Perverts 'R' Us

Edgar's Adventures

By Tarkas3 ( inc, F/b )

Someone was shaking me.

"Michael, are you awake?" I heard Mum asking me as I rose out of my sleep.

"Come on sleepy head it's time to wake up, breakfast is ready."

I opened my eyes to stare into the lovely face of my mum as she leaned over me in her dressing gown. She stood as she smiled at me, turned and left me to get out of bed and dress - which I did slowly, still trying to wake. As a 13-year-old I tried to do what I was told, but sometimes found I wanted to do my own thing. I was a real disappointment to my father, who lavished attention on my older brother by 3 years, Billy. My brother was the athlete Dad wanted both of us to be, but I wasn't, I was academic - very academic and it pissed Dad off no end.

I walked into the kitchen come dinette and sat at my place and barely noticed my brother ragging on me, as my dad encouraged him. I was able to block both these assholes out, much to their great annoyance and my mum's delight. I hardly noticed as Billy and Dad began to leave the table, but did hear dad ask what I was going to do this Saturday.

I looked up, but before I could speak Mum said, "He's going to help me in the garden, aren't you Sweetie?" she smiled sweetly at me while she sipped her coffee.

Dad and Billy looked in horror at me, as if to say, "you're not are you, you wimp?" Besides, it was Saturday and Monday was a holiday.

"I can't wait Mum," I told my mum with a huge grin, although part of me didn't want to be gardening with my mum, there was something in her expression that stirred my body to tell my brain that it might be fun to spend the morning with her. My dad and brother shook their heads in disgust and left.

"Where are they off to?" I asked my mum, and she was still smiling at me as she sipped, looking at me over her cup.

"I'm so glad you're not like them," she said and her smile widened.

"What, be an asshole like those two? Not on your life." I told her and smiled back. I was finished breakfast and was staring at my mum.

"What?" she asked of my stare.

"Dad's such a fool. He spends all his time with Billy, and no time with his lovely wife. That's something I would never do," I told her firmly and her eyes reflected the love she had for her youngest son.

"Well it's lucky I've got you then isn't it?' she asked brightly, placing her empty cup on the bench.

"You'll always have me, Mum," I told her with a serious expression.

"No I won't. One day you'll find a girl and everything will be different," she said and her smile was gone and she looked so sad.

"No way! You will always be my mum and I will always be there for you. Always…" I said with such a strong emphasis that it surprised both of us.

"Well come on, we have to change for the garden," she instructed me and we both went to change. But I knew what my mum was going to wear - her garden outfit. Her sleeveless, white cotton, too-big-for-her blouse, huge ridiculous hat and that ugly ballooning, yellow skirt that came to just above her knees.

As I waited in the kitchen, sure enough Mum came out in her "gardening outfit" and I had to grin to myself - but Mum saw me grin.

"Trust me," she said, "you'll soon appreciate my gardening gear," she finished with a smirk. I couldn't see why I would. I was wearing a singlet and very loose shorts that stayed up via a drawstring. We walked into the garden together and mum got out our tools for the morning from her little shed and handed me a weeder - I hate weeding.

She saw my look of disgust and giggled.

"Don't worry, you'll be enjoying yourself in no time," and she led me to a large patch of weeds in one of her flower beds. I couldn't see how I would enjoy this, but I loved being with Mum. I had become her companion, her friend because Dad was so wrapped up in all Billy did. The two of them were rarely at home.

"Now the best way to do this is to squat down, rather than on your knees on the ground. Otherwise your knees will get all scraped and cut - not a good look for a woman," Mum instructed me.

"Mum, I'm not a woman, I'm a young man," I told her, a little peeved.

"I know you're a young man, Sweetie," she said. "You're my young man."

With that she squatted down and I followed. I was wearing a baseball cap to shield my eyes from the sun, and I always liked it pulled down low over my eyes. However, this meant no one could see my eyes unless I tilted my head back.

I looked over at Mum to see how she was using the weeder to follow suite. To balance herself as she squatted she did as I had done, and her knees were parted quite considerably. As I looked over she swung her knees toward me and I saw straight up her gardening skit. Oh how I love that big ballooning skirt now, because I could see perfectly all the way to her panties. I could see my mum's panties and my dick responded immediately. Mum was wearing very thin, skin-coloured panties, and I could see clearly that they were tight on her.

Her knees remained pointed at me and I pretended to weed, while looking from under my cap at Mum's panties. I could even make out the general shape of her pussy, and I was sure she had large pussy lips. Mum held her position for about half a minute while I stared in utter joy, fascination and adoration for my mum's panties. Then she swung her knees away from me, to ease the pressure on the muscles on one side, as I did too. I weeded and kept raising my eyes every few seconds in hope of seeing the wonderful sight again.

"Enjoying yourself now?" Mum asked and I looked up at her from under my cap and she was smiling at me. I smiled enthusiastically.

"Oh yeah, this is great being out here with you, Mum. Honestly, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." And boy did I mean it. She smiled lovingly at me.

"Good, I thought you would like it," she said and her knees swung back again and my head dropped, so my eyes could once again see Mum's panties.

This time I took greater note of what I was seeing, analysing the contours of Mum's pussy as it strained against her panties - why was Mum wearing panties far too small for her? I wondered. It was then I realized that Mum's big pussy was hardly contained in her panties. The shock of shocks; Mum swung just a little more to reach a particular weed, catching the light even more on her panties. I could now see her pussy slit through her panties. I though my dick was going to explode, and gave a little moan.

"You OK?" Mum asked without moving that magnificent sight.

"Oh yeah Mum, I'm just fine, just fine," I answered as I continued to stare at her beautiful pussy slit.

However, once again after about half a minute, Mum's knees swung back away from me. This now-you-see-now-you-don't continued for an hour, until Mum announced we were done for the day. However, after about 10 minutes of this incredible cock-teasing, it dawned on me to look elsewhere on Mum's beautiful body and my eyes tore themselves away to look at her breasts. In her big, baggy white cotton shirt I was hoping to see her breasts - I was on a mission now.

What I could see excited me just as much. I could see her nipples as clear as day - and they were hard, from what I could see. I figured she must have been wearing one of those sheer bras, and as she moved to the rhythm of weeding, her shirt flapped back and forth so her nipples pressed up against her shirt to the same rhythm.

Then after about 15 minutes, as she swung her knees away from me she turned a little more and I could see down her sleeveless arm-hole. There was no bra. My dick was killing me by this stage. My mind raged with the 'whys' of what was happening. Was Mum doing this on purpose or by accident? If on purpose, what was her purpose? If by accident, then this was the first time I had ever seen anything like this from Mum. My imagination ran away with me for a few minutes as I gazed at my mum's panty-clad pussy and dreamed. I imagine she wanted me. I imagined that she was really a wanton woman who could not help herself, and just wanted to flash young men. All sorts of fanciful ideas came to mind; but I realized that each one was as unlikely as the other.

Mum talked to me the whole time we weeded, as she showed me her panty-clad pussy and her hard nipples. I "mmed" at the right places, asked questions at the right times and even commented appropriately. I was everything a good son should be. Mum was skirting around a subject she just couldn't speak about openly. So as I looked longingly at her panties, with her bulging pussy barely contained in them, I looked up and asked,

"So Dad's an asshole to you and it really pisses you off?"

Mum giggled at my insight and bluntness.

"Yeah, that just about covers it. I'm just so glad I've got you at home to talk to and have as my best friend." she told me as she sat back on the ground, giving her legs a much-needed rest, but still maintaining that magnificent view of her panties. Her arms clasped around her knees, but she didn't pull her knees together which at the time I thought was a little odd.

"You know you're my best friend?" she asked me, and I looked up and into her eyes, and I could see they were pleading a little.

"Well that's good, because you're mine," I told her in turn in a very serious voice and expression to match. She beamed at me and rocked on her butt with delight.

As if to emphasis her joy at my confession her knees parted a little more, and now I could see that her pussy lips were actually spilling out of the sides of her panties, and I swear I nearly came. Mum resumed her squatting position and we continued to weed. Her conversation was freer now and she asked rather coyly,

"Would you like to spend more time with me like this?" as she watched my face, and her knees were pointed away from me now.

I looked up and said in my most enthusiastic voice, without trying to sound over-the-top, "Oh would I, you bet Mum. I love being with you like this.

She smiled broadly again and focused back onto her weeding. It was then that a plan - well more of an idea began to form in my mind. Between staring at her panty-clad fat pussy and her hard nipples dancing to the rhythm, I decided to see what I could see.

After our weeding together I went and did my homework - I said I was academic. But not before I relieved my straining dick in the loo, as I remembered the images of Mum squatting before me. I found I needed to know why Mum was showing me her panties today, because she had never done so before. But how was I going to find out why? As I worked at my homework, I pondered this question and a plan developed in my mind, and decided to put that plan into action tonight. The planets were in the right alignment as far as I could see, so tonight I would begin.

That night I lay in bed and waited, positive of my plan - it was flawless. I had to wait until I couldn't hear Billy in his room next to mine, and then I knew he would be asleep - Billy would be the only problem. Mum and Dad in their room were no problems, because they both took sleeping pills; Dad because he claimed he couldn't sleep without them, and Mum because Dad snored so loudly. When it was finally all quiet in Billy's room it was 11.30pm, and I waited a further 30 minutes to make sure.

I couldn't even hear Billy wanking himself - he must have had a hard day with all his macho crap with Dad. I bet it couldn't compete with my morning. At 12.00am exactly I got up and quietly walked out of my room, down the hall past Billy's room and very quietly opened the door to Mum and Dad's room. I could hear Dad's snores before I entered the hall from my room. There in front of me were my parents lying on their bed - Dad furthest from me on his back, snoring away; and Mum lying on her side toward me. Next to Mum's side of the bed was her night-stand with her sleeping pills and a half glass of water - she had taken them. 'Excellent', I thought, just as I needed. I crept up to the bed and knelt down inches from my Mum, who was breathing deeply, but quietly.

I had decided to assume a different voice for the occasion. Mum was wearing her short summer nighty that buttons up at the front, and most of the buttons were undone.

"Hello beautiful," I greeted my Mum in a whisper with a high-pitched voice.

"Hello," she answered.

I was suddenly in great fear of being found out before I had a chance to do anything, but by her breathing after she answered me I knew she was still asleep. My mum was a sleep-talker! The revelation hit me like a sledgehammer, and the thrill it gave me was enormous as my mind raced with the possibilities. Mum was a sleep-talker! It took a couple of seconds to get past the joy this gave me.

"You're beautiful," the funny-voiced little man told my mum.

"Thank-you," she whispered slow back to me, with a smile.

"My name is Edgar, I hear you're husband has been very inconsiderate toward you for a long time." Her smile disappeared and Mum frowned.

"Yes," came her slow, whispered reply.

"Is there someone else you would want to love you like a husband?" Edgar asked. I had to know the big why of the day. Mum smiled.

"Oh yes," she whispered seductively and her hands moved to her chest, which gave me another idea.

"You want to touch yourself at the thought of him, don't you?" Mum's hands hovered over her breasts.

"Oh yes," she moaned softly, as she seemed to be holding herself back.

"Does he know how you feel?" Edgar led her along the path he wanted.

A look of sadness crept over her beautiful face and a few tears fell from her eyes.

"I don't think so," Mum whimpered softly, and seemed to be struggling not to touch herself.

"Do you think of him sometimes when you touch yourself?"

"Yes," she whimpered and her face contorted a little as she answered Edgar.

"Is that because it's taboo to love him in that way?"

"Yes," Mum hissed at Edgar and I could see how much pain she felt over it.

"Is that because it's your youngest son?"

My heart pounded like a drum and my mouth was dry, as Edgar asked this question for me.

"Oh yes," Mum whimpered and curled her body into a semi-fetal position. I knew I had to act quickly, just in case these strong emotions woke Mum up.

"What if I told you that Michael wanted you as much as you want him?" Edgar asked. Mum stopped her whimpering and her face slowly relaxed into an expression of hope.

"Do you think so, Edgar?" her voice was so hopeful I nearly jumped for joy.

"I know he does, and he is in pain too. He doesn't want to hurt you, but he doesn't care about what society thinks." I watched Mum's expression as she smiled.

"That's my boy, always stands by what he thinks," she purred softly to Edgar. I thought fast, and then I had a brainwave.

"Michael has surfed the 'net about incest, and found so many people do it. They just keep quiet, and keep it to themselves." I waited for her response as Mum processed this. I knew I couldn't keep doing this for too much longer.

"Tomorrow, Michael will tell you how he feels, if you show him your pussy. Can you do this?" Edgar asked Mum. There was a wicked look on her face now.

"Oh yes, I've wanted to for so long," Mum purred, "he's the only one I feel totally at ease with."

"OK, tomorrow when you're with Michael I will have him say 'I will never love another woman like I love you'. Then you will show him your pussy, and then you do whatever you want after that. OK?" Mum nodded with an expression as though she had a very naughty secret.

"Good-bye beautiful," Edgar said as I stood to leave, and then I had an afterthought.

"Oh, it's fine to touch yourself and think of Michael, I think he would love to know you're doing it." Mum's hands began to knead her breasts and she smiled.

"Good-bye Edgar and thank-you."

I left to jerk off before I came in my parent's room. I raced to the loo and wanked off, although it took seconds to cum, it was powerful and the best I had had to date. I was surprised at how well my plan had gone, and ran through the sequence of events in my mind as I slowly went to sleep. It had been just brilliant, absolutely brilliant. I loved my Mum so much.

Someone was shaking me.

"Time to wake up sleepyhead, your dad and Billy have left for the cricket already. It's just you and me again, Baby."

It was my Mum's voice, but I detected something different in it, and she had never called me 'Baby' before. I woke instantly. Mum was standing over me, and not in her dressing gown, but in her gardening shirt. I ran my eyes over her body to find she was wearing her complete gardening outfit.

"Are we weeding today?" I asked as I sat up, and then realized I had a raging erection and decided to wait until Mum left my room before I got out of bed.

Mum smiled, "No, this morning you're helping me with the top cupboards." she said and as she stood and left my room said, "Hurry up Baby, I waited breakfast for you."

There was that term of affection again. I sprang out of bed, quickly dressed in my loose shorts and singlet from yesterday and raced to the loo for the "out of bed" piss. This was difficult and slow, owing to my erection. When I finally entered the kitchen Mum was waiting with a smile and a loving look in her eye.

"What took you so long?" she asked still smiling at me.

"Sorry, I had to go to the loo," I told her.

"Oh, of course your morning hardon makes it slow. Sorry I had forgotten," she said matter-of-fact-like, still smiling. Odd thing was I wasn't embarrassed and decided to show I was comfortable with Mum on such a topic.

"That's it and it took longer then usual," I informed her, who only nodded her understanding. We ate breakfast and then an idea occurred to me.

"How did you sleep?" I asked Mum and she smiled as if remembering something special.

My dick saluted her reaction.

"What?" I asked and Mum smiled at me and replied, "Well I slept well, but had a strange dream." Her eyes told me that she really did enjoy last night.

"Do tell," I offered. Mum looked at me and shrugged.

"I don't really understand it really, maybe you can make something of it," she suggested. "You beauty," I thought. "I can really control this and steer it where I want it to go." Man I loved her.

As this thought crossed my mind Mum must have read it and asked, "What?" So I told her.

"I love you Mum," and she actually squirmed in her chair as she sipped her coffee and blushed, but her grin told me the effect my words had on her. I also thought her squirming my have also been a reaction to my words - a sexual reaction.

"So do tell," I wasn't going to let this pass. Mum grinned widely and I could tell she was about to tell me. I must admit I was curious as to how she experienced last night. How did she interpret the funny voiced little man through her sleeping pills?

"Well, I dreamed about this little man," she began a little coyly and in hushed tones - boy I love that.

"What, a dwarf or a little person, someone like that?" I asked. Mum frowned a little, trying to focus.

"Yeah, something like that, I suppose," she said, "anyway he was little and spoke in a high-pitched voice." I could see all that so far.

"So what did he say?" I prompted. My mum looked at me and grinned wickedly.

"Well he stood next to my bed as your father slept next to me," she said excitedly.

"Ah, that excited you, didn't it?" I observed and Mum giggled.

"Oh yeah," she said enthusiastically. I must remember that for tonight I thought.

"Then what?" I prompted again, just waiting for the rest.

"Well he touched my breast without permission," Mum said in a shocked tone, but I could see it was put on.

Yet, she did blush; probably because I was not one of her girlfriends, by her 13-year-old son. That made me think, and I realized that our relationship, that side of our mother/son relationship had changed yesterday. It was as if Mum had taken away a barrier between us, and had allowed me into her inner sanctum. That place she kept for those closest to her. Like I said, I'm an academic; these things make sense to me. I now wondered if in her world I had replaced the significant man in her life that should be taking up this role - her husband, my father, because he is a dick. I quickly returned to the topic at hand.

"Liked it, did you?" I pushed. Mum giggled like a little girl again.

"Yeah, I did," she told me.

"Then what?"

"Well that was it," she lied and I looked disappointed now.

"What, he disappeared in a puff of smoke or something?"

"No he just left," Mum lied again.

"Not a very considerate type was he?" Mum looked at me.

"Yeah, well come on, this cupboard isn't going to tidy itself," and she moved to the kitchen cupboards, gabbed the step ladder and climbed to the top step.

I understood my position and stood along side my Mum. She reached up and opened the cupboard door. I looked up and thought I was in heaven. I looked straight up her gardening skirt to see my mum was wearing a very thin thong, and if I thought her panties yesterday were having trouble containing her fat pussy, the thong today was merely stretched along her pussy slit. Why did she prefer panties that were all too small for her? Had she gained weight - I didn't think so.

I was staring at Mum's pussy and her thong was so narrow, it only covered her pussy slit so I could see virtually all of her pussy. Mum indeed had a big fat pussy and it was totally hairless. I was in love with her all over again. As Mum stretched for the contents of the cupboard she lifted one foot off the step and out from her body. This opened her legs wide for me, so I could see her fat, hairless pussy in all its glory. I was mesmerized.

"You OK down there?" Mum asked as she looked down at me.

"Yeah, of course," I told her, still looking up at her magnificent pussy.

"OK, you take the stuff as I hand them to you." I nodded and stared.

One by one Mum handed the items down and I placed them on the bench, all the while staring at her pussy - big, fat and hairless. Man I so wanted to touch her. Once that was done, Mum came down off the step ladder, sorted what to keep and what to throw out. Then we reversed the process. The whole time my dick was hard, and my shorts showed it. Of course as we reversed the process I stared at Mum's pussy as before.

We were done all too soon. I went off and did more homework, and then we had lunch together. More homework in the afternoon until the two assholes came home, and then the house was theirs. That night I waited for Billy again, and like the night before, he went to sleep quickly. I peeked through my parent's bedroom door and saw Mum hadn't taken her sleeping pills. Mum was fully under the bed covers on her left side and I grinned to myself. I tiptoed to stand next to Mum as I listened to Dad snore away. Mum opened her eyes almost immediately - "Lucky she took her pills last night," I thought.

"What is it, Sweetie?" Mum asked in a whisper, a little concerned and pulled back the bed cover to her waist. It seemed as though she was inviting me into her bed and lie with her.

"I had to come and talk to you, Mum," I whispered as I crouched next to her bed, only inches from her face.

"What is it, Baby?' Mum asked again, but now her voice no longer had concern in it, but there was a touch of excitement now.

"I couldn't sleep, I've wanted to tell you this for so long. Mum, I will never love another woman like I love you." Her eyes widened, she smiled broadly and tears gathered in her eyes.

"Oh Sweetie, my baby, my little man."

As Mum said this she gently pulled the bed covers down to her knees and then took the bottom of her nighty, and raised it seductively up her body until it was bunched around her waist. Mum was wearing tiny panties. She raised her right knee up so it was at a 90-degree angle to her left leg, spreading her legs for me to look between them.

"I want you to look at my pussy, Sweetie," she purred softly to me. I didn't have to be asked twice. Now the die was caste.

Even in the poor light I could see Mum had a beautiful, big pussy, as she was wearing no panties. Now it was clear that she didn't wear panties that were too small, rather her pussy was too big to be contained by them.

"Do you like what you see, Sweetie?" she asked and I could hear the concern in her voice.

"Your pussy is more beautiful than I could have imagined," I told her as I stared. I looked at her and she was smiling.

"Your dad has always hated it, he says it's a monster because of its size," she told me and I could hear the sadness in her voice.

"I always said he was an idiot," I told her firmly.

"Come to Mummy, Baby," she invited me into her arms and I only needed to lean forward to be in her embrace. Her arms wrapped around me as mine did around her. It felt brilliant. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I couldn't help myself, I had to feel her big, beautiful pussy. I reached my left hand down her tummy.

"Oh yes Baby, feel Mummy's pussy," she purred at me as dad grunted a few times in his sleep, but continued to sleep that deep sleep of his. My hand touched her pubic mound, and even that was magnificently puffy, soft and spongy to my touch. Mum moaned softly so it sounded more like a sigh. I then raked my fingertips gently down to her pussy lips, and Mum opened her mouth slowly while she closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

"Oh Mum, you feel so sexy, so beautiful. I love your pussy and how it feels," I told her as my fingers continued to rake downward, gently to her fat pussy.

Mum appeared to have no discernable pussy lips because of her magnificent camel-toe, but once my fingers began their exploration of her pussy slit and I opened it up, her pussy lips were inside.

Mum was moaning with real pleasure as I fondled her pussy, head still tilted back and a dreamy smile on her face.

"Tell me you'll always play with my pussy. Your dad wouldn't. I had to beg him, and then he hardly touched me." I was kneading Mum's pussy a little harder now, revelling in how it felt, spongy and soft. "How could someone not love this?" I wondered.

"Oh boy will I be touching your pussy from now on. You'll have to take my hand out of your panties, because I'll be touching you in all sorts of places," I told her and she gave a little shiver and giggled, and with the sexiest of voices she asked, "Where would you touch my pussy, Sweetie?"

My fingers were kneading her pussy on both sides of her slit, and I could feel Mum's pussy was opening as she became highly aroused. I knew what she wanted to hear.

"Everywhere! In the car, while we're shopping, at the dinner table in front of Billy and Dad - but they won't be able to see." She shivered again.

"Oooo you naughty boy, you would do that to your Mummy?" she smiled as she began to pant and groan.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to do that to my Mummy, and there will be many, many more places," I confirmed.

By now my fingers were in her pussy slit, and I was running them through and up her slit to her clit. Mum was so wet I couldn't believe it. Her pussy juices were trickling down her thighs.

"Sweetie I want you inside me," Mum panted in a whisper.

She moved onto her back, and I climbed onto her as she spread her legs wide for me. I quickly pulled my boxers down and my hard dick popped out. I looked over to my dad and the surreal situation increased my arousal. Mum was hungrily pulling me to her, so I brought my dick to her huge pussy and I could see it was fully opened to me, wanting me. My arousal was so great because I had wanted this so much; I knew it would be over quickly.

"I'm sorry, Mum, but this won't take long," I apologized as the head of my dick slowly pushed into Mum's now-exposed love tunnel.

"I know, Sweetie, but we will work on that, and you will become stronger and last longer. Ahhh, ahhh, ooh, ooh, that's so beautiful, Sweetie, fuck your Mummy, Sweetie, fuck me."

I slid my dick slowly into Mum's pussy, and she wasn't tight, but man it felt wonderful. I felt like I was where I belong. After only a few thrusts I knew I was going to cum.

"I'm gonna cum, Mum," I warned and as we looked into each other's eyes she smiled her open mouth and said, "Oh yeah sweetie, cum in me, I so want you to."

Dad grunted as I felt my dick shoot into my Mum and I came so hard as my body shook and my face contorted. I collapsed into my Mum's arms and she held me somewhere between her baby and lover.

"We will go to your room when you have recovered in a few minutes, and there we will start your lessons. By the way, I love the way your fingers touched my pussy. Oh, and I will keep you to your promise to touch me there wherever we are."

From that time until now, 10 years later, Mum and I are more than lovers, we are more like husband and wife, but with the gusto of our relationship's illicit nature. I have always kept my promise and touch Mum's pussy wherever and whenever, and our favourite situation is while shopping for clothing.

We would stand in a circular rack of clothing, looking at a particular item, and we would stand on either side of the rack. Mum always wears dresses and skirts without pantyhose, allowing me full access under her skirt. We would stand like this with my hand up her dress or skirt and in her panties. We got our own place in another state and never hear from Dad and Billy.

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