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Subject: {ASSM} Party Favours
Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2003 20:10:06 -0400
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Party Favours
By Scorpio00155(c)

It had been a great evening so far, even though I hadn't been allowed
more than a few drinks I was feeling quite buzzed. Around me others
were enjoying the party as well, there must have been about thirty
people there and not all of them were couples. We were all there to
celebrate my parents' twentieth wedding anniversary, the celebrations
had gone so well that my father had passed out and been carried up to
bed by a couple of the other men there. Not that this stopped my
mother from enjoying herself; I could see her across the room dancing
with her brother.

Like many a 16 year old boys I had a crush on my mother, though not a
great beauty there was a sexual quality abut my mother that more than
made up for her looks. I watched my mother for a while thinking how
good she looked for a woman approaching her forties, but then I was
biased, through other eyes she was slightly chubby, her face was
rounded but at the same time her bone structure gave it an angular
quality. That was the negatives, all of them, she had the sweetest
nature you could ever hope to find and though a little chubby her body
was certainly curvaceous, if perhaps a little top heavy. My mother
happened to look across the room and saw me watching her; she smiled
and gave a happy wave before concentrating on her dancing partner
again.

Smiling I let my eyes wander around the room while sipping
surreptitiously at a humungous vodka and lemonade I had managed to
sneak. There were actually more women there than men, mainly divorcees
who's ex's preferred to not attend the same functions they did, but
there were a few genuinely single women, the rest were accounted for
by husbands or boyfriends. Not that I minded what age group the 'free'
women were in as long as I got a chance to do a slow dance with them.
I was in fact the youngest person in the room, the next youngest was a
trio of girls in their early twenties and I had been waiting for the
music to slow before making a move on them.

"Someone change the tempo," one of the other male revellers voiced my
thoughts, "let's get slow and smoochy!"

The person called 'someone' obliged, I didn't actually see who it was
that changed the music, but a few minutes later the tempo slowed right
down. At the same time the room's lights dimmed to a soft, warm,
intimate glow, still bright enough to see everything clearly, but low
enough to be sort of romantic. Grinning I quickly drained my three
quarters full tumbler of booze and once I'd stopped coughing and wiped
the tears from my eyes I made a beeline for the group of twenty
some-things. They saw me coming and started to whisper and titter
amongst themselves.

"Hi," I smiled as I joined them, "I was just wondering if any of you
nice ladies would like to dance."

"Yeah, sure," a luscious looking blonde smiled sweetly at me, "we'd
love to dance with you ... when you grow up little boy."

I don't think my jaw actually dropped at her response, but I know her
words stung, especially as I was short for my age. It's amazing how
one little thing can change your whole mood and when the two other
girls started adding their put down comments I felt my mood swing from
happy to depressed with no steps in between. Having been put in my
place I decided not to hang around any longer and retreated to a quiet
corner to sulk and lick my metaphorical wounds. To be honest I felt
deeply hurt by what they'd said, almost to the point of tears.

Slumping down in the corner I watched the fun going on around me and
felt bitter about them enjoying themselves while I sat in the cold. My
mood lightened a little when my eyes fell on my mother dancing with a
guy I didn't know, but even watching her move sensuously to the music
could only lighten my mood a little.

Now I don't know whether the three witches had moved near to where I
sat in my corner of solitude deliberately or out of pure chance, but I
almost cringed when I heard their voices coming from a point not three
feet from me. No need to repeat what they said, enough to say that
their topic of conversation was yours truly and none of it was kind or
complimentary. I felt like curling up and dying listening to them
discussing with great gusto what they saw as my 'shortcomings'.

"Excuse me," my mothers voice cut across the conversation, "but just
who the hell are you?"

"Us?" the lead witch responded, "Oh we're friends of the people
throwing the party."

"Really?" my mother replied with that tone of voice she used when she
was angry, "Since this is my party why is it I don't know you? I'm
sure I'd remember inviting three bitter bitches such as you. Now if
you've quite done insulting my son you can get the hell out of my
house."

I knew just how my mother looked when angered and these three
gatecrashers were getting her number one glare, without argument they
departed to the accompaniment of jeers and catcalls from the invited
guests. Then my mother was peering over the chair I was lurking
behind, she smiled and reached a hand down to me.

"Come on Luke," she grinned down at me, "it's safe to come out now,
the big bad bitches are gone."

"I guess." I sighed still feeling down, but since it was my mother
asking I eased out from my corner.

"Now then," she smiled giving me a hug that pushed my face between her
huge boobs, "why don't you ask one of the other ladies to dance, I'm
sure they'd only be too happy to oblige."

"I'd rather dance with you." I muttered to myself.

"What did you say?" she queried.

"Uh, I said, yeah okay, who do you suggest?" I temporised.

"Try Maureen," the blonde over by the bar, "I know she loves younger
men and adores you."

"Oh mum," I sighed, "of course she doesn't."

"Want to bet?" my mother laughed, "Go on, ask her to dance and have
some fun. You're only young once you know."

Sighing again I made my way over to the bar and Maureen, to be honest
she was very pretty, even if her blonde hair did come from a bottle it
suited her. Trying to smile despite the fact that I still felt down I
opened my mouth to ask Maureen to dance.

"I'd love to." She laughed before I could utter a word.

Grabbing one of my hands she headed into the centre of the room with
me in tow, next thing I knew I was being held tight to her curvy body
with her arms around my neck and mine dangling at my side. My arms
weren't dangling for long; Maureen reached down, took my hands and
very deliberately placed them on her buttocks.

"That's much better." She smiled as she wrapped her arms around my
neck again.

"Uh ... yeah." I muttered from between her breasts.

Like I said, I was short for my age, but there were times, such as
this, when being short had definite advantages. We danced around for a
while with my hands on her bum and my head buried between her boobs
and my mood began to swing back to happy. A couple of times it crossed
my mind that I'd like to kiss Maureen, but that would mean the
embarrassment of standing on tiptoe to do so. Sighing I contented
myself with what I had while wishing for a few extra inches of height.

"You okay?" Maureen asked.

"Yeah, I guess." I replied leaning back a little to look up at her
face.

"Then why the big sigh?" she enquired.

"Nothing really." I replied with a blush and a shy smile.

I guess it was pretty obvious that I was the shy sensitive type, I was
also a virgin in all senses of the word, and I'd never even kissed a
girl. It wasn't for the want of trying, but being barely four feet
tall didn't seem to go over well with the girls of my age and older
girls only seemed to want guys with height and cars.

"Come on," Maureen smiled gently, "tell Doctor Maureen all about it."

Her comment made me giggle and that seemed to relax me and give my
confidence the boost it needed to answer her question.

"I was just thinking it would be nice to kiss you." I blushed.

"And you were trying to figure out where to get the climbing gear to
do it I suppose." She smiled.

I bristled at her words having had all I could take for one day of
gibes about my height. She must have sensed this because her next
comment was spoken in a low, soothing tone.

"I'm sorry Luke," she said, "that was intended as a joke not a dig."

"I guess I'm a bit sensitive about my height." I sighed.

"After your treatment earlier it's no wonder." Maureen said then
smiled, "Still, we can at least do something about the height
problem."

"What's that?" I asked in confusion.

She didn't answer me in words; instead she took one of my hands and
headed toward an armchair in the corner of the room. I was totally
bewildered when she had me sit in the chair, but I started to get an
idea of what she was up to when she sat on my lap.

"How's this?" she grinned with her face now on the same level as mine.

I never got the chance to answer her because her lips were on mine in
an instant, it was my first kiss and I savoured it to the full. A few
minutes later Maureen reached down, took one of my hands and placed it
on one of her boobs, holding her hand over mine she squeezed my hand
gently which made my hand squeeze her boob and my cock shot to
erection.

"Jesus!" Maureen gasped parting out lips in surprise as she shuffled
on my lap, "What the hell have you got hidden in there?"

What I had was almost eleven inches of aroused cock, as the saying
goes 'what you lack in one area you make up for elsewhere' and in my
case my height had gone to my cock. Grinning at her I leant forward
and kissed her again while gently squeezing her boob that was still
under my hand. Maureen gave a little sigh then wriggled on my erection
while I savoured the moment to the full. Part of my mind did wonder
where the 'bleeping' noise was coming from; virginal though I was I
did know that women didn't 'bleep' when you kissed them.

"Shit!" Maureen exclaimed parting our lips for the second time.

She seemed to fumble at her waist then her hand came up with a beeper
in it, she was reading whatever message it was displaying and
frowning.

"Oh damn," she sighed getting off my lap, "just when things were
getting interesting too. I'm sorry love, I've got to run, there's a
medical emergency and I'm on call."

I tried to smile at her, but my heart wasn't in it, watching her cross
the room to say goodbye to my mother I tried to look on the positive
side, at least I'd had my first real kiss and had got to touch a
woman's boob, even if it was over clothes. This did nothing to ease
the way I was feeling though, my whole evening seemed to have gone
from fun to disaster yet again in such a short space of time.
Wistfully I watched Maureen leave and decided to give up on the rest
of the night by going to bed. Adjusting my still semi-erect cock I
stood up and slipped quietly from the room without even a goodnight to
my mother.

A few moments later I was opening my bedroom door and my luck struck
again, as I opened the door I heard the sounds of two people enjoying
themselves. With a silent groan I backed out of the room, closed the
door quietly and stood there trying to figure out what to do next.
There was only one thing to do and that was to head back downstairs,
the thought of sitting like a lemon watching others enjoying
themselves did little to improve my mood. I considered hiding in the
kitchen, but one glance in there told me that it was already crowded.
Sighing I went into the living room, pausing just inside the door I
looked around the room, everyone seemed to be having a good time,
couples were dancing, groups were standing around laughing and
chatting, it all made me feel isolated.

Across the room I could see my mother laughing with a group of men and
women, as I watched she looked my way, smiled and waved to me. I
couldn't even raise a smile for my mother, but I gave her a small
wave. I noticed her saying something to the group she was with as I
turned my attention to finding a quiet corner to hide in.

"Come on gloomy-Gus," my mother's voice suddenly sounded at my
shoulder, "come and dance with your old mum."

I turned in surprise; she was smiling at me, her hand held out for me
to take.

"I'd rather not mum." I sighed.

"Don't be silly," she responded firmly, "come on, dance with me."

Under other circumstances I would have jumped at the chance to dance
with my mother, but all I wanted to do right then was to hide away.
Nevertheless I let her drag me to the centre of the room to join the
other dancers.

"What's wrong Luke?" my mother asked as we danced slowly together.

I shrugged an answer even though I knew she wouldn't accept that as a
reply.

"Come on, out with it, what's the matter?" She said decisively.

"Just having a bad night." I sighed feeling close to tears, "I'm okay
mum, really."

Raising an eyebrow my mother hugged me to her, which sank my head
between her boobs, then she loosened her hold and gave me a wry smile.

"Pity Maureen had to go." She said with a sad smile, "You and she
seemed to be getting on so well."

"Mum!" I groaned and blushed.

She laughed and I was forced to give a little smile despite my woes.
We danced for a while, my mother holding me close to her, my head
resting in the valley between her boobs. It was about three records
later that I realised that my cock was getting hard again, I was glad
that for once that all my mother could see was the top of my head
because I started to blush. I had no doubts at all about the reason
for my arousal, pressed against my mother, her body rubbing against
mine, her boobs on either side of my head was exciting me. Add to the
physical effects of dancing with my mother the fact that I lusted for
her anyway and something was bound to happen. Quietly I prayed that
she wouldn't notice my growing erection, it was a bit of a forlorn
hope though; it is hard to miss over ten inches of hardness pressing
against you.

Moments later I knew my mother had noticed my erection, her movements
slowed almost to a stop then I felt her press her thigh against me. I
cringed in anticipation of her making some comment or other, but she
began to dance again and I breathed a silent sigh of thanks that she
had decided to just ignore the swelling in my trousers. Perversely my
cock grew even harder with the knowledge that my mother was aware of
its arousal and my blush of embarrassment grew even deeper in colour.
Then my mother shifted her position slightly and I had to stifle a
gasp when I felt her thigh pressing at my groin as we moved. The
effect on my cock was to send it shooting to full erection in seconds,
not only was this embarrassing it was also uncomfortable, but there
was no way I was going to try moving to adjust my erection.

"We seem to have a problem." My mother finally voiced her knowledge of
my arousal in a low voice.

"I'm sorry mum," I sighed, "I ... uh..."

"Hush dear." She said stroking my hair, "It's natural, surprising, but
natural."

"Surprising?" I said.

"Luke," she responded moving me back a little so that she could see my
face, "it surprising because I'm your mother. Now were I the dishy
Maureen I could understand it. Hmm, maybe that's what it is, you're
still excited from your brief time with Maureen."

Smiling she cocked her head to one side as though expecting a response
of some sort from me, I was feeling too confused to speak for a while.
Patiently my mother waited, still dancing with me, still keeping her
thigh pressed to my groin, which did nothing to lessen my confusion.
All sorts of evasions and fibs came to mind, but I knew that I either
told her the truth or said nothing.

"Mum," I muttered, "it's not Maureen."

"Oh?" she said raising an eyebrow.

I don't know what I was expecting her reaction to have been, but a
raised eyebrow and what looked like a small smile was not it. In
confusion I wondered what was happening, what my mother was expecting
from me. My face felt hot enough to fry an egg on as I tried to figure
out what it was I was supposed to do or say.

"Come on dear," my mother said softly, "I think we need somewhere we
can talk quietly."

She turned and headed out into the garden, though the night was warm
it was cooler outside than it was indoors and even through my
confusion I did not miss the way my mother's nipples pressed out
against her clothes as the cooler air washed over us. It never
occurred to me that there could be another reason for the hardening of
her nipples.

Surprisingly there was no-one else in the garden, I would have thought
some-one would have taken advantage of the semi-darkness to do a bit
of cuddling, but we were alone. My mother went over to the swing-chair
and sat down, rather nervously I sat on the opposite side of the
swing. We'd barely got settled when my mother stood up again.

"Wait here," she said, her face almost glowing in the pale moonlight,
"I'll be back soon."

I watched her go back inside then sat back to try and sort out my
thoughts. Obviously my mother wanted to talk to me about the erection
I'd got while we danced, an erection that was still confined
uncomfortably in my trousers. Taking advantage of my mothers absence I
did a quick bit of adjustment until I had at last got my cock into a
position of semi-comfort, though I was wishing the damned thing would
go down. With one problem sort of solved I went back to the question
of why my mother had brought us into the garden, as the minutes ticked
by I also began to wonder if she was actually coming back out. It did
occur to me that she had dumped me in the garden to keep my gloomy
face from affecting the other revellers, but that thought was quickly
dismissed, such was not the way my mother operated, thankfully.

Then I saw her coming back out into the garden, she was carrying a
couple of glasses filled almost to the brim with a clear looking
liquid. She handed me one of the glasses then sat on the swing beside
me, not sure what was in the glass I took a cautious sip followed by a
larger one.

"It's only tonic with a touch of vodka," my mother laughed, "I thought
we could both do with a little relaxant."

"I certainly need one." I sighed wishing that my cock would shrink.

"Now," she said matter of factly, "where were we. Ah yes, you were
telling me that Maureen wasn't the reason for your not so little
'problem'."

I hadn't been expecting my mother to go back to the topic of my
erection; my face blushed bright red all over again. Looking at her
face I could see that she was waiting for me to speak, that hint of a
smile back on her lips as she watched me.

"I ... uh ... you'll be mad at me mum." I temporised.

"I might surprise you." She said softly.

There seemed no other course than to tell her the truth, that I
fancied her like hell. Only how do you tell you're mother something
like that? You can't just say 'Mum I fancy you and would die to fuck
you.' not and keep a head on your shoulders. So what did I do?

"Uh ... mum, I really fancy you and would die to have sex with you." I
said and got ready to duck quickly.

For a moment there was no response of any sort from her, not even a
slap and when I carefully took a peek at her face I saw that same
smile only much broader.

"Well now," she said at last, her voice low and almost sensual, "do
you know what you are saying Luke? What you are suggesting?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"And how long have you felt this 'urge' to have sex with me?" she
asked.

"A long time now." I admitted while hanging my head in shame.

"Damn!" she exclaimed, "Don't go away Luke, we'll finish this
conversation when I get back."

With that she got up and went back indoors leaving me to mentally kick
myself for blurting out the way I felt about her. There was no doubt
in my mind that when she came back my mother was going to give me a
good lecturing then make plans to send me to see a psychiatrist.
Looking towards the house I saw my mother through the window saying
goodbye to a group of people, then I lost sight of her as she went out
into the hall with them.

Long minutes later she reappeared, I saw her look around the living
room then head towards the patio door. Moments later she was coming
into the garden, heading towards me with long strides of her beautiful
legs. Even while waiting for the axe to fall I could not help but
admire my mother.

"Come on," my mother said as she came to within a few feet of where I
sat, "it's getting chilly out here, let's go back inside."

"But what about...?" I asked and nodded towards the house.

"The last of them has just left." She smiled, "It's just you, me and
your father fast asleep upstairs."

She turned and headed back to the house, feeling like a man ascending
the scaffold I followed my mother indoors. Although there was still
soft music playing there was no one else about. My mother went and sat
on the couch; patting the seat beside her she indicated that I should
join her.

"Luke," she said as I seated myself, "are you aware that what you
propose is incest? That it would cause a lot of trouble for us both if
others learnt about it?"

"Uh ... yes mum." I answered in puzzlement.

I was puzzled because although I had admitted my lust for her I wasn't
aware that admission had been a proposition. My puzzlement also came
from my mother's reaction to my admission, rather than being outraged
she seemed totally calm and at ease, which was more than I could say
for myself. Sitting with my mother was exciting in itself, but sitting
with her talking about how I would like to have sex with her was even
more exciting, confusing, but definitely exciting.

"Luke," she almost whispered, "look at me."

I half turned in my seat so that I could face her better, looking at
her face I saw her smiling and that was really confusing considering
the subject we were discussing.

"Darling," she breathed, "if what you really want is to have sex with
me then kiss me."

My mind went blank for a moment unable to take in what my mother had
just said, but as I stared in stunned amazement at her face I could
sense that she meant what she'd said. Shaking off my bemusement I
seized the opportunity she was offering and leant forward to place my
lips on hers. Kissing Maureen had been nice, but kissing my mother was
wonderful, her lips seemed so soft and inviting as I pressed my lips
to hers.

At first the kiss was soft and tentative, my mother letting me set the
pace for the moment, but as those moments passed I increased the
pressure of my lips on hers and to my amazement and delight my mother
responded in kind. I felt like pinching myself to see if I was
dreaming, but apart from being too engrossed with that wondrous kiss I
did not want to wake up if I was dreaming. Daringly I did something I
had only heard about, opened my mouth a little and pushed my tongue
against my mother's lips, at the first touch of the tip of my tongue
my mother parted her lips so that I could push my tongue into her
mouth. What seemed like heavenly ages later I reluctantly parted our
lips and looked at my mother, she had her eyes closed and had such a
blissful look on her face.

"Lord!" she breathed and opened her eyes, "That was one hell of a kiss
young man, I guess you really do want me."

"More than ever." I whispered.

"Then" she said standing up, "you shall have me my darling boy."

There are moments in life where events are engraved in your mind
forever, this was one of those moments, for as long as I live I shall
never forget the storm of feelings that ran through me at her words
and her actions that followed. Confused, exhilarated, puzzled,
lustful, loving, excited, I watched my mother reach behind her, saw
her arm moving downwards then watched her shrug the dress off her
shoulders. I can remember my jaw dropping in amazement as the dress
slid down her body to lie in a rumpled circle around my mother's
ankles, saw her reach to the front clasps of her bra and open them.
The excitement of seeing my mother's large, pendulous boobs fully
revealed to my horny gaze as she dropped the bra to one side, my eyes
were drawn to her large, dark nipples and a desire to suckle at them
filled me.

"Still like what you see?" my mother asked sliding her hands to the
waistband of her panties.

Dumbstruck I nodded my head while my eyes stayed locked to her body;
my dreams and fantasies had not even come close to the wondrous
sensuality of seeing the real thing. Smiling my mother slid her
panties down to her ankles, kicked them and the dress aside and stood
there naked but for a pair of high heels to let me gaze at her with
hungry, lustful eyes. I wasn't aware of moving, but I do remember a
moment of surprise to find myself naked and standing barely a foot
away from my mother.

"Oh my!" she gasped catching sight of my erection, "My little boy
isn't quite so little after all."

"Oh God mum," I breathed, "you are even more beautiful than I could
ever have imagined."

"Thank you." She smiled, "So, what do you want to do now?"

There was no doubt at all about what I wanted to do and everything
seemed to indicate that my mother was willing to do those things with
me. After barely a moment's hesitation I stepped right up to my
mother, leant up and kissed her hard, her response was immediate and
just as hungry as mine. I was too excited for subtlety or major
foreplay, though I desired nothing more than to explore my mother's
body to the full, all I could think of was getting my cock in her
pussy and fucking her.

As we kissed my cock stood pressed between us so I bent my lower body
back until I could press my cock down with one hand so that it's
pressed along the slit of her pussy. Moving my body back to my
mother's I felt the moist heat of her pussy on my cock as it slid
along her slit, she moaned gently into my mouth as the cap pressed
lightly at her hole. With a sigh of contentment and pleasure I pushed
upwards and the head of my cock pushed into her pussy a little way, it
was an incredible sensation feeling my cap slowly force its way into
my mother's surprisingly tight pussy. Inch by inch I slid my cock into
her; all the while our lips were locked in a kiss that grew more
passionate and more fervent with each inch of my erection that entered
her.

"Oh God Philip, don't tease me!" my mother parted our lips and gasped.

The next moment she was sliding down on my cock, her knees bending so
that she could take my full length into her hot, wet, tight pussy. Her
pussy seemed to ripple on my cock as she crouched on me, and though
her lips were back on mine her moans and gasps forced their way out
into the room. Then she was straightening her legs, her body rising,
her pussy sliding up the length of my cock so delightfully. Raising
herself as high as she could my mother suddenly reversed direction to
thrust down onto my erection.

"Oh Lord that's good!" she gasped, parting our lips for a brief
moment.

Her words echoed the thought rolling around my mind, her pussy sliding
up and down on my hard cock felt good, very good. Then she was pushing
down even harder on me and I felt my own knees bending under the
pressure she was placing on me. Without warning my mother leant back;
her arms drawing me forward until it dawned on me that she was trying
to lay back on the carpet. Moving with her we sank to the floor, my
mother on her back with my cock still half-buried in her pussy.

"Fuck me Philip," she breathed in my ear as I lay over her body, "fuck
your horny mother."

It was hard to believe that this hot and willing women that I had my
cock buried in was indeed my mother, but as I leant up the face I saw
below me was the one I had seen and loved all my life. For me this was
a dream come true and I wasted no further time on thought, instead I
started to move my cock in her pussy just as she had asked me to do.
Nor were my strokes light or gentle, pulling back I let my cock slide
almost all the way out of her pussy then I thrust down; my whole
10-plus inches pushing into her in one firm stroke. My mother gave a
low cry as our groins met, her body pushing upwards to meet me then
falling away as I pulled back to thrust into her again.

A part of me still could not believe that I was fucking my mother, but
the sensations that flowed from my cock as it slid in and out of her
grasping, rippling pussy shrieked that this was really happening. Our
breathing grew faster and more laboured, my mother gave low groans
amid her gasps and those sounds excited me even more. Leaning down I
kissed her feverishly, at the same time I increased the speed and
force of my thrusts driving her body down to the carpet each time my
cock pushed into her. My mother returned my kiss with an equal fervour
while her body moved in unison with mine. Then her head turned, our
lips parting as she gave out a cry of sheer passion, a cry I echoed as
her pussy clenched around my cock as though to trap me deep within
her.

This final sensation was just too much for me, as my mother began to
buck beneath me I thrust down and groaned as I felt the heat of my
sperm pumping deep into her womb. I had come many times before when
masturbating, but the bliss I felt as I came inside my mother's body
was more intense than anything I had felt before.

"Oh mum!" I groaned as I felt my body literally trembling.

It seemed like ages and at the same time mere seconds before the
powerful sensations running through my whole body and mind waned.
Beneath me my mother lay jerking, her breathing ragged and uneven.
Slowly I began to move in her again, aftershocks of bliss shot through
me like electricity as her pussy walls slid and grasped on my cock.
Dimly I could feel my cock gradually lose its hardness, but its sheer
size meant that I could still fuck my mother and, unsurprisingly, it
wasn't long before I was growing hard again.

"Roll over." My mother gasped up at me.

Breathlessly I let myself slide sideways and my mother moved with me,
my hardening cock still buried in her pussy as I rolled onto my back
with her now astride my body. Sitting up my mother began to raise
herself up and down on my cock and for a while I lay there savouring
the feel of this new sensation. But the sight of her large tits
bouncing above me was too good to resist, almost with a will of their
own my hands rose to take hold of those large orbs, my fingers digging
into her flesh as I squeezed them.

When I turned my attention to her nipples my mother shuddered, her
body pushing down on me as her hands came to rest on my chest as
though to support her. Moments later she was moving again, this time
her motions were fast and furious. Leaning forward she kissed me, her
nipples dragging excitingly across my upper chest as her pussy thrust
and ground on my erection. Time after time her body shook while her
pussy clenched around my cock until once again I felt that explosion
of bliss as I climaxed. As my juices flowed my mother thrust down on
me, her head leant backwards as she uttered a strange, low mewling
cry.

"God!" my mother gasped out as she suddenly flopped onto me.

Her weight pressed down on me, her skin felt hot against mine, as she
lay panting and shivering. Not that I was really aware of her weight,
still lost in my own feelings of bliss I kissed her neck and shoulder.
Leaning up my mother kissed me, her eyes looking into mine.

"Feel up to talking?" she panted.

I nodded a 'yes' while I gazed into her green-flecked eyes. They say
that the eyes are the window to the soul and what I saw in my mother's
'soul' at that moment was love, satisfaction and a sparkle of pure
life energy.

"Philip," she said softly sitting up, but not rising from me, "you
know you can tell no-one about this, don't you."

"I know mum." I puffed, "Anyway, who'd believe me?"

"There are all to many who would." She sighed, "Believe me my darling,
even the slightest hint of what has happened between us could be
dangerous."

"I understand mum." I smiled up at her, "Can I ask you something mum?"

"You want to know why I let this happen?" she smiled.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Because you needed it," She said seriously, "and I needed it. I know
that's not much of an answer."

She frowned then smiled as though having reached some sort of
decision.

"Philip, I want your word that you will tell no-one what I am about to
tell you." She said firmly.

"I promise." I answered without hesitation.

"I've been expecting something to happen between us for some time."
She spoke quietly, "I think it must be in our genes, I was fucking my
brother for years before your father came along..."

"Uncle Charles???" I gasped in surprise.

"Yes," she grinned, "Charles. I'm not going to go into detail, that is
something personal between him and me, just as what we have is
personal between us. But maybe now you can understand why I was not
shocked by your confession that you were lusting after me."

"Wrong tense." I muttered as I felt my cock swelling inside her yet
again.

"So I can feel!" she laughed, "Do me a favour though son."

"Anything." I laughed.

"Let Maureen seduce you." My mother grinned, "I was serious earlier,
she really does adore you."

"I think I can manage that." I laughed gleefully as I started to push
up into her pussy.

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