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“You were wonderful Mum,” he said, sliding his hand under the table, finding the slit in her skirt, his hand gliding up her thigh, finding her naked cunt, his fingers caressing that smooth area that for so long had been covered in a mat of hair. Susan automatically parted her thighs to allow his fingers to part her labia. She sighed as he located her clitoris which had been in a state of arousal all through the meal. Her hand went to his lap, feeling the hardness of him extending down the inside of his thigh, she squeezed his cock, feeling it pulsate in response.

“The evening is still young,” she smiled.

“Oh don’t worry Mum, l haven’t finished with you yet this evening.”

Susan visibly trembled as his finger entered her vagina. “I can’t wait,” she said, “shall we go?”

“Don’t you want a desert?” He said.

She squeezed his cock again, “l want this for desert,” she smiled, “you can fill my tummy with cum, l don’t care from which end.”

“Mum, you’re a slut,” he laughed.

“I am what you made me,” she replied.

Paul called over the waiter and asked for the bill.

“Certainly Sir,” the waiter replied, his eyes fixed on the deep V neck of Susan’s dress which showed her ample cleavage. As instructed by Paul, she was not wearing a bra and due to the fact that he had been playing with her cunt throughout the meal, her nipples were rock hard and prominent through the thin material of the dress.

“He wants to put his cock between your tits,” Paul laughed when the waiter had left to fetch the bill.

“Perhaps l should have offered to suck him off for a discount,” Susan countered.

“Not this time,” he replied, “that’s for the future, my cock is the only one that you’re sucking off tonight.”

“Mmmmm, yes please,” she replied, squeezing his cock again.

Paul took out his phone and dialled for a taxi. The waiter returned with the bill. Paul signed it, adding a generous tip and gave the waiter his card. While he waited, the waiter once again stared at Susan’s cleavage. Susan looked up and smiled at him, at the same time adjusting the neckline of her dress, pulling it out sufficiently to give him a brief glimpse of her nipple. She unashamedly turned her eyes to the front of his trousers, seeing the slight bulge of his erection then looked up at him and smiled again, running the tip of her tongue around her lips.

The waiter processed Paul’s card on a machine he carried, then hurried off towards the back of the restaurant where the signs said ‘Toilets’.

“Wank time,” Susan giggled.

“You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” Paul said.

“It’s wonderful,” she replied, “l was uncertain when we started but everything has been such fun, l’ve spent so many years without any fun in my life, you’ve made me feel like a new person, l feel younger, l actually feel as if men find me desirable, l didn’t think that was possible.”

As Paul held her chair for her to get up, she turned and kissed him full on his mouth. Other diners that were close to them had a full view.

“They think l’m your toy boy,” Paul said.

“Oh no,” she giggled, “l’m the toy here.”

“Walk in front of me,” he said, “l’ll stay close or they’ll see the effect you have on me.”

Susan couldn’t help giggling as they walked between tables to the exit, she felt Paul close behind her, felt his erection poking her, she deliberately faltered a couple of times so that he bumped into her, his erection pressing into her back. By the time they had exited the restaurant she was laughing uncontrollably.

The taxi pulled up and Susan bent to climb in the back. “Oooo,” she giggled as Paul gave her bottom a smack.

It hadn’t gone unnoticed by the taxi driver and Susan laughed as she tumbled onto the seat, her skirt in disarray, the slit open exposing a considerable amount of thigh. She made no effort to cover up as Paul sat beside her and gave the driver their address.

As they travelled, she turned and kissed him. It was a deep passionate kiss, their tongues entwining. Her hands went to the front of his trousers, feeling the hardness of him, his hand slid up the inside of her thigh as she parted her legs for him.

“Get your tits out,” he whispered into her ear.

She glanced forward and saw the eyes of the driver in the rear view mirror watching her. She put her hand into the neckline of her dress and pulled out her left breast, then did the same with the other one. She held her breasts up for Paul as he bent his head, taking each nipple in turn into his mouth, sucking and biting her nipples. His hand between her thighs became more urgent and she gave a sigh as three of his fingers entered her.

She looked over the top of Paul’s head and saw the driver’s eyes watching her. “You keep your eyes on the road,” she giggled, “we don’t want to crash.” She saw him look away for a second but then his eyes were drawn back, she noticed the taxi had slowed considerably so that he could watch what they were doing.

She sighed deeply as her son’s teeth bit down on her nipple, his fingers driving deep into her cunt as he finger fucked her. She knew her skirt had parted completely, leaving her totally exposed but she didn’t care. She moved with his fingers, spreading her legs as wide as the situation would allow.

“Do it baby,” she said, “give me all of it.”

Paul could hear his fingers sloshing in her soaking wet cunt, he put his fingers together and pushed his whole hand into her, balling a fist once he was inside her.

“Oh yes!” She purred as his fist went deeper. He was sucking and biting her nipples, she was holding his head, pressing him against her breasts. He began fucking her with his fist, driving into her harder with each thrust.

“Yes baby…..oh yes…..fuck Mummy with your fist baby, bite Mummy’s tits, oh yes baby, make Mummy cum.”

She saw the driver’s eye open wide as he realised that he had a son and mother in the back of his cab.

“Give it to her son,” he said.

Paul lifted his head from her breast. “Find somewhere quiet and you can have her mouth,” he said.

“Oh fucking Jesus,” the driver said, “hang on son, l’ll pull in to the industrial estate, it will be quiet there.”

“Hurry up then,” Paul replied, “she’s like a bitch in heat.”

“Oh fuck,” the driver replied, “nearly there son.”

The taxi came to a sudden halt and Susan almost slid off the seat.

The back door opened and Paul manoeuvred her so that she was lying along the bench seat. “Just fuck her mouth,” he said to the driver, “don’t be gentle, she likes it rough, and don’t pull out, she’ll take all your spunk.”

“Oh fuck,” the driver said, fumbling with his trousers. “Twenty five years l’ve done this job,” he said, “l’ve dreamt of nights like this, never had it happen.”

“Don’t hang about,” Paul said as he resumed tucking her with his fist.

Susan saw the driver getting into the cab, his trousers and pants round his ankles. She saw his hard cock, it looked a decent size, not as bid as Paul’s of course but she knew it would fill her mouth. She saw his hesitation. She took hold of his cock with one hand, guiding it to her mouth, her other hand went behind him pulling him hard into her.

“Oh fuck!” He cried as his cock rammed into her mouth, he felt it hit the back of her throat but still she held him firm. He felt her sucking on him. His brain was scrambled.

Susan came as his cock entered her, Paul’s fist like a piston in her cunt was sloshing and slurping in her juices. Her body shook from top to toe. She felt the cock in her mouth pulsate, felt his surge coming.

“Oh fuck!” The driver cried out again as his seed shot into her mouth. “Oh fuck!…..oh fuck!”. He pressed himself hard into her as his balls emptied.

Susan swallowed hard, another orgasm tearing through her body. She felt his sperm leaking from her mouth, running over her chin. Paul’s fist was still pummelling her cunt, there was no mercy. She gagged on the driver’s cock as she came again, almost passing out with the intensity.

The driver collapsed, only just managing to support himself with the back of the seat. He pulled his limp cock out of her mouth. He looked down to see her spunk covered face. He watched as Paul withdrew his fist, Susan sighing as her vagina was vacated.

“Taste it,” Paul said, holding his fist before her face.

She licked her juices from it, using her fingers to scoop the spunk on her face and licking it from them.

“Oh fuck….fuck, fuck fuck,” the driver said. “That was fucking wild, just like one of those porn movies.” He turned to Paul. “Is she really your mother?” He asked.

“Yeah,” he replied, “but don’t get the wrong impression, l only started fucking her yesterday.”

“Oh l don’t judge anyone mate,” the driver said, “l only wish l’d had a mother like that.”

The driver got dressed and got back in the driver’s seat. “You should be home in five minutes, l won’t charge you. Here,” he said, passing back a business card. “That’s my business number, if ever your mother wants a cab, give me a ring, if l’m free she’ll get a free ride.”

“I expect you’ll want a free ride in exchange,” Paul laughed.

“That’s up to the lady,” he said, “no strings mate, of course it would be very nice but she doesn’t have to.”

Susan was recovering slowly, she felt washed out but her body was still trembling from the punishment Paul had given her with his fist. She looked down at her dress, or rather what was left of it. It was covered in spunk stains and the neckline had been torn right down the middle until it almost met the slit in her skirt. Her tits were hanging out and she didn’t have the will or the energy to cover them.

They arrived at the house and Paul helped her out of the cab. She stood on the pavement trying to cover herself with the remnants of her dress, she could either cover her tits or her cunt but not both, in the end she just let the dress fall open exposing everything, trusting that there were not many people about at that time of the evening.

Paul offered to pay the fare but the driver refused it. “She was well worth it mate,” he said, “it’s been a first for me in all these years, you take the lady inside son and have a good night.” Paul closed the door and the taxi drove off.

As Susan turned to go into the house, she stumbled. Paul caught her and studied her but not without her losing hold on her dress completely and it fell to the floor. As Paul stooped to pick it up, she looked up, there was the outline of a figure standing in the upstairs window of the house next door. She recognised Steve watching her standing there naked with her son.

“Shit,” she said, “l hope he doesn’t tell Jean, she’s an awful gossip, everyone in town will know.”

“Well you’ll have to offer him something to keep him quiet,” Paul said.

“I don’t like either of them,” she said scuttling towards the front door and out of sight.

“You may well end up fucking a lot of men you don’t like,” Paul said, “but you’re my slut now so you’ll fuck whoever l say.” He looked up at the figure in the window and gave him the thumbs up sign, the figure didn’t respond, only closed the curtains.

“You go up and shower, then get into bed,” he said as they stood in the hall. “I’ll use the other shower then bring us up some wine.”

“Why don’t you shower with me?” She said, putting her arms round his neck and grinding her pelvis against him.

“Because if l do l’ll end up fucking you in the shower,” he said, pushing her away, “and l’m not wasting a good fuck on a knee trembler in the shower.”

“So you do want to fuck me then,” she giggled, putting her arms round his neck again.

“Don’t worry, l haven’t finished with you yet this evening,” he smiled, pushing her away again. He turned her towards the stairs, giving her a sharp smack on her bottom to send her on her way.

Susan giggled as she climbed the stairs.

When Paul entered the bedroom carrying two glasses of wine, Susan was already lying on the bed naked, she looked fresh and he had to admit she looked beautiful. Her knees were drawn up and parted, her cunt looked inviting.

“You look ready for me,” she giggled, taking her glass from him with one hand while her other hand reached out and held his erection. She tried to pull him towards her by his cock, parting her thighs wider in anticipation.

“Not yet,” he said, removing her hand, “l want to take my time.”

“Mmmmm, that sounds nice,” she said, taking a sip of her wine.

Paul put his wine on the bedside table then joined her on the bed. “Did you enjoy it in the taxi?” He said, putting his arm around her and drawing her to him, her head resting on his chest.

“It was wild,” she said, “you ruined my dress.” She took a sip of wine then placed her glass on her bedside table. She snuggled back against his chest, her fingers tracing circles around his nipples.

“I hadn’t seen that dress before,” he said, “you looked great in it, l’ll have to buy you another when l start work.”

Paul was in the final stages of his University degree course and had already secured a contract of employment with a huge multi national company at a very generous salary.

“I bought it three years ago,” she said, “my friend Sally took me shopping to cheer me up, you had gone off to Uni and l was feeling very lonely, l felt old and on my own. Sally was encouraging me to get out more and try dating but l’d convinced myself that l was too old and unattractive to find a decent man.”

“That’s rubbish Mum,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

“We went shopping and Sally made me buy that dress, l must admit l felt good in it, but l never got the nerve to wear it in public until tonight, now it’s lying in a heap downstairs, torn and covered in cum stains.” As she spoke, her fingers began wandering down, over his tummy, they by-passed his erection but started tracing over his balls. At the same time, Paul reached around her, cupping her breast and rolling his thumb over her nipple.

“What you did to me in the taxi,” she said, “it was cruel, it hurt, but it was amazing. And then when you invited him to join us.”

“Good?” He said.

“You know it was,” she replied, “never in my wildest dream could l have imagined doing something like that, and certainly not with my son.” She finally took hold of his election and moved down to kiss the head, resting her head on his tummy, her lips brushing the tip of his penis. “Just look what you’ve turned me into, you do know that we’ll go to hell for this don’t you.”

“I shouldn’t worry about that,” he laughed, “all the fun people are there already, but l’ll take you to heaven plenty of times before we get that far.”

She kissed his penis again in response as he tweaked her nipple. “Oh this is so lovely,” she said, resting her head on his tummy, his cock held against her cheek. “But you’ll be gone tomorrow, back to all those women you fuck and you won’t want me.”

“Why don’t you come with me,” he said.

“Don’t be silly,” she replied, “l can’t stay with you in your digs, what about your flat mates, you can hardly tell them that l’m your mother and that you’re fucking me.”

“I can find you a place to stay,” he said. “One of my women lives just down the road, she’s a widow, lives on her own, you can stay with her.”

“And what will l do all day, just lie there with my legs open waiting for you to spare a few minutes to fuck me.”

“I don’t have any more lectures,” he said, “l only have to be there in case any of my tutors want to ask me any questions, it’s just a formality, l know l’m going to get a First. I’ll have plenty of free time, and you’ll enjoy meeting Esme, she’s lovely.”

“Esme?” Susan said, “that sounds like an old name, how old is she?”

“She’s the oldest,” he replied, “she’s seventy two.”

Susan sat up and looked at him. “You mean you’re fucking a woman in her seventies?”

“You wait till you meet her Mum,” he said, “she looks ten years younger, she’s fit, got a great body for her age and she loves sex.”

“How did you meet her?” Susan asked, lying back on his tummy and stoking his cock.

“I was in the car park of the supermarket, she had just come out and her bag broke, her shopping was on the floor. I helped her pick it up. She was walking home so l offered to give her a lift. She invited me in for coffee and we got talking, she is a bubbly sort of person and we started laughing about something, l went to step past her and we bumped into each other, my hand ended up on her tit. I apologised but she just laughed and said it was quite pleasant, that it had been a while since she’d had her breasts felt. She got quite cheeky and started flirting, l said something like l could give them a proper feel if she liked and she said that would be nice. Anyway, it didn’t take long before she had my cock out and once she’d seen it she couldn’t get it up her quick enough. I see her once a week now, you’ll love her Mum, she’s a randy old cow, and she likes it rough like you.”

“Are all your women like that? How many are there?”

“There’s only three other sort of regulars, they are all younger,” he said. “Two of them l met at dogging sites, they were there with their husbands. The other one works as a cleaner in our block of flats, she’s employed by the University. We pay her extra to clean our flat, one day, she thought the flat was empty, she was busy cleaning when l came out of the shower, l had been wanking, thinking about going and giving Esme a fuck so l had a full erection. Two minutes later she was bent over the back of a chair with my cock up her cunt.”

“Are they all attractive?”

“Mary, the cleaner is quite pretty, she’s a bit thinner than l like and she only has tiny tits. The other two…Jean is in her fifties, she’s quite fat with huge tits, they sag down on her belly.”

“And men still want her?” Susan said.

“Don’t forget Mum,” he said, “a lot of the men who go to dogging sites are ordinary married men, often with wives who are not interested in sex, they come across Jean, who is happy for them to live out their fantasies with her, they can do things with her they have only seen on porn sites.”

“What like?” She said, kissing his cock and rubbing it against her cheek.

“Well apart from blow jobs and fucking, Jean is into anal and water sports.”

“What do you mean water sports?” She said.

“Oh Mum, where have you been,” he laughed. “Water sports is playing with piss like l did with you, pissing on each other, pissing into mouths, you were excited by it, well Jean likes lots of men to piss on her at the same time.”

“Are you going to make me do that?”

“Probably,” he said, “there are other things she does as well but we’ll go into that later.”

“What about the other one,” she said, kissing his cock.

“That’s Saffy,” he said. “Her full name is Saffron.”

“That’s a fancy name.”

“Yeah well her parents were hippies back in the sixties and Saffy had a bit of a wild upbringing, she’s the same age as you, but she grew up travelling from camp to camp.”

“Where did you meet her? Is she more attractive than me, l bet she is.”

Paul hesitated.

“I knew it,” she said.

“It’s not that she’s more attractive,” Paul said, “l mean she is a looker, but it’s her personality, l suppose that’s the wrong word, it just that she likes different things.”

“Like what? Do you mean kinky things? Is she married?”

“Not married no,” he replied, “but she has a man, she calls him Master.”

“Master?” Susan said, that’s strange.

“We’ll he treats her like his slave,” Paul said, “don’t get me wrong, she wants it. But she likes pain.”

“What…spanking you mean?”

“More than that,” Paul said, “caning, whips and she likes things done to her tits, needles and clamps. There are videos of her on the internet, l’ll show you sometime.”

“Wow!” Susan said, “how did you meet her?”

“Col, that’s the man she’s with, he brought her dogging, he was hoping to get her fucked by a group of men, hopefully three at once but apart from me, there were only two others and they only wanted to wank over her. I got talking to Col and he invited me back to their place, he let me watch while he whipped her tits, it was wild, he was doing it hard, she had red stripes on her tits and tummy, then he got me to fuck her up her bum, he said it was the biggest cock she’d ever had but he had fisted her arsehole before so she took it all right, she sucked him off while l fucked her. I’ve only gone back a couple of times, the last time she was tied up and he wanted me to whip her, he kept telling me to do it harder, she came that hard her cunt was like a fountain, then l fucked her.”

“Oh,”

“Don’t worry Mum,” he said, “l won’t be doing that to you, to be honest l don’t enjoy hurting her that bad, l like twisting your nipples, and you like that too don’t you?”

“We’ll yes l suppose,” Susan replied, “but l don’t think l would enjoy having my tits whipped, perhaps if you only did it gently.”

Paul laughed, “l think the idea is turning you on a bit Mum.”

Susan kissed his cock again. “Are you going to fuck me now, you’re so hard.”

“Not yet,” he said, “l want a taste of your cunt first.”

“Mmmmm, yes please,” she said, rolling onto her back, parting her thighs and drawing up her knees. “Make Mummy cum,” she giggled.

Paul moved down between her legs, parting her labia. “You’re so wet Mum,” he laughed, “your juices are running out already.”

“What do you expect,” she giggled, “when you’ve been telling me what you’ve been doing with those women, l suppose l’ll have to wait my turn, you said they were regulars, are there others?”

“You wouldn’t believe how easy some mature women are,” he said, slipping two fingers into her cunt. “If l see a group of women out for a girls night out l can guarantee l’ll be fucking at least one of them before the night is out. I wait till they’ve had a bit to drink then find an excuse to get talking to one of them, make it obvious l’m staring at their tits. They’re easy Mum, they have a good looking young man showing an interest and it makes them feel good. Once they see the bulge in my trousers that’s it, it’s usually a back corridor or out to the car park, up against the wall or over the front of a car.”

“You don’t have any conscience about taking advantage of them?” Susan squirmed on his fingers.

“Usually it’s the most excitement they’ve had for years, sometimes ever.”

“Do you ever see them again?”

“Most of them give me their telephone number,” he said, “once they’ve had this cock once they can’t wait to have it again. My regular fuck is Esme but if l fancy a change l give one of them a ring, either go round when their husband is out or meet them somewhere out in the country. It suits both of us Mum, it’s just sex with no emotional hang ups.”

“I only fuck Mary if l happen to be in when she comes to do the cleaning. Jean is just for a blow job or a tit wank if l feel like it and she puts out a message that she will be out dogging. As for Saffy, l’ve only had her twice, she and her husband spend a lot of time in France.”

“And Esme won’t mind me staying there?”

“She’ll love it Mum,” he said, “she’ll love the company, and when l come l can have you both in bed together.”

“This is surreal,” Susan laughed, “you’ve got your fingers up my pussy and telling me all about the other women you fuck.”

“And you love it Mum,” he smiled, taking his fingers out and licking them, “but now it’s time for the main course.” He parted her labia again, bending forward and pressing his mouth against her cunt, his tongue worming it’s way into her.

Susan sighed, “Mmmmm,” she said, wrapping her legs around his neck.

Paul alternated between exploring her cunt with his tongue and flicking her clitoris with it. He took the hardened nub between his lips, sucking it, feeling his mother arching up in response. He reached up to her breast, rolling her nipples and tweaking them as he nibbled on her clit.

“Oh god yes!” She hissed, her fingers entwined in his hair as her thighs clamped him tighter. She trembled as she came, feeling his mouth working as he drank her juices.

Paul became more urgent and rougher. Pulling and twisting her nipples as he bit down on her clitoris. He moved one hand down, sliding all four fingers into her cunt as he sucked on her clit.

“Oh god!” She cried, her legs parting wide, her back arching up off the bed as his fingers churned her cunt juices.

Paul took his fingers out, hearing her groan with disappointment. His finger were coated with her mucus, he pressed two fingers against her anus.

“Oh god yes!” She cried, “do it, oh god yes.”

He pushed two fingers into her anus up to the knuckle. She cried out again, hugging herself as juices sprayed from her cunt into his mouth. He worked his fingers inside her, his mother rolling and thrashing on the bed as she steamrolled from one orgasm to another.

Susan thought she was going to die, the pleasure was too much but still she cried out for more.

Paul removed his fingers, hearing his mother groan. He grabbed her ankles, lifting them and pinning them beside her head, he looked down, her bum hole still gaping from his fingers, he could see her sphincter muscle spasming. He was above her. He manoeuvred the head of his cock, resting it against her anus. He looked into her face, she was covered in perspiration, her eyes were glazed. He knew that at that moment he could do anything he wanted to her and the feeling of power made his cock even harder.

Susan didn’t care any more, she didn’t think she could cum any more. She knew her son was above her but she couldn’t focus on his face. Her body was in spasm. Suddenly there was a searing pain in the depth of her body as she felt him filling her most private orifice.

Paul had to use every ounce of self restraint not to drive his huge cock deep into her arsehole. He forced the head into her anus then gave her about six inches, hearing her scream. Juices sprayed from her cunt, coating his tummy.

He supported himself over her, looking straight down at her. “I’m up your arse Mum,” he said, “am l stretching you…am l hurting you.”

Susan heard the words in the back of her mind, she felt as if she was being torn apart.

“Do you want it Mum,” he said, “tell me if you want it, you want my cock up your arse.”

“Yes!” She screamed, “yes,yes,yes.”

He pulled back, then slid inside her again, watched her panting as he fucked her. She was so tight, it felt like his cock was in a burning vice, her muscles gripping him, her body out of control. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, he knew she was on the verge of passing out. He knew he couldn’t control himself much longer, knew that if he gave in to his desire he could do her a serious injury.

He slowly pulled out, she sighed as her bum hole was vacated. He looked down at her gaping orifice her sphincter muscle pulsating. He moved up, his cock between her labia. He crashed down on her, driving every inch of his cock into her cunt.

“Oh Jesus!” She cried, beating his chest with her fist as she came, her head rolling from side to side.

Paul cried out with her as he unloaded his seed inside her, his cock pumping wildly as he ground his pelvis against her. His orgasm seemed to last forever as he kept pumping his spunk into her cunt. He released her ankles and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, clamping him inside her as she humped against him, the muscles in her cunt milking him.

They heaved and humped together until every last drop of his sperm had been planted inside her. The intensity died and Susan collapsed back on the bed, Paul lying on top of her.

“Oh god Paul,” she finally whispered, “you’re going to kill me with that thing.”

“I can feel your heart beating,” he said.

“I’m not surprised,” she replied, “l thought my brain was going to burst. We have to slow down, you can’t keep fucking me like that, you’ll kill me.”

“But you wanted it too,” he said.

“I know l did,” she said, “l’m not blaming you my darling, but you’re so big, if you keep driving him into me harder and harder you’re going to damage the baby.”

“But Mum, you don’t even know if your pregnant, it’s only been one day.”

“You sweet sweet boy,” she said, cupping his face with both hands and kissing him, “believe me, l know. What do you think you would have done to me if you’d fucked my bottom the way you did in my pussy, l couldn’t take that up there Paul.”

“I wouldn’t do that Mum,” he said, “l know l went deeper than l intended, but l won’t do it again as deep as that l promise.”

Susan laughed. “Is this real,” she said, “l’m lying her discussing with my son how hard he should fuck me in my bottom.”

Paul laughed with her. “And while you still have my cock up your cunt,” he said, “you really are a slut Mum,” he kissed her.

He rolled sideways, Susan groaning in disappointment as his cock slipped from her cunt.

“Pass me some tissues,” she said, “l don’t think my legs will carry me to the bathroom.”

Paul reached for the tissues, passing a thick wad to her which she packed between her thighs.

“Hold me,” she said, snuggling against him, her head resting on his chest. “Don’t say anything, just hold me.”

He put his arm round her, holding her tight. They stayed like that as they both drifted off into a deep sleep.

Susan woke to a bright light, the sun streaming through the window. As she came to, she glanced at the clock, it showed just after nine o’clock. She couldn’t remember the last time she had slept so long and so deeply. She felt totally rested, she felt good, apart from a little pain in her bottom. She smiled to herself, not feeling any shame for what she had done, rather feeling proud that she had managed to take him, if only half his length. She felt a warm glow in the pit of her stomach, she knew that from now on she would do whatever it took to keep her son interested in her.

She rolled over, expecting to find Paul lying beside her but all there was was an indentation in the pillow where his head had been.

“Good morning,” Paul’s voice startled her, she turned towards the door to see him standing there, looking freshly showered and dressed, holding a breakfast tray.

“I brought you breakfast,” he said, walking over to the bed.

“Oh that’s lovely,” she said, sitting up, making no effort to cover her naked body, “l’m famished.”

“You burned off a lot of calories last night,” he chuckled as he placed the tray on her lap, turning and kissing her. “Enjoy that, then get showered and dressed, we have to get going.”

“Where are we going?” She asked, drinking the glass of orange juice, then tucking in to the plate of scrambled eggs on toast.

“You’re coming with me when l go back to Uni,” he said. “I’ve spoken to Esme, she is looking forward to meeting you, says you can stay as long as you like, but it will only be fore a few days while l finish off at Uni.”

“Does she know about you and me, about..you know?” She asked, taking a sip of the hot, strong coffee.

“About us fucking you mean?” he laughed, “yes, l told her we had started fucking, she’s pleased, she couldn’t believe l hadn’t been fucking you for years when we spoke before l left Uni, she was encouraging me to start doing it then but l was afraid it would spoil our relationship, l really had no intention of starting with you, it just seemed to happen.”

“We’ll l’m glad it did,” she said, “oh that makes me sound awful.”

“No it doesn’t Mum,” he replied, kissing her again, “but you need to eat up and get showered and dressed, if l have to look at you like that much longer l’ll want to fuck you again and we don’t have time.”

“We have time for a quickie,” she giggled, moving the tray to one side, “my bottom is still tingling but my pussy is ready.”

“Stop it Mum, l’ll be fucking you this evening, we’ll have a threesome with Esme, now eat up.” He walked over to her wardrobe, sorting through her dresses hanging there. He ***********ed two, a green halter neck and a red gingham that buttoned all down the front. He hung the green one on the outside of the wardrobe and placed the gingham dress on the bed.

“Where this one and pack the green one,” he said, “you only need to pack enough for a few days, no underwear, you won’t need bras or panties.”

“Yes sir,” she giggled, finishing off the last piece of toast, “whatever you command Sir.”

An hour later they were in the car, it took the best part of an hour on country roads before they reached the motorway. Susan had reclined her seat slightly and was enjoying watching the countryside drift by. She felt warm and safe and incredibly sexy. Her hand wandered over onto Paul’s thigh, sliding over and feeling the bulge where his cock nestled.

“Stop it Mum,” he smiled.

“We could stop for a few minutes,” she purred, rubbing his cock and feeling it respond.

“You’re a shameless slut Mum,” he said.

“Mmmmm,” she replied, “a very horny shameless slut.”

“Undo your dress,” he said, “get your tits out.”

“Yes Sir,” she said, undoing all the buttons and parting the dress, leaving her naked body totally exposed. “You do know that lorry drivers will see me when we pass them,” she giggled.

“Well they deserve something to brighten their day,” he said, reaching over and sliding his hand between her thighs. She parted them and he slipped a finger into her cunt.”

“Mmmmmmm,” she purred, “that’s nice.”

Their car was approaching a truck. Paul pulled out to overtake but as they started to pass he slowed to match his speed with the truck.

“Give him a show,” he said, “make his day.”

Susan turned slightly towards the truck, parting her legs as wide as she could in the confines of the car. The truck driver glanced down and smiled. Susan waved back, then cupped her breasts.

“He seems impressed,” she laughed, “this is fun.”

They drove on for about half a mile, matching pace with the truck. The driver glancing down occasionally and Susan changing position to display herself. She looked up through the front windscreen to see where the trucker was pointing.

“He’s pointing to the sign for the service station,” she said. “I think he wants us to pull in there. Are you going to let him fuck me.”

“Not fuck you,” Paul replied, “but show him you’ll suck his cock.”

“This is so exciting,” she giggled, turning back towards the truck, holding her hand in front of her mouth as if she were sucking a cock. “He gave me the thumbs up,” she said.

Paul eased back on speed, falling in behind the truck as they followed him off the motorway into the service station. They followed him to the truck park, stopping alongside the truck. Paul got out, Susan followed him clutching her dress together. They went round to the driver’s door which was open.

The driver looked to be in his fifties, he was a big man with a considerable beer belly.

“Hi, this is my mother,” Paul said, “she’s happy to give you a blow job but no fucking.”

As Paul spoke, Susan allowed her dress to fall open.

“You’re mother!” The driver replied, “you jammy bastard, are you fucking her?”

“Yeah mate,” Paul replied. “I’m going to get a coffee, take her in your cab and let her suck you off, she does swallow so enjoy yourself.”

The driver moved over to allow Susan to climb up. “How much mate,” he said.

“Oh she doesn’t charge pal,” Paul laughed, “she just loves sucking cocks and drinking spunk.”

Paul went to the service area. He went into the toilets, then queued for two take out coffees. In all he was gone just over fifteen minutes. When he returned, Susan was already sitting in the car and the truck was gone.

Paul handed her a coffee. “Good?” He asked.

“Different,” she giggled, “he was so fat and his cock wasn’t very big. He was very hairy, he did apologise for being a bit smelly but said he’d been driving all night. He had a nice load of cum though but he came quite quickly.”

“You’ve still got spunk on your chin.”

“Oh,” she giggled, checking herself in the mirror then using her finger to scrape it off, putting her finger in her mouth.

“You dirty cunt,” he laughed, “don’t you kiss me till you’ve washed your mouth.”

“Pig,” she laughed as they restarted their journey.

Paul insisted that she remain naked for the rest of the journey, Susan enjoying the admiring glances and horns sounding as they passed numerous lorries, and the shocked expressions from passengers on coaches.

Esme lived in a very affluent area of the town. A tree lined avenue with large houses set well back from the road with manicured gardens. Paul eventually pulled into a driveway between the trees, driving around a lawn to the front of a large house.

“Wow,” Susan said, “this is some property.”

“Yes,” Paul replied, “Esme’s husband owned a large engineering business, he left her very well off.”

Susan started to button her dress.

“No, leave it open,” Paul told her.

“But….” She went to reply.

“I want you to stay naked while you’re here,” he said.

“But what about Esme?”

“I usually have her naked as well but it looks like she’s dressed for the occasion,” he said.

Susan followed Paul’s gaze and saw a woman coming out of the front door.

“I thought you said she was in her seventies,” Susan said.

“Oh l know she doesn’t look it,” Paul laughed, “she puts it down to a good supply of cock.”

Esme did in fact look much younger than her years, she was dressed in a diaphanous chiffon dress that fell to her ankles but with the light behind her, the silhouette of her figure was easy to see. She was a tall woman, about five foot ten inches and her figure could best be described as curvy. Her generous breast appeared to have sagged very little, her waist curved in nicely, flaring out over her hips. She was an attractive woman, her face almost line free and crowned by a full head of dark auburn hair which fell to her shoulders.

The wind caught her dress, pressing it against her body, making it virtually see through. Susan noticed the absence of any dark patch at her pubic area, the thin material clearly showing the cleft of her cunt.

“She’s beautiful,” Susan said.

Paul got out of the car, walking round and opening Susan’s door. He took her hand and helped her out, the wind immediately catching her dress, causing it to billow behind her, leaving her totally naked.

“Oh you naughty boy,” Esme said walking towards them. “Fancy embarrassing your poor mother like that, how are you my dear, you look beautiful.” She approached Susan, putting her hands either side of Susan’s face and kissing her full on her mouth.

‘She probably tastes of spunk,” Paul said, “she sucked off a truck driver on the way here.”

Susan was taken aback by the whole situation and blushed uncontrollably, she could only mutter a “Thank you,” as Esme left her and went to Paul.

Susan watched as her son embraced Esme, kissing her passionately, his hand travelling inside the low neckline of her gown and roughly mauling her breast. Esme responded by pressing her hand against the front of his trousers.

“Oh he’s so naughty,” Esme laughed, brushing his hand away and taking Susan’s hand. “Come on in and let’s have some tea and cake.” She looked back at Paul, “And you can bring the bags,” she giggled.

Once inside, Esme slipped the dress from Susan’s shoulders, placing it on a chair, then she removed her own garment.

“There, that’s better,” she said, “l’ve been a nudist all of my life, l only put that thing on because l thought it might make me look sexier.”

“I think you look amazing,” Susan said.

“For my age you mean,” Esme laughed. “But thank you anyway, now you on the other hand are gorgeous.”

“You are too kind,” Susan replied, “my boobs are sagging these days.”

“Oh nonsense,” Esme said, standing in front of her and cupping her breasts. “They’re just right, nice and heavy, Paul love big tits, does he fuck them, he calls it a titty wank, he does it to me a lot, of course, with a cock like his he can fuck my tits and my mouth at the same time, my Sidney, god rest his soul, could never do that.

“Do what?” Paul said, entering the room.

“None of your business,” Esme said, laughing. “We’re just going to have some tea and cake.”

“I have to go up to the University,” he said, “l’ll be a couple of hours, you two get to know each other.”

Susan couldn’t get over how surreal the situation was, standing there with a woman she’d only met for the first time a few moments before and they were both naked, discussing how her son had sex with both of them.”

Esme took her through to the kitchen where a plate of cakes plus cups and saucers were already on a tray. She boiled the kettle and made a pot of tea.

“It’s a beautiful day,” Esme said, “let’s take it out into the garden.”

She led the way out onto the patio.

“Was Sidney your husband?” Susan asked once they were seated and the tea was poured.

“We’ll not exactly,” Esme said, “we lived together as man and wife but actually he was my brother.”

Esme saw the expression on Susan’s face and laughed.

“So now you know why l wasn’t shocked when Paul told me you and him were fucking,” she said, “to be honest sweetheart, l can’t believe it took you so long, all those years when you could have been enjoying that beautiful cock.”

“When did you start with your brother?” Susan asked.

“Oh it’s a long story,” Esme replied, “far too long to go into now, safe to say that family sex is something l know quite a bit about. Oh how I wish l’d had a son like your Paul, he’s such a lovely boy, and that cock of his is a thing of dreams, l could never have kept my hands off him for as long as you did.”

“Did you have any children?”

“Oh yes,” Esme replied, “we were blessed with two beautiful daughters, Yvette is the eldest, she is fifty now, she lives in Australia, went on a backpacking holiday after University, fell in love with the son of a beef farmer, Clyde, silly name but a lovely man. He inherited the farm when his father died, they live way out in the wilds of the outback, l went there once but it was far too hot for me and all those spiders and snakes put me right off. They have two children, Rory lives on the farm, Kelly came over here to University, fell in love and lives in London now, her husband is a Member of Parliament.”

“What about your other daughter?” Susan asked.

“Oh Jenny,” Esme chuckled, “she’s the wild one, she lives in Holland, went over there to work in a bar, ended up working as a stripper in a sex club, now she owns her own club.”

“Didn’t that bother you, her being a stripper?”

“We’ll it wasn’t what Sidney and I had hoped for her but she was always the wild one, she’s four years younger than her sister but she was the first to start having sex with her Daddy, then when she was in secondary school she started having sex with one of the female teachers, it was quite a scandal when they got caught in one of the store rooms. Of course the teacher got the blame, it was hushed up and she was sacked but both Sidney and I knew that it was Jenny who instigated it.”

“So your brother..um ..husband, Sidney, he was having sex with one of your daughters?”

“We used to tell people he was my husband,” Esme laughed, “nowadays l tell people he was really my brother, l like to shock people, l know it’s naughty but it is fun. Yes he had sex with both of them, we both did, it was just something we drifted into, we have always been a nudist family and Sidney and l never hid anything from out children, they often saw us making love.”

Suddenly Susan was startled, she saw movement at the far corner of the garden.

“I think there is someone in the garden,” she said, looking for something to cover herself with but there was nothing.

“Oh that’s Steve my gardener,” Esme laughed, “don’t worry, he’s used to seeing me naked, he’s been our gardener for twenty years now, he gets to fuck me a couple of times a week, he and Sidney used to fuck me together, shall l call him over and introduce you?”

“Um….er,” Susan wasn’t sure what to say.

“Oh sweetheart,” Esme laughed, “don’t be embarrassed, you’re gorgeous, l’m sure he would like to fuck you while you’re here, Paul won’t mind. Of course Steve isn’t as big as Paul but l find him more comfortable in my bum, it seems like all the men want to fuck a girl in her bum these days, it’s such a waste of a nice hot pussy l say.”

As she spoke, Esme waved to Steve, encouraging him to come over.

Susan watched as he walked across the lawn, he looked to be in his mid forties, he was well over six feet tall, incredibly handsome. He was stripped to the waist, his muscular body tanned a rich golden brown. Susan felt her cunt moisten as he approached.

Esme introduced them and Simon reached out and shook Susan’s hand as if it was perfectly normal to have two naked women in the garden.

“Oh you can forget about that,” Esme said, indicating the prominent bulge in the front of his trousers. “You had me yesterday, and you will get a chance to have Susan while she’s here but just now l think l would like to take her up to the bedroom and enjoy her myself.”

Susan felt as if she had little say in what was to happen to her but that realisation just seemed to make her cunt even wetter, she had never done it with a woman before and had to admit she found the prospect exciting. It was the fact that she was sitting there naked in front of this stranger while Esme was telling him that she intended to have sex with her, it was just so unreal but tremendously exciting.

“Come on sweetheart,” Esme said, rising from her chair and taking Susan’s hand, “you carry on Simon and perhaps you can join us tomorrow. Come on Susan, let me make love to you before that son of yours gets back and fucks both of us.”

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