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Subject: {ASSM} Turn On Mum (m/F, inc, mom-son)
Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2003 22:10:02 -0400
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Turn On Mum - Mother's Story
By Scorpio00155(c)

My son Paul had been hunting all over the house for some book or
another, quite why he wanted it I didn't know, but he wanted it and
that was that.  When I heard him go up into the loft I smiled, as it
would be the last place the object of his search would be, the loft
had remained undisturbed since Paul's father had died.  While he
rummaged around noisily I went to my room, lay on the bed and began to
play with myself, I needed to do this more and more each day and the
amount of satisfaction I got from masturbating did not diminish the
hunger I felt after five years of abstinence.  I knew Paul wondered
why I didn't date, even at 15 he knew the ways of the world, but I
didn't feel confident enough in my self-image.  At 46 I was no longer
a young woman, even though the mirror showed me a woman that looked
much younger I still felt old in myself.

A thump of the loft hatch closing told me Paul had finished his search
and I wondered if he had found what he wanted.  That thought led to
another that made me smile as I fingered myself, my son had a teenage
crush on me, he thought I didn't know, but I had seen it almost as
soon as the crush developed.  What had surprised me though was three
years on he still had that crush, it was flattering, but not enough to
give me confidence, not at my age.

Sometimes, at moments such as this, Paul became my fantasy lover, the
idea or the act of incest held no terrors for me. Goodness knows why,
but I just couldn't get to a climax no matter how hard or how deep I
fingered myself, it just wasn't happening for me.  Sighing I sat up,
swung my legs off the bed, rose, adjusted my clothing and walked from
the room feeling frustrated.  Passing my son's bedroom door I heard
the unmistakable sound of an old cine-projector running, wondering
what he had found up in the loft I pressed my ear to the door and
listened.  There was no mistaking the sounds I heard under the noise
of the projector, whatever Paul was watching he was masturbating to, I
smiled at the thought of him staring at a moving image while
pleasuring himself.

Then I realised what it was he had to be watching, once, long ago, I
had done a home movie, it was one of the wildest experiences of my
life and the first time that all six men in my life at the time had
taken me at the same time, only that came after the camera had been
turned off, the film showed me with five of them.  The thought that my
son was wanking while watching me get the arse and everything else
fucked off me made my pussy suddenly grow wet.  From the other side of
the door I heard my son groan and I knew that he was climaxing, in my
mind I saw his juices spurting onto his hand as it grasped his young
cock.  Without conscious thought I moved a hand under my skirt, moved
my panties to one side and began to frig myself, on the other side of
the door I could hear my son hiding his find away.  Then his bed
creaked again, a few moments later I heard the sound of his growing
excitement as he wanked himself again, I couldn't believe the vigour
he had to be able to have another erection so quickly and I had to
suppress a groan as my excitement grew.

Unable to resist the temptation I gently opened the door a little bit,
just enough to see my son as he lay on the bed pleasuring himself.  My
eyes became riveted to his hand moving on his lovely prick, his
movements firm, fast and so exciting, under my dress my hand began
matching his pace as I frigged my fanny.  Ripples of joy began to run
through me as I rose towards a climax, my knees trembling as my
passions rose, a groan of sheer pleasure rose in my throat and I
closed the door to let it loose without my son hearing.  The door
closed with a click as my orgasm hit, leaning against the wall I
shuddered and gasped as warm sensations of bliss washed through me,
making my whole body feel alive.  Most mothers would have felt ashamed
at having wanked while watching their son wank, all I was wishing was
that I could have my son's gorgeous cock in me to satisfy the hunger I
felt.  My passion eased after a few minutes and I headed off
downstairs to get the evening meal ready with thoughts of my son's
prick filling my mind.

As soon as Paul entered the kitchen I had the feeling he was up to
something, though everything seemed as usual, even to his suggesting
we have wine with dinner.  It was as we ate that I noticed that he was
drinking sparingly while at the same time keeping my class brimful, I
smiled at the thought that my little boy was trying to get his mummy
drunk, he'd have a job though, I could hold my drink.  I did wonder
why he wanted to get me drunk though, there was only one reason I
could think of for a man to want to get a woman drunk.  Surely Paul
wasn't planning on seducing me?  Then again, he did have a crush on me
and he had been wanking over the things I'd done in the film.  The
very thought that my son may have decided to try to get into my
knickers had my pussy wet and itchy in anticipation.

Just like any other evening Paul helped me clear up after dinner and
just like any other evening we headed for the living room once the
washing up was done.  As usual I sat on the couch while Paul fixed us
both a drink, though I couldn't see what he was doing I had a sneaky
feeling that I was going to get a very strong drink.  One sip of my
vodka proved my feeling was right, I had a full tumbler of almost neat
vodka and I smiled as I took a deep draught, at the same time I
noticed a gleam of triumph in my son's eyes as I drank.  Not letting
on that I knew he had spiked my drink I asked what was on the TV. 
After an almost desperate search through the listings Paul suggested a
sex comedy, it was obvious that he wanted me to stay right where I was
so I agreed we should watch it.  The film wasn't much, plenty of boobs
and arses, but little else, however I pretended to watch it, smiling
each time my son refilled my glass while wondering if he really was
going to try and seduce me and when it would happen.

It was as a fourth full glass appeared that it dawned on me that Paul
was waiting for the booze to take effect.  A growing desire in my
pussy was about the only effect I was feeling so far, though I knew
that I would soon start to feel warm and tingly all over as the drink
in my hand took me over my threshold.  Wondering when my son would
decide to make his first move I drained my glass and smiled at him
sweetly, Paul grinned back in reply, took my glass and filled it once
again.

When Paul began to make his next move in his game plan I was both
pleased and flattered, even if flattery was the ploy, it was spoken
with true feeling and sincerity.  I felt touched that he really meant
the words he was using to get me to disrobe, I was very surprised when
he pointed out the effect that I had on men when I passed, I had never
noticed it before, but I would from then on.  All this praise was
doing my self-image the power of good.

When Paul started to use one of the actresses and the way she was
dressed as a comparison to me I knew he was aiming to get me to either
change into a similar outfit or strip off.  I decided to change, I had
an almost identical set of clothes and I did want him to work just a
little, not too much to be discouraging though, just enough to let him
feel he had achieved a victory.  Getting to my feet I headed for the
stairs, I sensed Paul standing and following me as far as the living
room door and as I ascended the stairs I could feel his eyes following
me.  His hot gaze made my pussy even hotter, I could feel an orgasm
building and thanked goodness that it hit after I was out of Paul's
sight.  The whole situation was turning me on as I had never been
turned on before; even more than when I'd had the six men in my life
at one go.

As I stripped off my clothes and delved in my drawers and cupboards
for the items I was going to change into I felt my skin burning with
arousal, even the lightest touch sent small shivers of delight through
me. As I dressed in jacket, skirt and see-through black blouse I did
my best to calm my excited body, I wanted Paul to feel he had won me
and if I climaxed at his first touch there would be no way he would
not realise that I had given myself to him willingly.  Even if that
was my intent I didn't want him to know it and I knew I was going to
have to hold myself in stern check until he had advanced his plan to a
stage where my orgasmic shivers and groans would not be out of place. 
Dressed I stood in front of the mirror and studied myself in the
get-up, my reflection looked good, my breasts may not have been as
firm as they once were, but they still held a good shape and didn't
sag.  I smiled at the outline of my aroused nipples pressing at the
thin material of the blouse as I held the jacket open, then grinned at
the short, short skirt that barely covered my lower body.

"Maybe I'm not so bad looking after all." I said to my reflection with
a grin.

Then I frowned, there was something missing and for a moment it
escaped me as to what that something was, then it dawned on me, I was
not wearing any make-up.  Quickly I sat down at my dressing table and
started to apply powder, rouge, eye shadow and lipstick, not heavily,
but enough to show I had gone to an effort for my son.  When I stood
in front of the full-length mirror again I found that the make-up had
taken a few years off my age visually, it also had the effect of
making me feel even sexier.  Smiling I turned towards the bedroom
door, stepped out into the hall and called out to my son that I was
coming down.

When I stepped into view at the top of the stairs I could see the
hunger in Paul's eyes, I knew he could see my excited nipples and that
my shaved pussy was in clear view from where he stood.  As I moved
slowly down the stairs I was sure my son was going to jump me as soon
as I got into range and I was more than willing to let him, though I
hoped he would continue with his seduction rather than just take me. 
In the film the woman had stopped on the stairs and put her foot on
the banister, I knew this would open my pussy wide and that the sight
would inflame my son even more, but I was still going to do the deed. 
I watched Paul's face as I placed my foot on the banister three steps
up from him; his whole attention was focussed on my pussy and the lust
that burned in his eyes only served to turn me on more.  The inner
struggle he was going through was clear, but in the end he overcame
his lust to comment that I had the actress beat "hands down".  Then he
suggested we have another drink, lord knows I certainly needed one at
that point, but I teased him by commenting that he was trying to get
me drunk.  Though he did a very good job of hiding it I saw the guilty
little start my words had given him and cursed myself mentally for my
words, I knew he would be trying to come up with an answer to my
comment and hurriedly added that I felt like getting tiddly to save
him the need to do so.

We went into the living room arm in arm, I felt shaky inside as his
firm young arm pressed against me, his parting us to fix the drinks
gave me a brief moment in which to let the shivers of pleasure run
through me.  When I took the drink from Paul I knew he had overloaded
it with vodka yet again, the earlier drinks were starting to catch up
with me and I had the feeling that even if I had not been willing and
eager to let my son have me he would have got his way by himself. 
Still, he had to work for it and I idly wondered what his next ploy
would be, how he would draw us closer to that wonderful moment when he
would take me for the first time.  When Paul suggested some music it
seemed so natural that for a moment I didn't connect it with the plan
he was working to, then soft slow music drifted from the speakers and
it dawned on me that he had presented the perfect excuse to get me in
his arms and close to him.  It came as no surprise when he asked to me
to dance, though it took an effort of will on my part not to plaster
myself to him straight off, leaving a gap between us I let my son lead
me around the floor.

I'll say this for Paul; he was subtle, although I felt the constant
gentle pressure of his hands on my back I didn't notice the gap
between us slowly closing, even though I was looking for just that to
happen.  My skin was tingling from the rubbing of his body on mine
when I realised that the gap had gone, with a soft sigh I put my head
on his shoulder and commented that the situation was nice.  My words
had been so low as to be no more than a mutter and Paul turned his
head to ask what I'd said, without thinking I raised my head to repeat
my words and almost climaxed when his lips brushed lightly, warmly,
and sensuously across mine.  The moment of contact was brief yet
electric and I gave a sigh as I put my head back on his shoulder to
repeat my words a little louder.  I couldn't even be sure that it had
been anything more than an accident, whether it had been accidental or
not my lips burned from the memory of that all too brief moment of
contact.

Ages seemed to pass and I wondered if the brief kiss had indeed been
an accident when Paul did not follow through on it.  The whole
situation had my pussy all wet and hot for a cock, little tingles of
orgasmic pleasure jangled my nerves as I suppressed them and I knew
that if my son did not make a move soon it would be me jumping him. 
Then I felt his hands slide down my back onto my buttocks, his touch
was gentle and so natural that even had I not wanted him and been
stone cold sober there would have been no reason to object.  That
movement of his hands told me that the moment of my submission to both
his and my lust could not be far off; eagerly I waited for that moment
even while pretending not to notice what was going on.

Because I was looking for it I followed every slow, gentle, subtle
move my son's hands made on my buttocks, I felt his hands sliding
lower and lower and found it hard not to tense in anticipation of them
sliding onto bare flesh.  Had I not been looking for his actions I am
sure that I would not have noticed them under other circumstances, had
I not been willing to give myself to him I am sure he would have won
me anyway.  Then came the moment his hands first ran onto bare flesh,
it was all I could do not to let myself give way to the burning
tingles of excitement that ran through me as his hands slid down my
thighs then back up under my skirt onto my buttocks.  Paul's touch was
slow and gentle as he rubbed my bare buttocks for a while, the
excitement growing inside me was amazing and when one of his hands
finally slipped under my body to run over my pussy lips then press
more firmly on them I could not hold back a sigh of pleasure.  Moments
later I felt one of his fingers push past my pouting pussy lips to run
across the inner flesh, as it ran back again I felt it slide a little
way into my pussy.  As Paul ran his hand along my pussy again I felt
his finger slide deeper into me and I knew that I should make a token
comment to maintain the role of being seduced.  Raising my head I
found myself gazing into my son's lust filled eyes, before I could
make any comment he was kissing me so deliciously that all thoughts of
playing the woman being seduced went out of my head for a moment.

As the kiss drew out I felt his finger slide into my pussy, only this
time he did not move on, this time he pressed his finger right into
me.  I couldn't help myself, I groaned with the ecstasy of the moment
and let a part of the orgasmic tension I was feeling show in a shiver
of my body as I pressed my lips harder to his.  Ages later our lips
parted and after a brief moment I remembered I was supposed to offer
some token protest, but as soon as I made that expected comment Paul
was kissing me again with a fervour that surprised and excited me even
more.  Then his finger was moving again, even had I wanted to there
was no way I could have held back the growl of excitement and the
shiver of delight that ran through me as his finger pressed to my
clitoris.  The sensations Paul's finger rubbing on my clit sent
rushing through me were wild, he knew precisely how to excite a woman
and he played me the way a virtuoso musician plays their instrument. 
In a sudden rush the long held back orgasm burst over me, I parted our
lips and let out a low cry even as my body shook and trembled in my
son's arms.  Through the haze of my orgasm I still managed to wonder
whether Paul wanted me to be a passive or active partner, my reaction
to his intimate caresses must have told him by now that his seduction
of me was all but complete, all that remained was for him to take me. 
Reaching a decision I relaxed against Paul as post-orgasmic tremors
ran through me, for now I would be a passive partner, I would savour
the joy my son was bringing me to the full, there would be time to be
an active partner later.  As I made my decision Paul's hands began
moving on me again, one remained at my pussy to probe my depths and
tease my clit, the other moved up and around my body until it came to
rest on one of my boobs.

 From the point Paul started to play with my boobs it was all I could
do not to rip my clothes off, drop to the floor and beg him to fuck
me, how I held still to passively let him have his way with me I will
never know.  At least I was able to give way to the tremors, shakes,
shivers and shudders that the flowing tide of orgasms were driving
though my body.  I could not believe the expertise of my own son as he
drove me to new and higher peaks of pleasure and when he started to
undress me I thought I would pass out with the sheer excitement. 
Dimly, through the haze of my pleasure, I marvelled at the way he
managed to strip first me, then himself one handed.  Then, after a
glorious age of his skin rubbing on mine, I felt my son guiding me
towards the floor, his lips never leaving mine as he laid me down and
my only thought was 'God yes!  Take me!  Fuck me!'.  Paul had other
plans though, kneeling beside me his hands began to wander all over my
body, they seemed to touch every part of me as they passed sending
ripples and surges of excitement through me time and time again.

When Paul parted our lips I felt a moment of disappointment that
quickly became a surge of pleasure as his mouth closed around one of
my nipples, one of his hands slid onto my other boob and began to
squeeze it and to tease the nipple.  Moments later I felt my pussy
stretching to take at least two of his fingers, another orgasm was
bubbling up inside me as my son began to finger-fuck me so
deliciously.  Gasping and sighing I climaxed, I could feel every nerve
in my body jangling with pleasure as I silently wished it was his cock
rather than his fingers inside me.  Paul continued to finger me for a
while then, as my peak passed his hand moved from my pussy and his
mouth moved from my nipple.  When he moved to come between my legs I
felt a burst of joyous anticipation at the thought that he was about
to mount me, to fuck me with his hard, young cock.  Once again I
discovered that Paul had other plans!

When Paul's tongue glided over the flesh of my pussy then pressed
against my clit I could not hold back a cry of sheer bliss as I
climaxed.  God knows where he learnt the trick, but his tongue began
to twirl around my clit sending almost stunning shocks of ecstasy
running through me, which increased the force of my orgasm and the
strength of my cries.  Eventually my orgasm began to ease in strength
and at that point, almost as though he knew I was coming down from the
heights, Paul slid his tongue down to my yearning hole.  Then he was
licking and sucking the juices from me, in an explosion of sensations
I felt myself burst into another climax that grew and grew with each
thrust of his tongue into me.  I think the only thing that stopped
Paul licking my pussy in the end was the shaking of my body.

I was barely aware of Paul moving away from me so lost was I in
orgasmic bliss, but gradually my overloaded senses began to return. 
When I felt his body coming onto mine I knew the ultimate moment had
at last arrived, I felt his cock touch my outer lips and opened my
eyes to gaze up into his.  Knowing he could see the lust I was feeling
in my eyes I swore I would somehow keep them open so that he could see
the joy he was giving me.  His cock pressed forward and I felt it push
past my pussy lips to touch my eager hole, I knew that Paul could see
the growing excitement in my eyes that his actions were filling me
with.  Lying there with a fast growing orgasm building in me I wished
that my son would thrust his gorgeous cock right into me to the hilt,
but instead he was moving so slowly as to be barely moving at all.  My
own desires and his slow motion entry of my body made me so hot I
could not help but climax, I don't know how much of him was in me when
my body tensed in orgasm.  As I groaned and gasped through my
excitement Paul stopped moving, I could feel part of his hardness
filling and stretching me and I wanted it all, but he was in control
and I could do no more than let the ecstasy wash over me.

Barely had my peak faded than he was pushing into me again, it seemed
to take ages for him to enter me, but at long and joyous last I felt
his groin press to mine.  Though I should have known better I had been
expecting him to pull back and begin to fuck me with force, instead he
laid still, his cock inside me filling me so deliciously.  Moments
passed, moments of sheer pleasure, I knew that Paul was savouring the
feel of my pussy around his cock just as I was savouring the feel of
his cock inside me.  Then he was moving in me; his motions long and
slow, the feel of his flesh slowly rubbing against my already
sensitive pussy flesh drove me mad with excitement.  I could hear
myself as though from a distance crying out my pleasure for Paul to
hear too, though I had no doubt that he did not need my cries to know
how hot he was making me.

It was impossible to lay passively either; with a will of its own my
body was moving with his adding to the ecstasy I was feeling.  It
seemed an age before his motions became faster, more demanding, though
his needs matched my own as I urged him to move faster in me by moving
my body a little faster.  Paul had his own pace though and he was
keeping to it, no doubt he wanted to savour the experience as long as
possible, as did I, but I also wanted to feel the heat of his seed
filling me.  Gradually his motions became faster and harder until
there was nothing slow or gentle about his thrusts, our groins crashed
together crushing my clit sending bursts of orgasmic bliss through me
with each contact.  I was climaxing almost continually by that time,
my whole being awash on a sea of pleasure that seemingly had no end. 
But shores bound seas and after a heavenly age Paul groaned as he
thrust hard and deep into my body, his cock seemed to swell inside me
then a burst of heat filled my womb as his seed burst into me.

For a few brief moments after my son filled me with his seed I felt my
mind go blank, I felt overwhelmed by the ecstasy the feel of his hot
juices instilled in me.  Paul lay still on top of me when my senses
returned, his body trembling with the pleasure he was feeling, then he
began moving in me again driving me back up the slope of rapture, even
though I could feel his cock begin to shrink inside me I hit an
orgasmic peak before he pulled out of me.  Through my bliss dimmed
senses I was aware of Paul finally pulling his cock from my pussy and
sitting up, I could sense his eyes gazing down at my body as I lay
there in orgasmic rapture.  Then, with a violent shudder my peak
passed and I opened my eyes to look up at my son, he was looking at me
with a mix of lust and doubt in his eyes, mainly lust though, I smiled
up at him weakly.  I let my eyes drop briefly and was stunned and
excited to see that his cock was slowly twitching back towards
erection and even though I felt exhausted I nevertheless wanted to
feel his cock in me again!

What concerned me though was the doubt I saw in him, was he having
second thoughts about what he had done, or what he had thought he'd
done since he was unaware that I had been more than a willing partner.
 Would this one act turn my son against me, I wondered with growing
dread!  I wanted to say something, anything, to let him know that I
was happy he had taken me, but I could not find the words or my voice!
 Yet I did reach out to take one of his hands in mine, to squeeze it
reassuringly in an attempt to let him know that I did not mind what
had happened, that I had welcomed it.  Without realising it tears came
to my eyes, tears formed by the fear that by having given myself to
Paul I would lose him.

When Paul apologised to me I was puzzled, but then I realised that he
thought he was totally to blame for what had happened and he also must
have thought that I was upset about it.  I lost no time in putting him
straight, although it did mean letting him in on the fact that he
hadn't seduced me as much as he had thought he had.  When I finally
found my voice I asked him why he was apologising he started in on the
list of things he thought had me 'upset', I shut him up by kissing
him, which did nothing to calm the excitement inside me.  When I
eventually parted our lips I told him he hadn't got me drunk and asked
why he thought I hadn't enjoyed the seduction and what had followed. 
Then I admitted my only fear, that he would turn away from me for
letting him have sex with me.  As I spoke the doubt I had seen in his
eyes faded to be replaced by an eager gleam, it suddenly dawned on me
that his concern had been that I would not let him have sex with me
again and I felt a wash of relief run through me.

"You mean you let me seduce you?" he asked sounding surprised.

"In a word, yes." I grinned.

"Then that means..." he grinned back.

"Means?" I prompted.

"It means you won't mind if I do it again." He laughed.

I laughed at his words, and then decided to give him the answer he was
looking for, but not in words.  Manoeuvring myself around I took his
gorgeous cock into my mouth, I smiled around his flesh when he gasped,
then smiled again when the movement of my tongue made him gasp and
comment on how good it felt.  God did I feel hot and wanton as I
sucked my son's cock, his sighs and groans of pleasure added to my own
pleasure; I'd always loved sucking cock and the double thrill of doing
it to my son was pushing me towards climax for the umpteenth time that
evening.  Eagerly I sucked and licked his hard flesh for ages, drawing
it deep into my mouth then sliding back up it's hardness, tonguing his
shaft, cap and slit in passing.

"Oh Jesus!" Paul groaned some time later, "I'm cumming!!!"

With a gush of warm stickiness his seed spurted into my mouth as I
pushed down on him, at first I had trouble swallowing the sheer amount
of juices he pumped into my mouth, but by gulping as fast as I could I
cleared my mouth then sucked greedily for more.  Paul's hips were
jerking as I gobbled at his meat, the feel of his seed sliding down my
throat had sent me into a climax and that made me suck all the harder
and all the more enthusiastically.  The end result was that Paul
stayed hard in my mouth and when I felt his hands pushing my head away
from him I knew that he was about to fuck me for the second time.

When Paul got into position to take me from behind there was no
hesitation in his actions, I had no chance to even move into position
before he had raised my backside and thrust into me to his full
length.  Not that I was complaining, quite the contrary, that single
thrust entry had me climaxing almost immediately, despite this I
managed to get to my hands and knees for a while as we fucked each
other wildly.  When Paul reached around my body to play with my boobs
and clit I was already aflame with ecstasy, the growing force of my
orgasms caused by his hands took all the strength from my arms and I
soon fell to lie with my shoulders on the carpet.  This of course
raised my lower body even more and I felt Paul's cock thrusting deeper
into me than before, then his hand moved from my boob, though the one
at my clit continued to drive me wild.  Mere moments later I felt a
touch at my anus, my already loud groans grew louder as I felt my son
push one of his fingers into my arse and then he was finger fucking me
in time to the movements of his cock.  Orgasm after orgasm ran through
me and I cried out my bliss for the whole world to hear even as I felt
my own senses fading in the tidal wave of pleasure my son was giving
me.

Paul thrust on, his finger keeping pace in my anus; he seemed untiring
as he fucked me to distraction and beyond.  Of course his staying
power came from already having had two climaxes of his own, though at
that point in time I really was past caring about the why, all I was
feeling was the result.  Nothing lasts forever though, even if it
seems as though it has, the time came when Paul's cock thrust into me
than stayed there while he strained against my shuddering body; the
hot gush of his seed filling me sent my orgasm to a new peak
especially as his finger was also buried in my arse to the hilt. 
Pushing back against my son's quivering body I let loose a cry of
sheer rapture then felt myself go limp, not that this fazed Paul, he
began moving his cock and finger again while holding me up with the
other arm.  He continued to fuck me until his cock went limp then, and
only then, he pulled both his cock and his finger from me before
gently lowering me to the floor where I lay gasping for breath, my
body jerking and shaking uncontrollably.

"Paul," I gasped out after a few moments, "next time we do it you are
putting your cock where your finger was!"

"Yes mum." He laughed breathlessly. 

After a few minutes my son got to his feet, helped me to stand up then
supported me to the couch.  Flopping down beside me he put an arm
around my shoulders and drew me close to him.

"God I'm knackered!" I declared snuggling up to my son, "Who the heck
taught you to fuck so well?"

To my surprise Paul burst out laughing, poking him in the ribs I asked
what was so funny.

"Mum," he giggled, "I've only had one teacher, she's the most gorgeous
woman around and as hot as hell when it comes to sex."

"Well," I replied wondering just who this woman was that had taken my
son's virginity, "who is this wonderful nymphomaniac?"

"You of course." He grinned kissing me lovingly.

"You mean" I gasped as our lips parted, "I took your virginity!!  Oh
God, what an exciting thought that is!  Jesus!  It just struck me, if
this was your first time what the hell will you be like after you've
had some practise!!!"

"I don't know," he grinned broadly, "but it'll be fun finding out."

"Yes it will." I laughed.

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Turn On Mum - Son's Story

Like many 15-year-old boys I had a crush on my mother, a crush that
had so far lasted three years, in other words ever since I'd found out
what the difference between boys and girls was.  Not that my mother
wasn't worth having a crush on, though she may not have noticed them I
certainly had seen the way men's heads turned when she walked by, she
oozed sex appeal yet didn't seem to realise it.  I was sure my mother
could have picked up any man with just a look, yet in the five years
since the death of my father she had not so much as looked at men.  Of
course this suited me since I had this crush on her, but I also knew
that this wasn't the normal action for a woman of good, make that
great looks and healthy appetites.  I had been out on more dates than
my mother, a whole two more in fact, both of which had turned out to
be disappointments to a horny young lad such as myself.  So my mother
and the strangers on the pages of naughty magazines became my fantasy
partners as I lay on my bed wanking every night.  That would have been
all there was had it not been for a fateful find.

Searching for one of my old books I ended up in the loft, as I delved
among the dusty boxes growing more and more frustrated at not finding
what I was looking for I came across a small, round metal tin. 
Curious I shook it and heard something rattle inside; opening the tin
I found a reel of old Super 8 cine film.  There was no label to say
what was on the film and it was too dark in the loft to see what was
in any of the frames when I unrolled a few inches.  Putting the film
in my pocket I finished searching, without any joy, for my book; as I
left the loft I took with me the old cine-projector so that I could
satisfy my curiosity about the contents of the film.  Slipping into my
room I closed the door and quickly set up the projector beside my bed
so that it pointed at a patch of wall, it was the work of a few
moments to pin a white sheet up as a screen.  What took longer was
figuring out how to thread the film into the projector, but at last
that was done and I closed the curtains, as the film began I sat back
on my bed and watched the grainy leader.

There was no title, but the central character was immediately
recognised by me, it was my mother!  Not only was it my mother, but
also it was my mother doing things I could never have imagined!  The
short film only lasted thirty minutes and as soon as it was finished I
rewound the film and started it going all over again, this time with
my cock in my hand as I wanked furiously to the scenes on the sheet
screen.  Right from the first frame I was treated to wondrous views of
my mother's young naked body, the opening scene was her standing stark
bollock naked with her hands on her hips facing the camera revealing
all to the lens and now my eyes.  That scene cut to my mother
surrounded by five men as they fondled her body with their hands and
their mouths, I could see their attentions were driving her wild and
when they pushed and shoved her into a position to be fucked my mother
moved willingly with them.  Then they were fucking her, all of them, I
stared wide eyed as my mother's younger self took a cock in her arse,
another in her pussy, one in the mouth and the last two in her hands. 
As the end of the film approached the five men on screen all shot
their creamy white spunk over my mother, the three in her body pulling
out of her to spray her skin with their juices and as they came so did
I, my spunk spurting over my wrist thickly.

Packing the projector away in my wardrobe a little while later I kept
seeing in my mind my mother's body being covering in semen, it was
such a turn on that I felt my cock becoming hard again.  Hiding the
film at the back of a drawer I lay back and began wanking again, with
my eyes closed I fantasised about doing to my mother all the things
the men in the film had done.  It was at that moment that my young
boy's crush became an obsession, some how, some way I had to find a
way to make my fantasy a reality, it became my life's goal.  As I
approached my climax again some ecstatic time later I swear I heard my
bedroom door close, but it could have been no more than my imagination
as the room was undisturbed when I opened my sex blurred eyes for a
brief moment before closing them again as I came.  When I had
recovered somewhat I cleaned away the evidence of my solo pleasure
then sat thinking about ways I could make my fantasy come to fruition.

When mum called me down to dinner I walked into the kitchen and looked
at her clothed body remembering what was under those clothes.  In the
hour or so before mum had called me I had thought of and rejected any
number of schemes and ideas to get my cock into my mother's body, in
the end I had settled for trying to get her drunk and seducing her. 
Part one of my plan began with me asking if we could have some wine
with dinner, we often did this so my mother readily agreed.  I drank
sparingly as we ate, but I made sure my mother's glass was always
topped up, by the end of the meal she had drunk most of a bottle of
wine.  After we had cleared away and done the washing up we went into
the living room to watch TV, my mother smiled when I fixed us both a
drink, for me 90% ginger ale with a dash of scotch, for her 90% vodka
with a dash of tonic.  As I joined my mother on the couch she took a
sip from her drink, I held my breath as she looked down at the glass
then breathed a silent sigh of relief when she smiled and took a large
gulp.

"So what's on the goggle box tonight?" Mum asked.

Reaching out I grabbed the TV guide from the coffee table and looked
at the day's offerings, it all looked to be crap and more crap as I
hunted for something to keep my mother occupied while I got the booze
into her.  About the only thing that seemed anywhere near watchable
was a sex comedy and I suggested this to my mother.  She agreed
without hesitation and I switched the TV on, tuned to the station then
sat back to watch the film and my mother.  As the time passed she
finished her drink, quickly I drained my glass then fixed us both a
fresh one, mum grinned at me as she took her glass then turned her
attention back to the film.  Twice more during the course of the film
I refilled our glasses, though I was beginning to wonder when the
effects of the vodka's would show themselves in my mother, so far she
seemed to be totally sober.

As the film progressed I was wondering when my mother would start to
show signs of being affected by all the vodka I'd put into her.  It
was almost as though she was immune to the effects of alcohol, but
then, at long last, there came a sign, as mum finished another drink
she smiled sweetly at me.  Quickly refilling her glass I decided that
it was time to move on to stage two of my plan, flattery, all with the
purpose of getting her naked.  The film on the TV, crap though it was,
would help me in my plan, my comparing mum favourably to the younger
actresses would hopefully work wonders.

"You know," I commented quietly, "you are much better looking than the
women in this film.  You'd think they'd get some decent birds like you
to bare all wouldn't you."

"Paul," my mother laughed, "I'm twice the age of those women."

"And ten times better looking." I stated truthfully.

"Thank you." Mum smiled broadly, "It does my old heart good to know
someone still finds me attractive, even if that someone is my own
son."

My words were indeed doing the job I wanted of them, mum was feeling
flattered and good about herself, but I had a ways to go yet.

"You obviously haven't" I grinned, "noticed the looks you get when you
walk along a street.  Heck, I've seen men walk into lampposts from
watching you!"

"Go on with you!" mum laughed in disbelief.

"It's true!" I protested with a grin, "I swear it""

Her reaction told me that she hadn't noticed the effect she had on
men, but I knew from that point on she'd be noticing.  For the moment
things were going great, though I had yet to figure out how to get to
the next stage, getting mum out of her clothes.  Then I saw a chance
to get closer to my goal, on the TV one of the girls was dressed in a
fairly normal outfit of jacket and skirt, under the jacket she was
wearing a see-through black blouse, no bra and no panties.

"I bet you would look far sexier in an outfit like that." I said
seizing the moment.

Mum looked at the screen, at me, then at the screen again, her lips
curving into a wide smile as she nodded her head at something she saw
or was thinking.

"Do you really think so?" she asked looking at me again.

"Yes I do." I stated with growing excitement.

Mum looked at the screen again just in time to see the actress put her
leg up on the handrail of the stairs she was standing on to show off
the first bit of pussy of the entire film.  The timing couldn't have
been better if I had planned it.

"Right then," mum grinned, "let's see shall we."

I couldn't believe my luck, it had been so easy, but I didn't mind
that at all as it meant I would get what I wanted that much sooner. 
Grinning I watched mum stand up and head for the door, I rose and
followed her, stopping at the living room doorway as she headed
upstairs to change, I hoped, into an outfit similar to the one we'd
seen on the box.

Mum seemed to be gone for ages and I was beginning to wonder if she
had changed her mind about changing into something more revealing. 
Anxiously I waited with my hopes sinking with each passing second and
my cock right along with them, I was all but ready to give up when I
heard my mother call down the stairs.

"Okay," she called, "I'm ready.  Let's see if you still think I look
better than that young woman after this."

She stepped into view at the top of the stairs and my cock went from
half-mast to flagpole in a heartbeat.

"Jesus!" I breathed at I stared up at her, "You're even more beautiful
than I imagined!"

Even at that distance I could clearly see my mother's large nipples
through the material of her blouse, but even better was that I could
see right up her skirt to my mother's bare pussy.  And I do mean bare,
not a hair marred the splendour of her pouting pussy lips, I could not
take my eyes off that object of my young horny desire until she had
descended the first couple of steps.  Just like the girl in the film
my mother walked slowly down the stairs, her hips swaying excitingly,
then she paused three steps up from me.

"What was it that girl did about this point?" she asked with a smile,
"Oh yes, it was this."

With her words she raised one foot onto the banisters, her pussy lips
stretching and opening like a flower to reveal the soft pink wonders
within.  I gulped and forced myself not to leap on her then and there
as I drank in the sight of her open pussy. It was hard not to take her
though; my cock was aching with the sensations running through it.

"Mum," I said softly, "you beat that actress hands down."

"Thank you." Mum beamed as she put her foot back on the stairs and
came down to join me, "Even if it is all blarney."

"Let's have another drink" I smiled, "while I try to convince you that
it isn't blarney."

"Don't you think I've had enough to drink," Mum laughed as she took my
arm in hers and headed for the living room, "anyone would think you
were trying to get me drunk young man."

Somehow I managed to suppress the guilty start her words gave me, she
may have been joking, but her joke was very close to the mark.  I was
racking my brains for an answer when she came to my rescue herself.

"Mind you it's a damned good idea." She grinned, "I feel like getting
tiddly and giggly, promise not to take advantage of me when I'm
tiddly."

"No way!" I laughed both with relief and at her comment.

She let me fix the drinks and of course I made sure she had a good
hefty dose of vodka in her glass.  As I handed her the full glass of
booze mum smiled, her hand brushed mine as she took the glass and I
felt a tingle of electric excitement rush over my skin.  Standing
there sipping our drinks I realised for the first time that my mother
had gone the whole hog and put on make-up to go with the outfit, which
shows where my eyes had been most of the time.

"You look years younger mum" I commented with a smile, "you should
wear make-up more often."

"Paul," she laughed, "you are a right charmer.  Anyway a touch of
war-paint seemed appropriate to the occasion."

So far so good, mum was feeling mellow, I'd got her into a more
revealing outfit, not only revealing, but accessible too, her lack of
panties was going to make life that much easier for me later.  The
question now was how to get to that 'later' stage, I'd only been half
convinced I could get to this stage and hadn't really planned much
beyond that.  Then it hit me, I wanted to get to grips with my mother,
it had to look innocent at first and what would be more innocent than
dancing to some music, of course it would have to be slow music so
that we could be close.

"Fancy some music mum?" I asked all innocence.

"Mmmm, that would be nice." She smiled in reply.

The words were barely out of her mouth before I was at the hi-fi
picking out all the slow, romantic style CD's I could find, I fed the
first five into the tray and set them to play.  Soft dreamy music
filled the room as I rejoined my mother at the centre of the room; she
was sipping her drink and swaying slightly to the slow beat of the
music so my suggestion that we dance would not seem strange at that
point.

"You look like a luscious lady in need of a dance partner." I grinned,
"May I have the honour of this dance?"

"Why how sweet," mum grinned, "of course you may.  I warn you now
though, I am very rusty at this."

I was all set to move in on her when mum raised her hand to halt me in
my tracks.

"Hang on, let me finish this first." She said.

In two gulps she drained what had been a half full glass, her action
reminded me of my own glass and I quickly drained it, took both
glasses, put them on the bar and went back to my mother.

"Ready now?" I asked.

"Ready." She laughed.

I took her in my arms and began to drift her slowly round to the beat
of the music, at first there was space between us, but gradually I
drew her closer to me until her body rubbed against mine with every
move we made.  God was that dance arousing, I had thought my cock
couldn't get any harder, how wrong I was for as we danced close
together I felt my erection become firmer.  As we danced I savoured
the sensations her body sent running through me while at the same time
waiting for the right moment to brush my lips over hers.  It had to
seem accidental and natural, as though it was an unplanned moment that
just happened rather than a long awaited first step to bliss.  Mum
rested her head on my shoulder with a sigh and muttered something and
I sensed that an opportunity was at hand, turning my head slightly I
asked her what she'd said and as her head lifted a little to repeat
her words our lips brushed together.  It was like a moment of fire as
the warmth of her lips touched mine, hot desire surged through me and
once again I had to force myself not to take her.  Then the moment
passed, our lips parted, but I heard my mother sigh before she spoke.

"I said this is nice." She almost whispered as she put her head back
on my shoulder.

With the memory of my mother's lips lingering on mine I let time pass
before making another move, this lent weight to the idea that the kiss
had been a brief accidental moment.  Slowly, as though seeking a more
comfortable position for my arms, I eventually let my hands slide down
my mother's back until they came to rest on the soft swellings of her
bum, with unbelievable excitement burning in me I let my hands come to
rest mere inches from the hem of her skirt.  We danced around for a
while longer with my hands pressed to her buttocks, the scent of my
mother's perfume, the pressure of her body rubbing against mine and
the brush of her hair on my cheek all served to inflame my desire even
more until I could not wait any longer to act further.  Gently I let
my hands start to rub on her skirt, massaging her bum through the
material of the dress, encouraged by the soft sigh that she gave as my
stroking continued.  Gradually I worked my hands lower as I circled
them over her skirt, until at last my goal was reached, the hem of the
skirt.  Still moving slowly and gently I let my hands slide down onto
the top of my mother's legs then, on the upward path, let them slide
under the skirt onto her bare buttocks, the material of the skirt
rucking round my wrists as I let my hands caress her.

My cock had by now forced its way out of the 'Y' in my underpants and
was rubbing against the flies of my trousers.  How my mother hadn't
noticed the hardness of me pressing against her I don't know, but I
knew that it wouldn't be long before she did and I also knew that I
had to get her excited enough by that time so that she didn't concern
herself with it.  I let my hands stroke over the full area of her
buttocks for a few moments before moving lower, one of my hands slid
down under her body and touched her pussy lips.  The moist warmth of
her pussy made my skin tingle as I gently rubbed over her lips, she
sighed as I let the pressure of my touch increase a little then sighed
again as I pressed my middle finger past the pouting lips to run along
her slit.  The moistness of her pussy as my finger ran over it
encouraged me even more and I daringly let my finger slip a little way
into her hole on the next pass.  On the next pass I let my finger slip
deeper into her and my mother raised her head from my shoulder, her
eyes meeting mine for a brief moment as I leant forward and kissed her
gently.  As I kissed her I let my finger slide into her pussy once
again, this time I did not move it on, instead I pressed it deeper
until it was almost buried to the knuckle within her wet hole.  My
mother groaned then gave a little shiver which I hoped and prayed was
of delight, her lips pressed tighter to mine and I felt a growing
sense of victory rising in me as she began to respond to my caresses
without protest.

"We shouldn't be doing this." Mum whispered when our lips parted an
age later.

In reply I kissed her again, this time more firmly as I let my desire
communicate itself to her through our lips.  At the same time I let my
hand slide up her pussy, my finger seeking and at last finding her
clitoris.  With a firm, but gently motion I rubbed her little hot spot
and was rewarded by my mother giving another shiver, her body pressing
tighter to mine and a low growl from her throat.

I'd made my mother climax!  There was no mistaking it, her low gasps
and the shaking of her body against me told the story in full.  Apart
from one brief comment there had been no protest from my mother to
what I was doing to her, I'd hoped there wouldn't be once I got her
excited enough, but it was a relief to have actuality match hope. 
Boldly I slid a hand up to her boobs, even through the material of her
blouse I could feel her hard nipples pressing at my hand as I rubbed
and squeezed her pliant flesh.  As I played with my mother's body I
kissed her and wished for her to let me continue to control the
situation, our first time together I really wanted her to be passive,
to let me explore her as I wished, to use her as I desired, the next
time, if there was a next time, she could be as wild as she wished.

With one hand still exploring her pussy and teasing her clit I moved
forward with my seduction, moving my hand from her boobs I started
undoing the buttons on her blouse, a few moments later it was open and
I eagerly tugged it free of the waistband of her skirt.  Mum put her
arms back as I pushed the flimsy material off her shoulders, but that
was her only action, as soon as the blouse was off her arms came back
around me.  Encouraged even more by her response I quickly opened her
skirt and let it slide off her hips, for a brief moment I moved my
hand away from her pussy to let the skirt fall to her ankles, as my
hand returned to her pussy my mother stepped out of the crumpled skirt
and kicked it out of the way.  Instead of returning my now free hand
to her boobs I began to work on my own clothes, eager as I was to feel
her bare body against mine it didn't take me long to get stripped,
throughout all this our lips never parted, in fact the passion of our
kiss grew unbelievably.

The feel of my mother's skin pressing and rubbing on mine was
breathtaking, so much so that I had to hold myself back from throwing
her to the floor and fucking her like crazy, I wanted to savour our
first time to the full.  Forcing myself under control I did draw her
down to the soft, thick pile of the carpet, but only because her knees
were shaking so much that I thought she would fall if I tried to keep
her upright.  Kneeling beside her I leant forward to kiss her while my
hands began roving over her body, touching, stroking and teasing her
from neck to thigh, my fingers tweaking her hard nipples, pressing on
her clit and probing her pussy as they passed over her skin.  Some
minutes later I gave in to temptation and parted our lips to lower my
mouth to one of her nipples, mum gave a low moan as I suckled at her
breast as I had done as a baby, only this 'baby' wasn't seeking milk! 
While I sucked her nipple one of my hands played with her other boob
while the other explored her pussy.  Pushing two fingers into her hot,
wet hole I began to finger fuck my mother which made her gasp and
sigh, it was only a matter of moments before her body began moving in
time with my thrusting fingers. Then she climaxed, I felt her juices
flow around my fingers as her pussy clenched with orgasmic fury.

After my mother had climaxed I continued to finger-fuck her for a
while, her body trembling to each thrust of my fingers into her pussy.
 I knew it would not be long before it was my cock thrusting into her,
but before that moment came I wanted to taste my mother's juices. 
Moving away from her for a moment I got between her legs, for a few
seconds I gazed at her pussy lying wide open and inviting in front of
me then I lowered my head to run my tongue from the base to the apex
of her pussy.  With a low cry my mother jerked into an orgasm as my
tongue came to rest on her clit, slowly I twirled the little bud of
sensitive flesh around with my tongue then sucked it into my mouth
like a nipple, this made my mother's shakes even harder and her cries
even louder.  Moving from her clit as she descended from the height of
her orgasm I probed her pussy, the taste of her sweet juices filled my
mouth as I lapped and sucked at her wet hole, within seconds my mother
was climaxing yet again.  I kept sucking up her juices for as long as
I could, but eventually the force of her climax had her bucking so
much I couldn't keep in place.

Kneeling up I looked down at my mother's shuddering body, I watched
her slowly calm as her peak passed, but I knew that what I was about
to do next would have her shaking anew.  Sliding forward I covered her
body with mine, taking my weight on my arms I pressed my cock to her
pussy and my mother's eyes flew open to look straight up into mine.  I
had been expecting a last moment of indecision or doubt at this point,
but instead all I saw in her eyes was desire that matched my own. 
Savouring the moment I pressed forward, the very tip of my cock parted
her pussy lips then slid onward into her wet and willing pussy, all
the while I watched the gleam of excitement growing and growing in my
mother's eyes as my cock slid deeper into her.

Barely half my cock was in her when her eyes half closed, her lips
parted in a groan and her body began to shake in climax.  The
clenching of her pussy around my hard and excited flesh seemed to beg
me to thrust hard and deep, but I held back letting her calm a little
before slowly pressing more of my meat into her.  By the time our
groins finally rubbed together intimately I was so excited that I felt
myself getting close to my own climax, yet I did not want to just
'hump' her like crazy.  Lying still for a moment I did everything I
could to try and calm my excitement, the feel of her around my cock
did little to help me in my efforts and when I finally began to fuck
her with long, slow strokes I knew I would not be able to hold back
for long.

Today had been a first for me in more ways than one, it was my first
real sight of a naked woman and my first fuck, the fact that it was my
mother I was fucking only added to the sensations of pleasure that
were running through me.  Beneath me my mother began to move in time
to my slow thrusts, her body surrendering itself to me as I took her,
though at the back of my mind I wondered how she would react once the
deed was done and we had recovered.  Though I wanted to savour the
moment as long as possible it wasn't long before I found myself moving
faster, my mother's cries, though low, filling my ears and encouraging
me to move even faster.  It wasn't only her cries that were
encouraging me, her body tried to speed up my pace as well as she
thrust up at me, but I was not going to rush, or at least I was going
to draw out the pleasure for as long as I could.  The feel of my
mother's pussy clenching around my cock as it slid in and out of her
was indescribable, I had never known such sensations of bliss before,
not even when wanking, it was as though my whole body was centred in
the area of my cock!  Gradually, despite myself, my movements became
faster, our bodies crashed together with each down stroke making my
mother cry out and shake even more violently and her pussy tighten
even more around my hard flesh.

The time came when I could take no more of this glorious torture, with
a groan I thrust into her pussy as deep as I could get then trembled
at the force of my climax as my seed erupted into her.  Hot shocks of
ecstasy ran through every nerve in my body as I strained on top of my
mother, filling her with my juices, then the flow eased and I began
moving again, each rub of my cock against the walls of her pussy
sending thrills of new delight through me.  I never wanted the moment
to come to an end, but as the minutes passed my cock began to shrink
back to normal size until eventually it slipped wetly from her. 
Sitting back on my heels I looked down at my mother, her eyes were
closed tightly, her mouth open in a silent cry of rapture, her boobs
heaving as she gasped for breath.  I felt tired and invigorated at the
same time and as my own breathing began to ease I felt the first
stirrings of renewed life in my cock, though I was doubtful that my
mother would allow a repeat performance of what had just happened no
matter how much I may have wished it.  With a violent shudder my
mother opened her eyes and looked up at me, her lips curved into a
smile then she was struggling to sit up.

My mother was looking up at me and still smiling, she took one of my
hands in hers and gave it a squeeze, then I noticed tears in her eyes
and for the first time I felt guilty about what we, or more accurately
what I had done.  I knew I had to say something to her, though words
could not make up for what had happened, the worst of it was that just
sitting there looking at her was turning me on, my cock was back to
half mast and still getting harder.

"Mum," I said softly, "I'm sorry."

She looked at me and her smile grew wider, which puzzled me more than
a little, for a moment she did not say anything.

"What are you sorry for?" she asked at last.

I was surprised by her question, I was also puzzled by what she meant
by it.  Was she asking if I was sorry for seducing her?  For getting
her drunk?  For fucking her?  Or for lusting after her the way I did?

"Uh, for everything." I replied uncertainly, "Getting you drunk and
having sex with..."

She silenced me by the simple expedient of leaning up and kissing me,
needless to say I was surprised by her action, also needless to say I
was excited by it too.

"Paul," mum smiled when she parted our lips a few minutes later,
"firstly you didn't get me drunk, not quite anyway.  Secondly, what
makes you think I didn't enjoy what happened?  I'm only afraid you
will turn away from me for letting it happen."

Her comments had me rethinking everything that had happened, I'd been
so sure that my mother had been unaware of my seduction of her, now I
was no longer so sure.

"You silly boy," mum laughed gently while tussling my hair, "I loved
every moment of it, don't you think I could have put a stop to things
if I had really wanted to?"

"You mean I didn't seduce you?" I asked feeling a little crestfallen.

"Oh you seduced me alright." she smiled, "Only I was willing to be
seduced by you. Paul, incest is not something I'm concerned about, I
might explain why one day. I've known for ages that you had a crush on
me, I admit I was a little surprised when you tried it on tonight, but
I was flattered at the same time."

"You mean you let me seduce you?" I asked in surprise.

"In a word, yes." She grinned impishly.

"Then that means..." I grinned with growing elation.

"Means?" mum prompted.

"It means you won't mind if I do it again." I laughed.

My mother laughed then looked down at my fully erect cock, in one
quick motion she turned onto her stomach facing me, lowered her head
and took my cock into her mouth.  I gasped as I felt her mouth slide
down over my hard flesh, I gasped again when I felt her tongue
pressing against the underside of my shaft.

"Oh God!" I groaned, "God that's fantastic mum!"  

Jesus did my mother know how to suck cock, I may have had nothing to
compare it against, but there was no doubt in my mind that my mother
was an expert at it.  What a day of firsts, first naked woman, first
fuck and now first time to have my cock sucked!  My nerves jangled
with the sensations her mouth and ever moving tongue were giving me,
sensations that grew with each passing minute until I felt I would
explode with ecstasy.  In a sense I did explode, my juices exploded
into her mouth in a burst of rapturous pleasure that had my hips
jerking and my whole body trembling as she took every drop of seed I
put forth then sought more.  With that sort of attention it was no
surprise to find that my cock was not shrinking, nor did I feel any
hesitation when I pushed her mouth away from me, moved behind my
mother, raised her hips from the floor and thrust my cock into her in
one long, hard excited motion.

I was fucking her like crazy almost as soon as my cock was in her
eager pussy, despite my thrusts my mother managed to raise herself
onto her hands and knees then push back in time to my movements. 
Reaching around her body with both hands I took hold of one of her
boobs in one hand and played with her clit with the other, within
seconds mum erupted into a hot and heavy climax, her buttocks pushing
back against me as her pussy tightened.  Then her arms gave way and my
mother's shoulders dropped to the carpet, though her lower body still
moved with me in an ever-faster rhythm.  This new position gave me
greater depth to my strokes, but at the same time made it awkward for
me to play with her boobs, then from nowhere came the memory of the
film.  Moving my hand from her boobs I put one of my fingers in my
mouth and wet it with my saliva, then I pressed my finger to her
puckered anus.

When I pushed my finger into my mother's anus she went wild, her voice
rose in a cry and her body literally started to shake, grinning,
though she couldn't see it, I started to finger fuck her arse while
wishing I could be fucking it with my cock.  My two earlier climaxes
meant I was able to go on for ages, the feel of her tight arse around
my finger, her tight pussy around my cock and the added sliding of my
own finger on my cock through a thin membrane of flesh sent wild
thrills through me.  Goodness knows how long I fucked my mother for
that second time, I lost all track of everything but the pleasure
running through me, and when I felt myself starting to climax I could
not hold back a groan of sheer bliss.  Thrusting my cock deep into her
pussy and my finger deep into her arse I let loose a jet of seed, in
response my mother pushed back against me and cried out loudly.  Then
her body suddenly went limp, holding her with one arm I let myself
start moving again and I did not stop until my cock threatened to fall
out of her pussy.  Lying my mother down on the carpet I sat back and
watched her shaking body as she slowly began to recover.

"Paul," she gasped out after a few moments, "next time we do it you
are putting your cock where your finger was!"

"Yes mum." I laughed breathlessly.

It seemed funny that my mother's words echoed my own thoughts of a
short while ago, though I also knew that that pleasure would have to
wait for a while since we were both exhausted.

After a few minutes I had finally recovered enough to get to my feet
and I used my remaining strength to help my mother to her feet then
support her to the couch.  Flopping down beside her I put an arm
around her shoulders and drew her to me.

"God I'm knackered!" Mum declared as she snuggled up to me, "Who the
heck taught you to fuck so well?"

I couldn't help myself, I burst out laughing at her words, even when
my mother poked me in the ribs and asked what I found so funny I
couldn't stop laughing.

"Mum," I giggled when I regained some of my composure, "I've only had
one teacher, she's the most gorgeous woman around and as hot as hell
when it comes to sex."

"Well," mum responded sounding a little miffed, "who is this wonderful
nymphomaniac?"

"You of course." I grinned kissing her.

"You mean" she gasped when our lips had parted, "I took your
virginity!!  Oh God, what an exciting thought that is!  Jesus!  It
just struck me, if this was your first time what the hell will you be
like after you've had some practise!!!"

"I don't know," I grinned, "but it'll be fun finding out."

"Yes it will." Mum laughed.

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