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Mother turned my head to hers and kissed me firmly on the lips but there was nothing sensual in it. Her eyes were shining with delight and I’d never seen her look so pretty. She said, “I’m getting really naughty aren’t I.” I wondered how naughty she intended to get?
She clambered from my lap and took a couple of paces before spinning around. “This has been the best Mother’s Day ever.” Then she put her hand to her mouth in horror, “Ooh Anthony; your trousers.”
I looked down and groaned in despair, “For God’s sake Mother, this is the second pair you’ve ruined.”
She reached forward and squeezed my face, “Never mind, Mummy will clean them for you.” She stretched luxuriously. “I’m going for a shower. Put my panties in the basket when you’ve finished with them.” She caught them deftly and laughed when I threw them at her.
As I heard her footsteps on the stairs, I mulled over the events of the past four weeks. What an extraordinary change there had been in her demeanour since I’d accidental
ly seen her masturbating. From a quiet and respectable forty-two year old widow looking after her only son, she had become a vivacious dynamo with a keen interest in sex. What was most important, she looked happy and seemed to be enjoying life.
I’d given her access to my porn CD’s and she now freely discussed the most intimate sexual practices without embarrassment. From protesting violently when I tied her to a chair and forced her to watch a bondage CD, she had progressed to shamelessly masturbating on my lap while I excited her senses with an erotic tale. I just hoped that the direction that I was encouraging her to take was a safe one.
However, she had to get out more and find herself a suitable partner, permanent or otherwise. She’d already been two years without proper sex, although my dear late father had not given her anything that she was missing.
One evening I was upstairs when she came out of the bathroom wearing just a bathrobe. She opened the robe and said, “Look at this.” She was drawing my attention to a barely noticeable roll of flesh around her waist that she was squeezing with her fingers. “If I’m going to be a porn star, this has got to go.”
The fact that she was exposing the lower half of her naked body didn’t worry her and I reflected again on the remarkable transformation that she had undergone.
She was quite small, about five feet four, with short dark hair and average breasts but she had really nice legs. Just recently, she’d joined the health club where Sue and I were members and she’d certainly lost weight. I’ve always considered her to be attractive in a pretty way. “Looks ok to me.” I said, “What’s the problem?
“What’s the problem?” she echoed. “I’m fat, that’s what the problem is. I’m must start going to the club every day.
I usually had three spare evenings each week and often went pubbing with my pals. Sometimes I stayed home with Mother, when she would read while I surfed on my laptop.
I was getting used to her suddenly asking a question, often completely out of context, so it was no surprise when she suddenly looked up and said, “How often do you think it is reasonable for me to masturbate?”
I replied calmly, “I don’t think there are official guidelines. As often as you want to; or until your pussy gets too tender.”
She smiled and asked, “How often do you do it?”
I thought for a moment as if calculating, “I don’t keep a log but, on average, three hundred and sixty five times a year.”
“Do you have an extra one during leap years?” she enquired.
I answered in a hurt tone, “I’m not a sexual maniac Mother.”
Then she said quietly, “What I need is proper sex and you won’t do it because of your silly rules.”
I looked at her reproachfully, “You wouldn’t want me to, would you?”
She smiled and said quietly, “No I guess it wouldn’t be right but I can’t say I haven’t thought about it when I’ve been really horny.” That sounded ominous. I had to find her some real sex if only to preserve the harmony of our relationship.
A couple of nights later, there was another sexual event with implications that partially concerned me. I’d just changed into my tracksuit ready for soccer practice and was about to descend the stairs when Mother came out of the bathroom in her white robe. She looked at me with a serious expression, “I think I’m becoming an exhibitionist.”
“What’s brought that on Mother?”
“Well,” she said, “I’d just got out of the bath when I had an impulse to throw all the windows open and stand there naked. I wanted to masturbate while being secretly watched. It must be exciting to know that you’re getting someone aroused in a voyeuristic way.”
I said, “I’ve watched you masturbate.”
She dismissed that with, “Oh, you don’t count.”
“Have you ever tried watching yourself?”
She looked puzzled, “How can I possibly do that?”
I took her hand and led her towards her bedroom. “Come with me. I’ll show what to do but I’m really pushed for time because Coach has already warned me twice about being late for practice.”
Facing the end of her bed was a wardrobe with mirrors on both doors. Unfortunately for me they weren’t full-length. We sat down on the bed together and I said, “Open your robe and put your hand on your pussy.”
She craned her head upwards, “I can’t see.” With that, she got up and clambered astride my lap to face the mirror. “That’s better, now I can see.”
I looked at my watch, “Mother, I’m really late. Can’t you sit on pillows or get some cushions from downstairs, or something?”
“Oh be quiet,” she said irritably, “you’re just the right height and nice and firm. Do I now just play with myself?”
I was getting impatient, “Yes, and hurry up.”
“Hurry up?” she repeated, “That’s sounds really sexy, I must say.”
Her thighs were open wide and she began to stroke the slit of her vagina. She kept the heel of her hand stationary and moved just her middle finger. Immediately, her pussy opened and tiny wet beads of excitement gathered on the pink labia.
At this point, I interrupted. “Mother, I must stop you for two reasons. One, I’m really in the shit as far as time is concerned and two, these are the only pair of tracksuit bottoms that I own and if you leak all over them, I’m going to look a complete twat!”
She gave an exasperated sigh. “It’s very difficult to concentrate when you keep yakking in my ear.” She slipped the bathrobe from her shoulders, “Here, sit on this. I’m quite excited so it shouldn’t take long.”
I suddenly realised that, despite our recent intimate sessions, this was actually the first time that I had seen my mother’s naked mature pics hot soccer moms
breasts; or at least not for twenty years or so. I looked at them in the mirror and saw that they were medium size but round and firm. The nipples were decidedly prominent with flat ends and resembled small pink marsh mellows. Very suckable I thought.
I stole another glance at my watch as she began to move her fingers more purposely. Her pussy was now very wet and I could hear a slippery sound as she caressed it in circles. She was breathing through her mouth and her eyes were wide and interested as she stared intently. As the pleasurable sensations began to build, she occasionally closed her eyes and flared her nostrils.
She spoke a little breathlessly, “This is quite exciting; I never thought that watching myself masturbate could be so erotic. Incidentally, a little nipple stimulation would be helpful.”
“What about the rules?” I protested.
“Oh bum to the rules,” she snapped, “it depends how late you want to be for your soccer practice.”
I looked at my watch again and calculated that there was still a faint possibility that I could make it in time. She was blackmailing me but I had no choice; so I lifted my hands and cupped them around her breasts. As I gently rubbed my palms in circles, I felt both nipples harden. At the same time, Mother sucked in a breath and whispered, “That’s nice.”
I was aware of the warmth of her naked body and the scent of bath oil was quite heady. My mouth was close to the nape of her neck but I resisted the urge to kiss it. Suddenly, I thought, “Oh shit,” because I could feel myself also begin to harden.
Mother was instantly aware of it and pressed her bottom against my rising penis. She put on an indignant voice, “Anthony, was on earth is that? I do hope you’re not getting any lascivious pleasure from my personal activity, that would be really naughty of you.”
She wriggled her bottom against my cock again and it didn’t help at all. “My word, I think you are; I’m really shocked.” She was loving it.
I tried to sound convincing, “It’s merely friction and nothing to do with you. I haven’t a lewd thought in my head.”
I continued to rub my palms against her nipples and she whispered breathlessly, “You and your erection have made me very excited. I’m going to cum in a minute and, when I do, I want you to pinch them hard.”
I was really concerned, “I don’t want to hurt you Mother.”
She was insistent, “I’ll decide who gets hurt and if you don’t want it to be you, I suggest you do as you’re told. When I say squeeze, give ‘em the works.”
The tempo of her fingers was increasing but now flicking upwards as she caressed her clitoris. Her eyes were still intently focused on her pussy as she gasped, “Here I cum.”
Her wide legs straightened, the insteps of her feet curved rigidly and her toes curled. As her orgasm became imminent, her fingers pressed into her gaping cleft and began to revolve in aggressive circles. She groaned, “I’m cumming: now squeeze!”
I took each nipple between fingers and thumb and applied a reasonably painful constriction. Immediately, she gasped, “Squeeze them you ninny!”
I thought, ok if that’s what you want and rolled them in my fingers with sufficient pressure to crack a walnut.
She groaned, “Yes,” and shoved four fingers deep into her pussy. As her body arched with the exquisite agony, she began to fuck herself violently.
I was watching her in the mirror and saw her face contort and her eyes close. I sensed that she’d stopped breathing but she finally released the air from her lungs with an explosive gasp. Her stomach jerked several times as waves of ecstasy flooded through her body and she softly moaned with each one.
As the sensations began to fade, she removed her deeply imbedded fingers and revolved them slowly in her saturated crevice as she desperately tried to prolong the acute pleasure.
When she’d finished, I waited about five seconds and then dumped her unceremoniously on the bed. A quick glance at my tracksuit confirmed no stains and I put one hand over the bulge of my erect penis. I rushed out of the bedroom and down the stairs but before I’d reached the front door, I heard her shout, “If that’s not slam bam, thank you Mam, I don’t know what is?”
Later when I arrived home, she asked if I’d got there in time and I answered, “Only just, thank you.” She said nothing about my lapse of concentration in her bedroom but a couple of times as I sat watching TV, I felt her looking at me. When I glanced in her direction she quickly removed a smile and looked down at her book. She was feeling so smug.
Then a more interesting question came out of the blue. First, she made a statement, “I’m not a lesbian you know.”
That one threw me a bit and I replied, “I’ve never had the slightest doubt about it.”
She looked at me with a steady gaze, “Then why can I sometimes cum by thinking about another female going down on me?”
I was relieved. “Mother, it’s a common fantasy among straight women; put your mind at rest. Sue thinks about it all the time and she’s admitted having those thoughts even when it was me that was eating her. Which wasn’t very flattering, I have to say.”
Then she added, “If you hear of any willing females, let me know.” She finished her sentence with a laugh but I sensed that she was serious.
My mind must have been confused as I wondered if she was really thinking about changing sides because I heard somebody say, “I’ll have a word with Sue; she’s often said that she’d like to try it.”
I thought, who the fuck said that? Then I realised it must have been me. What on earth was I thinking? I couldn’t believe I’d just uttered those words. And to make matters worse, Mother smiled and said. “Ok I’ll leave it to you.” Now I really was in the shit.
Sue is my nineteen-year-old girlfriend whose sex drive would challenge the most virile stud; and she’s an exhibitionist. She has a stunning body and would dearly like to show it to the world, especially when she’s masturbating. I don’t know what she sees in me but I’m grateful. I spend three evenings each week at her flat and most of our time together is spent fucking, masturbating or just talking about sex. She is insatiable, I’m happy to say, and we’re well suited.
All next day I thought about Mother and Sue. Why the hell did I suggest Sue, was I crazy? How could I tell her that my mother would like another female to lick her pussy and wouldn’t mind if it was she? In any case, did I really want my girlfriend to go down on my own mother? On the other hand, if I could sell it to her it would be kind of interesting.
That evening I was at Sue’s. Over the eighteen months that we’d been together we’d experimented mature pics hot soccer moms
with just about every position physically possible. We’re both athletic and we push our bodies to the limit.
On this occasion, she’d thought up a new one. She did a handstand but facing in towards me with her legs apart and horizontal. This put both her legs and pussy all on one straight plane. God knows how she managed it but the effort stretched her cunt wide open. The test was to see if she could maintain the handstand while being eaten or if I could make her collapse.
I put my hands under her outstretched thighs but let her support her own weight and went to work on her. With her cleft gaping wide, I could push my tongue almost to her tonsils and I gave it everything. She was laughing and screaming and calling me all the bastards under the sun but finally her pussy started to gush and her arms gave way.
As she experienced her orgasm, I supported her weight and let her enjoy it even though she was hanging upside down. We were both helpless with laughter afterwards.
She was mopping her pussy and thighs with a tissue as my mind turned to the mother subject; the one I’d been dreading. I started by saying, “Sue, I’ve got something to tell you.”
She looked up immediately with wide eyes and said, “What?”
I continued, “Well it’s difficult to know where to start but I’ll try. You’re not going to like it.”
Before I could go on, Sue stood up and took a couple of paces. She said, “I knew there was something; you’ve been acting weird the last three or four weeks.” Suddenly she turned and faced me with a worried look. Her eyes looked quite tearful, “Is it another girl?”
I replied emphatically, “No of course it isn’t.”
She looked relieved, “A man?”
I closed my eyes and turned away in distaste, “Please!”
She sat down and looked at me earnestly, “Well what is it then?”
I started again, “Just over a month ago, I accidentally saw my mother masturbating.”
I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts but before I could describe the next phase, Sue’s serious expression softened and she pressed her lips together. She looked as if she was fighting something, and she was. She raised a hand to cover her mouth but failed to suppress a strangled snort. I waited patiently while her body shook with silent laughter.
Finally she composed herself and wiped her eyes. “I’m sorry; it was wrong to laugh because I know you’re very fond of her and you must have been shocked. But Jesus, so what? She was just having a wank and it’s not exactly headline news is it? She’s in the prime of life and probably gets horny without a man to service her. Forget it; put it right out of your mind.” She leaned back in the chair triumphantly.
I said, “If you’ve quite finished, I’d like to go on. When I saw her, she was watching soft porn from late TV so I gave her some of my hard stuff.
Sue’s eyes widened slightly, “Really, what did she think of them?”
I answered, “They certainly turned her on.” I coughed nervously and continued, “Especially a bondage one when I tied her to a chair.”
Her eyes became wider still and her mouth opened. “You tied her to a chair? What did she do?”
I swallowed and went on, “She got very excited and when I released her hands, she masturbated frantically and had a big orgasm.”
Sue stared at me in silence for a few seconds and then laughed, “Is this a wind-up?” I shook my head slowly.
She looked serious again, “Is there any more?”
My armpits were sweating as I replied, “Yes there is. After we got home from your Dad’s golf club on Mother’s Day, I told her a sexy story and she masturbated on my lap.”
Sue’s mouth was now drooping open as she stared at me in disbelief. There was quite a pause while she took it all in. She whispered, “Is that it?”
I was struggling to keep my voice even, “I’m afraid not.” I then described the event with the mirror in Mother’s bedroom and didn’t leave out anything, including my erection. I finished by saying, “That’s the up-to-date situation; more or less.”
She slowly got to her feet and took two steps away from me. She turned her head and looked back but said nothing. She took another two steps and turned again but she still didn’t speak. Then she spun around and walked back to stand in front of me.
With her feet slightly apart, she put her hands on her hips and bent at the waist so that her face was about eighteen inches from mine. Emphasising each word separately, she said with passion, “Are you completely fucking insane?”
I replied, “I don’t think so, why?”
She thrust her face even closer. “Because you fucking moron, it’s incest that’s why.”
I was indignant, “No it isn’t. Apart from squeezing her nipples, and I did that only because I was late for practice, I haven’t touched her.”
She sat down and put her forehead in one hand with the elbow on her knee. She chuckled quietly but without humour and turned to look at me. She asked quizzically, “How do you ever manage to hold down your job?” I said nothing.
She stood up. “Well thank you for pouring out your heart to me; that was most interesting.” Then she frowned. “Wait a minute, you said more or less. Surely there are no more skeletons in the cupboard?”
I said quietly, “Just one.”
She froze and looked at me sideways. “I have a feeling that I’m not going to like this. Go on then.”
My voice was a bit croaky when I gabbled, “Mother would like another female to go down on her and wondered if you’d be interested?”
Sue’s knees buckled and she sat down with a bump. “I know I’m going to wake up in a moment. I hate these sort of dreams, they always seem so real.” I waited while she digested my last bombshell.
She stood up and knocked on an imaginary door. “Good afternoon Mrs Patterson. Tony tells me you would like me to suck your clitoris and I wondered if now would be a convenient time. If not, I can always call back later.”
I said, “I think that’s a bit formal; she might like you to call her Emma. Well, are you interested?”
She looked at me silently for several seconds. “Before I answer that question, just let me get the facts straight in my head. You want me to get between the legs of possibly my future mother-in-law….” She pointed her finger at me. “I said ‘possibly’ and the chances of that happening have diminished considerably during the past few minutes…. and eat her pussy?”
I replied, “That’s about the size of it.”
She didn’t hesitate, “Yes I am; when can I start?”
The next evening after dinner, my mother and I were relaxing. Sunday was a day that Sue and I usually spent at our respective homes, but I knew it would not be the only surprise when I said casually, “I’ve invited Sue for tea this coming mature pics hot soccer moms
Sunday.”
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