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The woman with my mother was in her late forties and dressed in a smart black jacket and skirt, sheer black stockings and patent leather black shoes. She was wearing a white blouse buttoned to the neck. Her short dark hair looked stiff with lacquer. I suppose one could say that she was handsome. Mother said, “Debra’s a barrister.”
She looked at me with a smile and then to Mother, “What a good looking young man; you must be very proud of him.” Mother replied that she was. Debra announced that she was about to leave and hoped that she’d see me again. They went to the front door together and as they kissed each other’s cheeks, I heard them whisper.
I sat down and felt sick, because it was obvious to me that Mother had decided to change sides after all and I knew it was entirely my fault.
But nothing could have been further from the truth.
Mother came back into the lounge and said, “I’ll put the kettle on.” I must have been looking suspicious because she asked, “Are you all right Anthony?”
I look
ed at her searchingly, “How well do you know that woman?”
She stared at me blankly for a few seconds and then laughed, “She’s just a friend from the health club and If you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, I can assure you that I am not having or planning to have, a lesbian relationship with Debra. God, it was only twenty four hours ago that I had my first taste of another female’s pussy; give me a chance.”
She was referring to the previous day’s sexual encounter with Sue, my nineteen-year-old girlfriend. Both had expressed a curiosity about the forbidden fruits of Sapphic pleasure, so I’d set it up. It turned out to be a humdinger, especially when I was allowed to join in the activity.
I wasn’t convinced. “What was all the whispering about then?”
She reached forward and gently pinched my nose. “Women sometimes talk about women things and they’re often not for little boys’ ears.”
Although I agreed that she’d hardly had time to establish a lesbian relationship, I had an uneasy feeing that the Debra woman was of some significance, but what?
Since Mother had joined my health club, her body had become really trim. She was five feet four and had allowed her dark hair to grow slightly longer but it still only just covered her neck. Her breasts were medium size but firm. She had super legs and had recently started wearing shorter dresses to show them off. She was quite pretty and was beginning to look really sexy.
I changed out of my office clothes and Mother poured the tea. We sipped in silence and both of us must have been thinking about the previous day’s events. I recalled the image of Sue holding my naked mother face down across her lap and using two fingers to slowly fuck her pussy until it frothed. With sadistic pleasure, she’d held her at the brink of orgasm until Mother was literally sobbing with frustration and begging to be allowed to cum.
I shifted in the chair as the memory caused my penis to stiffen and Mother’s eyes quickly focussed on my lap: she never missed a thing. With a quiet laugh she said, “It must be a nuisance having one of those things between your legs, advertising to the world that you’re feeling horny. I’m sitting here with my pussy like a swamp and nobody knows anything about it. Did you masturbate when you got to bed?”
“Yes I did,” I replied, “and you?”
She said, “Phew, did I? I eventually got to sleep about one o’clock and then woke up again at three. You don’t know how close you came to getting a visit.” She smiled inquisitively, “Would you have kicked me out?”
I didn’t hesitate. “A hypothetical question, I wasn’t given the opportunity.” In my head, however, I was wondering. Would I have refused the offer? I just couldn’t make up my mind but one thing was certain, it was getting closer every day.
I always went to Sue’s on Monday. I rang the bell of her apartment and she opened the door immediately. As I leaned forward to kiss her, she grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me in.
“Never mind all that,” she said impatiently, “just get it out.” In one movement, she peeled off her dress and was naked underneath. She flung herself backwards on to her couch and opened her legs wide. Her pussy was already gaping and wet; but it always seemed to be like that.
Earnestly, she said, “I know this is not very romantic but I need to fucked as a matter of great urgency. I’ve been playing with myself for hours and, believe me, it took a great deal of willpower to stop from cumming because I’ve been saving it for you. So get on with it, I want to know if I still like cocks.
I started to laugh because I love it when she playacts and she can be a real clown. She rebounded from the couch and said, “Right; if you’re going to piss about giggling, I’ll help myself.”
While I stood gurgling with mirth, she started to rip the clothes from my body with a commentary of “Fucking buttons.” and “Get you’re hands out of the way.” until finally, I was naked.
She dragged me forcibly to the couch and pushed me down on my back. My cock was flaccid so she slapped it was her hand causing it to bounce back from my stomach. “What the fuck’s this?” she said in horror. “Jesus, I’m dating a eunuch.”
From a kneeling position, she soon had all of it in her mouth and within seconds, was getting a positive response. As I rose to the occasion, she climbed aboard. Shuffling forward until directly over my penis, she sank slowly on to it and as I disappeared inside, her eyes turned upwards and she gave a sigh of satisfaction. “God, that feels good. Yes I do still like cocks.”
As she started to get into it, I put on a falsetto voice, “Help I’m being raped.”
She responded in a deep tone, “I hope you’re a virgin my dear ’cause I’m going to fuck the arse off you.”
I squeaked, “I’ll tell the vicar.”
She replied, “I am the vicar.” It was an old one but we still laughed.
Sue and I have been together for eighteen months. She has a body to die for and goes to the gym regularly to keep it in shape. Her search for the ultimate sexual experience is never ending and I’m lucky to be her guy. She has stunning looks and such a dynamic personality; she can get away with anything.
When Sue has a big orgasm it’s a frenetic affair but usually she works up to it with some minor ones. The big one is accompanied by curses, some painful squeezes and the distinct possibility of having one’s cock ripped out by the roots. She has the amazing ability to contract the muscles of her vagina so forcible; she could probable hit a home run with a baseball bat.
She looked down to me and said, “Don’t cum until I tell you, this could be an all night affair.” She immediately gripped my cock and slid upwards in a mature english ladies
milking motion.
I gasped, “Well don’t do that then you stupid bitch.”
She put her hand over her mouth, “Oops, sorry; force of habit.”
Five minutes later, she was sufficiently satisfied to say, “Ok, here we go.” She lifted herself slightly, tightened her muscles and literally masturbated me with her pussy. As we both started cumming she sank down and, with a firm grip on my cock, twisted left and right until there was a danger that she could unscrew it.
I grabbed her buttocks and, to the accompaniment of grunts and growls, ejaculated forcibly as we both thrashed about. She was gasping and pinching her nipples and I could feel her hot juices flooding over my balls. When we eventually finished, she leaned forward and looked directly into my eyes. She kissed me and said, “I quite like you.”
We showered and were relaxing when Sue said, “Your mother is a bundle of erotic pleasure. Once she got going, it was so exciting I must have cum six times. If we ever get married, can she come on honeymoon with us?” I narrowed my eyes at her menacingly and she cowered back in the chair.
She said, “I gave Robert a thrill today.” She’s very fond of Robert, who is a colleague, and he’s crazy about her.
I knew this would be fun, “What happened?”
“Well,” said Sue, ” I was thinking about your mum rubbing our pussies together and I got so horny, I slipped my hand inside my panties and started teasing my clit. It was lunchtime and there were just the two of us in the office. I must have been screwing up my face because he was looking at me with his mouth open. I said to him, ‘what are you staring at? I’m just having a wank, all right?’”
I gave a snort of laughter, “What did he say?”
She replied, “He whispered in a disbelieving voice: ‘You’re not really are you?’ So I said, ‘Do you want to see?’ and started to stand up, but just then Christine came back and I had to sit down.”
I was incredulous, “You weren’t really going to show him your pussy were you?”
She chuckled, “Yeah; I love ‘im to bits. He would have wanked his brains out.”
She made some coffee and I decided to tell her about the Debra woman. When I finished the account, she looked at me blankly and said “So?”
I felt frustrated by her lack of interest. “There’s something about the woman that worries me.”
She was still unenthusiastic “Like what?”
There was nothing specific I could describe, “I don’t know, there just is that’s all.”
It was no comfort when she said, “I think you’re getting neurotic; take some tablets.”
Tuesday was Sue’s night for her Italian class so I stayed at home and was surfing on my laptop. Mother was into a book when she said casually, “Oh, by the way, Debra’s invited us both for tea on Sunday.”
I looked up sharply, “What?”
“I said we’re going for tea at Debra’s on Sunday.”
I snapped, “Why?”
Mother looked blank, “What do you mean ‘why’?”
I felt aggressive “Why is she inviting us for tea?”
Mother gazed at me for some seconds and said, “It’s probably quite innocent but, on the other hand, she could be a serial killer. She might intend to drug us and then dismember our bodies and spread the pieces around town in black plastic sacks.”
“That wouldn’t surprise me at all.” I knew I was being childish, “Well I’m not going.”
Mother looked irritated, “What on earth is the matter with you? I’ve accepted her invitation so you have to go; and don’t argue.”
Perhaps I was being unreasonable. It couldn’t be anything sinister, could it? So I said, “Ok, if we really have to.” I spent the rest of the week feeling uneasy but I kept it to myself.
Sunday came and we were due there at five o’clock. Mother told me that Debra was divorced and lived with her son who was nineteen. Apparently, she was loaded and lived out of town in a big house.
It was another pleasant afternoon and we were driving through the town centre when Mother asked casually, “Did you have a shower, dear?”
I looked sideways at her in surprise, “Yes, why?”
In the same innocent tone, “Well, I want you to smell nice. Did you put aftershave lotion on your private parts?”
She was referring to the occasion when, at the age of sixteen, I had a date with an older girl and was looking forward to my first sexual experience. Not anticipating the consequences, I liberally splashed some of my dad’s lotion on my cock and testicles.
It was like someone had put a blowtorch to my balls. I must have screamed because my mother came rushing up the stairs to find me sitting in the washbasin with the cold water tap running. She’s never let me forget it.
A had a sick feeling in my intestines and I took a tighter grip on the steering wheel, “Why do you want me to smell nice?”
She answered quietly, “I’m afraid I told you a little fib.”
I was a condemned man. Very slowly, I asked, “What sort of a fib?”
She was looking straight ahead when she said calmly, “Now I don’t want you to get cross. We’re actually going to their house to swing with Debra and her son.”
The car snaked slightly as I stood on the brakes. As we shuddered to a halt I heard the screech of tyres behind, followed soon after by simultaneous blasts from several horns.
I turned to Mother and screamed, “What?”
She stared without expression through the windscreen. “I think you heard what I said.”
I was blathering hysterically, “What in fuck’s name are you talking about?” As the chorus of horns behind us gathered momentum, I screeched, “Shut up, you cunts!”
I looked in the mirror to see a young girl standing up in an open sports car. The vehicle looked shabby and was probably over ten years old. Why do these women think that a sports car makes them look Hollywood? Behind her, there were three more cars jammed tight. She was waving her arms and turning around to demonstrate her frustration to the other drivers.
I poked my head out of the window and shouted, “Go around you stupid bitch” but of course she didn’t have enough room. I could see more cars beginning to join the queue and the fourth one was now trying to back up. As it was likely to take several minutes to sort out, I took my foot from the brake and moved the car forward.
I turned to Mother pleadingly, “Please tell me you’re joking.”
But she was looking past me and said, “Oh dear Anthony, she’s giving you the finger.”
I snarled, “Fuck her.” I clenched my buttocks as I struggled to control my panic, “Answer the question, are you being serious?”
She looked straight into my eyes. Her voice was tight but even, “Absolutely serious. Debra is expecting you to screw her and her son is going to fuck me.”
I stared at her in horror and then slumped back against the door as my life force slowly ebbed away. I hadn’t cried since I was a kid mature english ladies
but I was fucking close to it right then.
I shut my eyes and tried to think of something to say, but nothing came. Then I made a decision. I grabbed the wheel and started to make a U turn.
Mother put her hand on my arm and said quietly, “What do you think you’re doing Anthony?”
“We’re going home.”
Her voice was ice cold, “If you do, you’ll spend the rest of your time in my house living in misery. You’ll do your own washing, your own cooking, make your own bed and I’ll never exchange another word with you.”
I stopped the car and folded my arms on the wheel. As I put my head down on them, I said beseechingly, “What’s happening to you? Five weeks ago, you were my lovely Mum and now you’re a sex machine. I know it’s all my fault.”
“Yes it is.”
I sat up indignantly, “What do you mean ‘yes it is’, why is it my fault?”
She stared at me with a patient expression, “Are you really being serious? Just over a month ago, I was playing with my pussy and minding my own business. But you decided to interfere and since then, you’ve turned my life upside down.
You’ve introduced me to hard porn, tied me to a chair and tormented me with a bondage scene until I was screaming with frustration. You’ve excited my imagination with an erotic story and taught me to watch myself masturbate in a mirror. As if that’s not enough, you encouraged your girlfriend and I to engage in lesbian activities; which, I should add, was thoroughly enjoyable.
I now spend my entire waking life thinking about nothing but sex and masturbating constantly. Despite all of that, I still haven’t been fucked by anybody; although God knows I’ve given you every opportunity.”
I felt deflated, ” I thought we had a deal.”
She opened her eyes wide and her tone was vicious, “Deal? What fucking deal? I’ve never agreed to a deal.” I’d never heard her swear like that before.
She looked at me earnestly, “Don’t you understand; I want to feel a cock inside me. I’m forty-two years of age and I’ve never been fucked properly although my dear late husband did his best. Maybe there’s always been a sex machine inside waiting to escape and all you did was release it; I don’t know.”
She settled back in her seat and looked straight ahead. I stared at her with thoughts churning in my head but I couldn’t think of anything to say. She said firmly, “Drive on.”
I felt weary, “All right Mother, if you want me to fuck you, please let us go home.”
She snapped, “It’s too late now, we’re committed. I intend to keep my word otherwise I can never face her at the club again. So get going and put your foot down, it will be rude if we keep them waiting.”
I gave a short laugh but I wasn’t finding it funny, “For fuck’s sake, we’re not going to tea with the vicar. We’re going to somebody’s house for an orgy. I’m supposed to screw a woman I don’t even know or like and you’re going to have some spotty faced nerd stick his cock in you.”
She dismissed that with, “So what? And when he does, I hope you’re watching and regret that it’s not you that’s doing it.”
I carried on protesting, “But he’s only nineteen.”
She turned to me, “You’re just a year older and I wouldn’t mind if you did. Because of you, I now associate sex with young men. Even the fictitious character in your erotic story was a young man.”
She hesitated as if wondering if she should go on, “Anthony, I’m going to tell you something.” She paused again and took a deep breath before continuing, “I’ve always desired you. When you started to grow up, I craved to touch your body. As you’ve become a man, the feeling has got stronger. I know it’s wrong but I can’t help it.
When you were a teenager, I once saw you naked on your bed. I watched you stroking your penis and when it stiffened, I took my panties off and began to caress myself. You started to masturbate and you didn’t know that I was watching.
My pussy was wet and I stood with my legs wide apart. I was shaking with excitement and as you got close to cumming, I desperately wanted to hold your penis and do it for you.
I was rubbing my clitoris and holding my panties over my mouth to cover my groans, but you were too occupied to hear me anyway. When I saw you squirt over your tummy, I had a huge orgasm and fell down on my knees.
Since you’ve become a man, I’ve looked at you with desire many times. I’ve dreamed about kneeling in front of you and taking out your cock. I’ve imagined that first I’m sucking it and then I masturbate you. I’ve cum many times just picturing the look on your face as your semen spurts.
We sat in silence until she asked quietly, “Are you shocked?” I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know how I felt. All those years and I never knew. I was slightly embarrassed but also a little bit thrilled.
I started the engine and said, “Right, let’s get this over with but promise me one thing.”
“What?”
I put my hand under her chin and looked into her eyes, “That you won’t enjoy it.”
She pressed her lips together but her eyes were laughing, “I’ll try really hard not to.”
I was serious when I said, “I’m going to give this Debra women a fucking she’ll never forget.” Then I thought of something else, “Just one more thing; what am I going to tell Sue?”
“Well.” said Mother. “My best advice is not to tell her at all but, if you feel that’s a violation of trust, I’ll write you a note saying I forced you to do it.”
We eventually got to the right area only a few minutes late. The houses were all spread well apart and every one of them was millions. Their home was as big as any and had ornamental iron gates. There was an intercom and I pressed the button. It buzzed, ‘Hello?’ and when I announced, “Emma and Anthony.” it responded, ‘Welcome’.
The house had huge pillars either side of the entrance and steps down to the driveway. As we got out of the car, Debra was already standing at the front door. I thought, ‘What, no butler?’
She was wearing a brightly coloured Chinese thing with a split up the side and, as she stepped forward and revealed the full length of her thigh, I wondered if she had any panties on. She kissed Mother on the cheeks and then took both my hands.
She looked deep into my eyes and gave me a stupid smouldering look that she’d probably been practicing. “Anthony,” she purred seductively, “I’m so looking forward to this.”
I said, “So am I.”
Her son who’d been standing slightly back in the doorway, came forward. Debra said, “This is David.” He was about five eight and wearing white slacks and a quilted red jacket. His hair was parted down the centre and he had spats on his shoes. He was obviously trying to be someone from the thirties but was missing the long cigarette holder. He looked a complete mature english ladies
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