"

"I would love you to Darling," Mum replied.

I took hold of the waist band and pulled her sheer lace knickers down. They came down to the tops of her stockings, but the gusset was held in place by Mum's thighs. She spread her legs slightly and her knickers pulled away revealing a dark bush of pubic hair. Below the triangle of hair she was shaved. Her lips were full and puffed up with her obvious arousal and her clit was also erect and out in plain view. I pulled her knickers down to the floor where she stepped out of them and stood with her legs slightly apart and waited. I locked my eyes on hers then brought her knickers to my face. Her scent was intoxicating and the material was absolutely soaked. I put the gusset to my lips and sucked it into my mouth and drew her juices from the material. She tasted fantastic. Eventually I removed her knickers from my mouth, dropped them and stood in front of her. I wrapped my arms around her and drew her into my embrace. I whispered, "I love you Mum."

She replied, "I love you too Darling."

She released me and led me to her bed and she lay down and she asked me to return the favour, like she had done for me only a few minutes before. I started by kissing her deeply first her lips and face, then her neck and chest with kisses. I got to her breasts and took her nearest nipple into my mouth and I sucked it and with it caught between my teeth I flicked my tongue back and forth over the taught skin. Mum began to moan as I did this. I moved across to her other breast and repeated my stimulation. Mum had brought her hands to the back of my head and held me there. I took hold of both her nipples between the forefinger and thumb of each hand and squeezed and rolled them. Mum began to writhe around a little as I played with her nipples.

"Ohhhh my nipples very sensitive Darling," She told me as I played with them.

Between gasped and laboured breath Mum replied, "Very, but for God's sake don't stop Mark."

So switching between sucking her nipples while kneading her breasts, and squeezing and rolling her nipples in my fingers I spent a good few minutes with Mum moaning and gyrating under me.

Eventually I released her breasts and kissing down her stomach I put my tongue in her belly button and Mum giggled. I looked up at her and still giggling she whispered, "It tickles."

I shifted my position and from being alongside Mum I was now down between her legs, which she had opened to allow me access to her very special place. I kissed further down her stomach, down to the dark patch of thick pubic hair, and then I kissed around it, to the tops of her thighs and her slick wet inner thighs, but like she had done, I avoided touching her pussy lips for a good minute or two. Mum was trying to move her hips around to connect her pussy with my mouth but I teased her.

Mum's moaning was more insistent and eventually I flicked my tongue across her protruding clit. Mum shivered and gasped, and then I did it again. She did the same again so I kept flicking her clit with my tongue. I got lower and softly licked from the back of her lips up to her clit and Mum gave a big shudder and closed her legs onto my head. I then lightly licked her clit to be rewarded by her tensing up and experiencing an orgasm. Her legs squeezed my head, but eventually she spread them freeing it again. Her lips spread opening her sex to me and I pushed my tongue into her and brought it back into my mouth tasting her pussy juice for the first time, instead of licking her knickers gusset. I repeated this several times while Mum was pushing and rubbing her wet hairy pussy against my face trying to get more contact and stimulation. I ran my tongue all the way up the inside of her lips to where they joined and then set about licking and sucking her clit. Mum went wild. Her legs and hands were going everywhere, her body was trembling and writhing and she was gasping and now moaning loudly encouraging me to do more and begging me not to stop. While continuing my assault on her clit I slid a couple of fingers up into her very wet cunt as I continued licking and sucking Mum's engorged clit.

All of a sudden Mum cried out "Ohh God Mark my Baby boy, what are you doing to Mummy!" and her body stiffened and then she began to shake. I felt her cunt contract around my fingers and I was rewarded with a river of her love juices running along my fingers from her cunt.

Eventually Mum's orgasm eased and she lay panting on the bed. I came up from between her legs and lay next to her. She took my head into her hands and brought her lips to mine and kissed me.
When she finally broke the kiss she said, "My God, Mark, where on earth did you learn to do that?"

I just smiled and kissed her again.

We hugged each other and my young cock was still hard, it was again trapped between us and Mum pushed her bush of pubic hair into it grinding against it.

I looked into Mum's eyes looking for a sign then she smiled and said, "Roll on your back please Darling, I want that beautiful young cock of yours in side me."

I didn't need asking twice and turned onto my back, Mum straddled my hips and I felt her fingers grasp the base of my cock and then I felt her brush the head of my cock along her thick bush and then her pussy lips. Then lodging my cock at the entrance to her dripping pussy, she looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Would you like Mummy to fuck her baby boy?"

I smiled and nodded and then she sank down onto my cock enveloping it with the wet walls of her cunt. She lifted a couple of times then sank right down all the way taking me as far into her as I would go.

She just sat there and shuddered and looking at me said, "Oh God that feels so good Mark. I don't think I've ever felt a cock this hard before." Then she leaned down and kissed me.

Her hips started to gyrate slowly moving herself around my cock. With all her weight on me it was difficult to pump myself into her, but I just kept pressing up into her. Her movements started to get bigger, causing my cock to slide up and down her pussy.

This went on for a few minutes with Mum increasing the speed until all of a sudden she threw her head back and shook through another orgasm while fucking her own f******n year old son. She quickly recovered and ground her wet pussy hard into me. She kissed me and started again, slowly increasing the movement with my cock being forced up and down her channel while she ascends to another orgasm. As she came she kept calling out to me to fuck her hard, to "Ohh Fuck Mummy, Fuck Mummy harder darling."

I could feel myself getting more stimulated after the blowjob of earlier but to an extent I was content seeing Mum get so much pleasure from having me in her. We went round the cycle of building the speed a couple more times, with Mum reaching more intense orgasms each time. After her fourth orgasm, Mum fell onto me gasping, although I could still feel her cunt walls clawing at my stiff young cock still buried deep in my mother pussy.

She suddenly looked at me and said, "Baby it's your turn now. Would you like to try it doggie style?" it's my favourite position."

She smiled lustily at me and said, "You'd better assume the position and get that cock of yours pumping my pussy with that cum of yours."

With that she got off me and kneeling at the edge of the bed I got behind her and placing my cock at her dripping open sex I pushed into her in one hard thrust. She screamed into the bed and for a second I thought I'd hurt her, but she started pushing back at me and started begging me to fuck her hard.

I started pumping my cock in and out of her, in long firm strokes and Mum just began to rant at me with her face buried in the bed to fuck her harder. I fucked her hard and gradually increased my pace as I felt my cock responding to the stimulation of her dripping cunt. I really started to pick up the pace and Mum just egged me on and on. She came at least once more before I felt that pressure begin to build at the base of my cock, for the second time that evening. I began to stiffen more and my young cock head swelled which Mum felt and then she just went completely rigid. Her cunt clamped down hard on me and as I pumped my first jet of young cum into her, Mum just shook and trembled, with her screams being muffled by the bed. I pumped a second third and fourth powerful jet into her as she ranted at me to fill her up. Her cunt muscles seemed to ripple along my hard young cock. I just kept pushing against her trying to get as deep into her as I possibly could. My cock continued to pulse but with no more cum but I didn't want to move. Eventually Mum seemed to relax and I playfully pumped my still semi-hard cock a few times. Which caused her to wiggle her rear and she let out a satisfied "Mmmmmmm".

She finally pulled away from me and spread out on the bed and reached towards me saying, "Darling, come and hold me my beautiful young man."

I got back onto the bed and lay next to her. We kissed and she wrapped her arm and leg over me pulling me into her.

She was still flush from her orgasm and looked so radiant.

She then said, "I know I've enjoyed sex all my life but Darling, but you were fantastic. I've never experienced such intense orgasms. Thank you."

"I've never had sex before Mum. I never knew a woman could have so many orgasms."

"It's because of my clit. Because it's sensitive I tend to reach orgasm quite quickly. So 4 or 5 orgasms for me are not unusual, but what was different was how intense they were. I could give up everything and just have you fuck me forever. My Baby boy, you were magnificent."

We kissed again; I removed her suspender belt and stockings and we got ourselves under the duvet. We hugged and kissed for about an hour or so before we fucked again gently and lovingly. It seemed to go on forever as we bathed in the glow of our excitement. This was more emotional than physical. "We made love this time." Mum and I came together again. We stayed linked together and kissed and hugged before we both drifted off into a satisfied sleep.

The next morning I woke up alone in Mum's bed. I was a little disappointed as I was hoping to fuck her again just like the previous night, but it was nearly 11am so I decided better get up. I quickly showered and then got some shorts from my bedroom, and then went downstairs.

I found Mum in the lounge reading the paper and as I walked in I said, "Good morning Mum."

Mum dropped the paper and jumped up. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me long and hard.

After breaking the kiss and grinning like a Cheshire cat she said, "Good morning my lover boy. How do you feel this morning?"

"I feel great Mum, how about you?

"I know I shoud'nt because of what we did was against the Law. But I had sex with the most magnificent young man in the world last night, not once, but twice.

Darling, I feel amazzing. If I'd have known sex with you was going to be that good I would of had sex with you weeks ago."

"What do you mean Mum?" I asked.

"Mark, darling, I have to admit that having found the knickers you used weeks ago, I knew I would have to find out if it was just a fantasy or whether you really would have sex with me if I offered myself to you. I know it's wrong, i****t is against the Law. But I realised very quickly that I wanted you despite you being so young and my son. I saw this as purely a Mothers love and I could as we live alone just the two of us, I could put aside the social taboo. The one thing I wasn't sure of was whether you would want the same."

Mum went on to explain some of the subtle changes she made over the weeks between finding out about me using her knickers and this weekend, and we laughed together at how blind I was and how devious Mum was. She was particularly proud of managing to change her morning routine so that she was down earlier and not dressed. I had to admit that it never occurred to me that it was nothing more than innocent.

Becoming more serious I said, "Mum thank you, It was the best night of my life."

Smiling back a little shyly Mum said, "Thank you Darling.

That's one of the benefits a mature partner can give a younger lover.
I'm so happy for us both, because you really were magnificent."

We kissed deeply again and held each other close, just enjoying the contact.

As we broke our embrace, something funny occurred to me and I asked, "So now I'm a certified motherfucker, what do we do now?"

Mum grinned naughtily then replied, "Well, as your mother, I'd say you'll just have to keep pleasing me."

She laughed and headed towards the kitchen. I followed her where she made breakfast and we sat, ate and talked about our new relationship.

Looking back it was the first time I'd seen Mum as happy in months. She admitted to me about how much she had missed having sex, but was now thankful to me as she really enjoy having sex with me.

Mum and I had some great fun and great times together over so many years. We experimented within our own desires; we even holidayed together as a mature woman and her toyboy. I've never known a naughtier woman than her. The sex was always fantastic, but the love we had, and still have, is beyond compare.

We spent nearly eight good years together before Mum persuaded me it was time to find someone to spend my life with, which I eventually did. I now have a fantastic wife, Marilyn. She is a fantastic and open-minded woman and she knows about everything Mum and myself did together. Mum and I have often spoken about trying to get Marilyn to join us for sex, but she always refused. Saying that what Mum and myself did was not for her, she understood how and why it happend with Mum being only 31 and single with a horny 14 year old son. Marilyn and I have a fantastic sex life which is often at its best after a visit to Mum, as she likes to her about what we did, but despite that, I've never had better sex than I have with Mum.!!!