Loading...“Alison, have you seen my light blue shirt? You know, the silky one that I wear for more formal occasions..?”
My mum barely dragged her eyes away from the news on the TV.
“I ironed it yesterday. It’s hanging in the wardrobe next to your best suit.”
“And my dark-blue tie..?”
“Where you hung it yourself after you wore it last time, inside the wardrobe door…”
Apparently the subject of Value Added Tax was far more compelling to Mum than any of Dad’s clothing dilemmas.
“I want to set them out for tomorrow… ”
“OK.”
Mum flicked the channel, but with the sound down to a minimum. She was even engrossed in the commercials.
I was sitting across the lounge, watching the familiar routine of my parents play itself out. Next, my father would ask a variation of
“So we eating anything good tonight?”
He did.
At this point, though, the routine seemed to veer off course slightly.
Mum stood up quietly, left the lounge, walked through the kitchen and out the back door into the garden where she stood with her arms folded. I could see this through the window from my position at the dining table, but dad couldn’t.
I put down the book I was reading and followed Mum outside.
I put my arm around her.
We didn’t say anything. We just stood there.
“It’s so… grrr… I wish…” Mum’s hands were held out like claws.
“Sometimes, just sometimes I want to…” She mimed throttling someone.
“Can I help?”
Mum was about six inches shorter than me, She turned and looked up at me and patted my chest.
“Nick, you’re not Superman. You can’t solve everything.”
I’m in Clark Kent mode – just without the specs…”
A smile.
“It’s my problem and I’ve got to solve it. You don’t need to worry your head about it.”
“Is it money? I thought we were fairly well off, Dad being a lecturer and all, but if you want me to get a job to help out between term times I can do that…”
“No. You know we don’t need the money. I mean, you know we let you use the money from your last job to buy that, um, classic car..”
“You mean piece of junk..”
“… piece of junk out on the front drive.” She actually laughed.
“You don’t know what classic is. Look at your car, you’ve got that mass-produced, shiny status symbol..”
“… which never breaks down…”
“which never breaks down. BUT which takes you half an hour to find in the parking lot… ”
“True…” She rested her head on my shoulder.
She sighed. “Do you know what I wanted to do after college?”
“If you’re like me you probably wanted to take a gap year and hike around some mountain ranges..”
“That’s what you want to do?”
“Sure. Haven’t you seen all those National Geographics in my cupboard?”
“I thought that was because you liked looking at a native lady’s breasts…”
“Well yeah, that too, but in the mountains you can see them up real close…”
Mum punched me gently.
“Me, I wanted to go round all the museums and art galleries of Europe and sit and waste hours in front of the masterpieces.”
I turned and stared at her, the surprise evident in my face.
“You didn’t know I was into art?”
“No. But now I do know, I think you’d be better on the other side of the canvas.”
“How do you mean?”
“As the model of course – ‘The Rokeby Venus’, modern-style. ‘Modigliani’s Mistress’…
“I’d need a longer neck..”
“Mum. I know I shouldn’t say this, ’cause you’re my mum, but when you walk down the street, men walk into lampposts – I’ve seen it with my own eyes…”
She laughed and rested her head into my arm.
“No, Nick, that’s long gone. But I don’t know, I get myself into this rut sometimes and I don’t seem to be able to get myself out…I really think I need to be shocked out of it. Any ideas?”
“Maybe every time I see you moping around I should bring out the taser…?”
“No, silly.” A weak smile. “I just mean that…oh, I dunno, never mind.”
We went back inside.
Mum stayed in the kitchen, the sounds of cupboard doors banging and various objects being slammed onto the table with greater force than usual.
I went through into the lounge where dad had apparently sorted out his wardrobe problems and was now ensconced in his armchair.
I glanced over at him. He suddenly seemed a lot older than usual – not just that he was so set in his ways, sitting now in his favourite armchair, his favourite classical music playing in the background, deep in a book by his favourite author, wearing his favourite slippers, but he looked old – balding, jowly, a paunch. It suddenly dawned on me that at nineteen, I was closer in age to my mum than my dad was. Was that the problem? That while I was now looking forward to life’s challenges, at the same age Mum had been knocked up by her charismatic married college teacher and had the weight of me slung round her neck for the rest of her beautiful life?
I suddenly felt so guilty – in a way I felt that I was the one responsible for my mum being so down.
Oh, this was heavy.
I had to think about this. I paced. I crept into my little nook of memories, of things we’d done together. I remembered though that she’d always had a bright smile when I was around. The anger had seemed to manifest itself afterwards, behind the parental bedroom door, with things occasionally boiling over so that Mum would later come into my bedroom softly and on tiptoe to check that I hadn’t woken up. She would sit on the side of the bed and I would sense she was watching me. After a while she would bend over and kiss me and I would inhale her beautiful scent and feel the drop of a tear as it spilled onto my cheek. At that moment I would feign waking up and Mum would hug me while surreptitiously wiping the tear away.
“Mum?”
“Shush. You were dreaming and called out. You must have had a bad dream. Go back to sleep now.”
With that, she had hugged me and her soft body pressed up against me before she laid me back into the bed and made sure I was tucked in tight. Another scented kiss and she was gone.
Alright then.
I found my backpack and went around throwing a few things into it before picking up my car keys and breezing jauntily into the kitchen.
” Stop what you’re doing, take off your apron, put whatever it is you’re cooking to the side, put down that knife – especially put down that knife – and come with me. No ifs, no buts. You said you want to be jolted out of your, what was it?”
“Misery?”
“Misery. Misery? That bad huh?”
“Well, not just at the moment…”
“Anyway I think I’ve got a solution”
“But…”
“Now what did I just tell you about those ‘buts’?”
I took her gently by the forearm and led her out and past dad.
“Dad, we’re just off out for a bit. I need Mum to help me choose some things for my digs at Uni to impress the girls, and she’s a girl, she’ll know what makes ’em swoon.”
We didn’t wait for dad’s mumbled response as I guided Mum out the front door to my car standing in the drive. As I released her arm she turned to look at me quizzically with the hint of a smile at the corners of her lips.
“If you’re kidnapping me you could have at least let me get changed first…”
I stood back and looked her up and down, one hand on my chin.
“Umm. No. I wouldn’t change a thing. You’re beautiful.”
She was. She stood with her hair slightly awry, in a loose fitting blouse, pleated skirt which swayed teasingly as she walked, pantyhose (I guessed) and two inch heels. Not exactly set up for a night on the town, but, then, we weren’t going for a night on the town…
“Wherever it is, why don’t we take our car?”
“Nope. You are about to enter another world, and for that you have to have the right equipment – and Molly, God bless her,” I fondly patted my ancient, two litre, leather bench-seated Vanguard. “is just the girl to see us through.”
We climbed in and Mum let out a sigh as she sank back into the leather upholstery of the front seat, caressing it.
“Wow, this is sooo comfortable…! I could lose myself in this! If I’d known your car was this comfy I’d have let you take me everywhere in it..”
“Well you’d have had to share the petrol costs then. She guzzles fuel like there’s no tomorrow.”
I slipped a disc into the player and soft music wafted out.
“Mmmm, you’re not one for the Heavy Metal then?”
“I felt the occasion requires something more laid back, more romantic…”
“Smooth. You’re a charmer. A smoothie.”
She was sitting half-turned to me, looking at my profile as I slipped Molly into gear and we set off down the road.
“What?”
“I was just thinking. I said you’re a charmer but looking at you now in profile, well…you are, you really are… ” She reached across with her arm and brushed my cheek. ” You’re handsome and you’re bright…some girl’s going to be so lucky…”
“Stop it!” I laughed. “You’re gonna make my ego burst and then I’ll die and you’ll be left to wipe it all up off the seats…”
I turned and looked across at her.
“If I’m all those things then it’s down to you. I’m a reflection of you.”
“Without the tits.”
My mouth burst wide open with a mixture of shock and hilarity. Had my mum just said ‘tits’..?
She was now sitting facing me, observing me, resting her head into the one hand with the top of her arm stretched across the back of the seat and one knee brought up onto it.
I looked again and then back at the road.
“Will you stop doing that?”
“What?”
“Watching me. I can’t concentrate on the road. You’re unnerving me.”
“Oh, so I can still have that effect on men then?”
“You know you could have any man you want, including me..”
Umm. I thought that one over momentarily and hoped Mum hadn’t picked up on it.
She scooted over to my side and put an arm through mine and rested her head on my shoulder, the scent of her hair making deep inroads into my concentration.
“OK, now you can’t see me. Keep your eyes on the road. Where are we going, anyway?”
“I can’t tell you that. I might have to blindfold you. In fact… I think I will.”
“What?!?”
I pulled the car over to the side of the road and reached over the seat to take out my backpack.
“What do you mean?”
“Do you trust me? I mean, really, really trust me?”
“You’re taking me to a drug den where I’ll overdose and be gangbanged?”
“No.”
What were these things my mum was coming out with?
“You’re going to pimp me out on a street corner?”
“Mum, No..!!”
“Good, ’cause I don’t think I’m really dressed for it…”
“Look, Mum, it’s not too far but I want it to be a surprise.”
“Then I trust you.”
“Fine. I’m going to blindfold you with this.”
I’d taken out a scented red silk scarf.
“That’s my scarf.”
“So you won’t object to wearing it then, will you? Just not in the way you usually do.” I added with a smile.
Mum gave a pseudo resigned puff of her cheeks and leant in towards me, closing her eyes. It was a strange moment. She was so close and I could admire her without her seeing. Her auburn hair falling over one eye, eyes with gorgeously long lashes, while at the other side her hair was pulled back behind her ear, a small encrusted ring dangling from the lobe. Her long and oh-so-smooth neck stretched down towards her chest which was now thrusting forward as she leaned over, the opening of her blouse exposing the creamy tops of her bosom and the frilly edge of her white bra.
I was sitting there, hypnotized by this view, when Mum said gently,
“I thought you were going to blindfold me?”
I glanced up and she had opened her eyes and was smiling.
“If you’re going to do it, do it…”, and she closed her eyes again, leant further forward and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back and then pulled away.
“Here we go. This time then… ” I folded the scarf over a few times and brought it round her eyes to the back of her head and made it secure.
“Mmm, I can’t see a thing. You still there?”
She lifted her arms with fingers outstretched, like a blind person, feeling her way. She felt around my face.
“Aha…”
One hand traced patterns around my eyes, down my nose, around my mouth, between my lips. I sucked on her fingers.
The other hand had inserted itself beneath my T-shirt and its fingers were toying with the hairs on my chest before the nails smoothly stroked across my nipples.
“Well there’s some hulk in front of me. Tasty…”
She pulled her hands away and held her wrists together.
“You want to tie me up as well?”, smiling.
At that point I do believe I would have loved that more than anything, to have her completely in my power and be able to explore…
“If you get really stroppy I’ll think about it but, no, I don’t want you hogtied. We might have to move quickly when we get to where we’re going…”
“Now I’m really intrigued…you mean I’ll have to dive out of the sinking ship and swim to shore..?”
“Not quite. Oh, but one other thing. We can’t have you sitting upright and blindfolded like that while I’m driving down the road. They’ll take me, lock me in a cell and throw away the key…”
“If they do, I promise I’ll come and visit. I’ll even bring the hacksaw.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“You kidding? I’d hide it in a sheath down my inside leg inside my stocking. They wouldn’t dare look there. Then I’d persuade the guard to let me in for a visit.”
“How would you do that?
“We women have our ways,” she winked, “… then we’d escape together and go on the lam…”
“Wouldn’t a horse be quicker?”
“What? Oh… haha, good one… So, you want me to duck down?”
“Yeah, that’d be..”
But she’d already turned her body away from the dashboard, ducking her head under my arms into my lap and lifting her legs so she was stretching the length of the seat. This action pressed her nose and mouth into my crotch area, while her skirt had fallen away from her thighs as she now drew up her legs towards her stomach. She was wearing white panties, tight white panties which stretched over the crease of her bum. Her finger prodded my belly.
“I’m ready..”
I was confused for a moment as to what she meant by that because my thoughts were probably on a different set of lines – hell, they’d jumped the rails and were off in all directions…
“So am I…”
We set off again. Mum couldn’t wear a seat belt of course, and so with one arm I held her in to me so she wouldn’t roll off the seat. I didn’t really have to hold her by the bum, but it seemed, well, the safest thing to do…
The ride was cozy, and the music calming, but every little jolt of the suspension seemed to dig Mum’s face deeper into my crotch – and my cock was beginning to enjoy this immensely.
We hadn’t spoken for about five minutes, and I think that was mostly because we were both paying absolute attention to what was happening downstairs. By now my cock was totally rigid and there was no way Mum couldn’t have known – in fact she even seemed to be using it as some kind of pillow to rest her head against… her free hand was in the gap between my shirt and my jeans belt, but when she lifted her head to ask whether we were almost there, she moved that hand onto my cock to push herself up. I pushed her head back down again but she left her hand in place.
And so we rode on, me occasionally adjusting myself slightly to get more comfortable (impossible..) and Mum’s hand never leaving the swelling in my jeans.
Five more minutes and we turned off onto a dirt road with a bump.
“Ok. You can sit up now, but don’t loosen the blindfold, we’re off the main road.”
Did she really need to lever herself up by my cock?
It was indeed bumpy because it was just a rutted dirt-road we were bouncing along. I really should have left Mum where she’d been lying… I wound down the window, scanning the horizon, and then spotted what I’d been searching for.
“I’m going to speed up a bit so it might get a bit bumpier, but here’s what we’re going to do. You won’t look?”
“I won’t look, promise.”
“Alright then, I’ll be stopping the car soon and I’m going to jump out to arrange something and then I’ll come back and guide you, OK?”
“Stop – Jump – Arrange – Back…OK”
“Right then, here goes…”
I swung hard on the steering wheel and a protesting Molly scrunched to a halt. Grabbing the backpack, I jumped out of the car, hauling a blanket out of the pack as I went and spreading it out on the bonnet. I looked round. Yes, there was just time…
Running back round to Mum’s side, I threw open the door, pulled her out and told her to climb up quickly onto the bonnet of the car with her head resting back against the windscreen.
In between all the “But…”, “But..”s, I heaved her up onto the bonnet and arranged her flat on her back with her head supported by the glass, then jumped up beside her.
Then I whipped off the blindfold.
“Now what’s all the…Nick!! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod…!!”
She went to put her hands up over her face but I pulled them away.
In front of us, low in the sky, were three headlights, and those headlights were coming down and towards us, getting rapidly larger and lower. They were accompanied by a low growl, the intensity of which started to rattle through our bodies, and still the thing approached us until the noise and sight were all-encompassing and completely blotted out the sky and what had been a low growl had now opened out into an ear-piercing screech. Then only a matter of feet above us it roared over our heads and we could see a distorted reflection of ourselves in the underbelly of the beast. Then it was gone, the screech returning to its low growl, leaving behind just the unmistakable whiff of aviation fuel. A few seconds later there was a roar, as the jetliner landed and the pilot or the stewardess put its engines into reverse thrust.
I didn’t watch this though. I’d experienced it so often. I watched Mum.
I observed her face with its mouth and eyes open so wide as it tried to make sense of what was happening to her. There was a mixture of fear, disbelief and incredulity all scrambling to be the prevailing emotion.
And when it was past she just lay there, breathing rapidly, her eyes still wide. Then,
“Just what the fuck was that…??”
“That? Oh, that was the eighteen-thirty British Airways flight from Kennedy. Dead on time for a change.”
She turned to me then and started to beat the living shit out of me, pummeling my chest with her fists, tears flooding her eyes.
“You, you..! You could have had us both killed! What the fuck do you mean by putting me through that..?!? Why did you do that? I trusted you… you made me trust you…!!”, sobbing.
“Mum, Mum…it’s all alright, it’s alright.” I grabbed hold of her wrists and held her in close.
“Mum, look around you…it’s alright, look.”
Still trying feebly to beat my chest, she did so.
Cars were dotted haphazardly around the field of allotments, people lounging on the bonnets or the roofs of their cars, biting into sandwiches, opening flasks of coffee. There were also youngsters who’d arrived on their bikes and who were now comparing notes – plane-spotters. A couple of them were grinning towards us and making jokes. I gave them a short wave of acknowledgement.
Mum looked right and left, then back at me.
“You’re still a bastard..”
“Well it’s you who had me out of wedlock…”
“Touche… so what did you want to get out of frightening the bejaysus out of me?”
I wiped the tears away from her cheeks.
“You said you were miserable, depressed, fed up…this is the place to let it all out.”
“How do you mean?”
“I’ll show you in” I glanced at my watch, “approximately four and a half minutes we’ll have the flight arriving from Tokyo. You don’t believe me? Ask the laddies over there.”
The ‘laddies’ were eagerly comparing their logbooks in anticipation.
“Look, there it is, you see those lights in the distance coming over from the right?”
“Uhuh …”
“Well just wait. And don’t move. It really is alright…”
I made a show of doing voice training and a few calisthenics until I saw it was time. Then I stood up on the bonnet, legs straddling mum’s body, arms raised to the heavens, and as the crescendo of the Etihad Airways Airbus A380 rose to a deafening roar, I let loose with,
“YOU LOAD OF FUCKING CUNTS YOU’RE NOT WORTH A DOLLOP OF FUCKING…!!”
I ranted for the thirty-odd seconds it took for the plane to be in complete control of the airwaves and then turned to Mum.
“There you are, you see, just get it all off your chest, all those things you’ve ever wanted to shout out but have been too afraid to admit to.”
“It’s a good idea. I’d like to, but…”
“What did I tell you about those ‘but’s?”
“Yes I know, but…”
“No buts..!”
“BUT I PISSED MY PANTS WHEN THAT FIRST PLANE CAME OVER…!”
“Oh.”
Mum removed her panties and hose in the back of the car and used the bottled water and tissues I’d brought along in the backpack to clean herself up. Then she got out and looked up at me sheepishly.
“Sorry about that…”
“Why sorry? How many times did you have to change me when I’d pissed myself?”
“Oh, countless…and once not so very long ago after that Halloween party you threw…”
She tilted her head and smiled at me.
“Yeah, well… Look, the blanket’s on the bonnet and I’ve left the engine running so it’s nice and warm up there. Let’s climb back up and you can dry out the back of your skirt while you’re lying down.”
We did just that, and the blanket was even large enough to hitch it up at the sides and cover ourselves with it.
“You’re still not forgiven, you know. When it’s my turn to give a rant you’re going to be top of the list, mister…”
I held her hand under the blanket.
She let me.
We linked fingers.
Four or five planes later, it was turning to dusk, and Mum’s skirt had dried out. She’d decided that now was the time for her premiere performance.
“Here I go. Listen to this…”
She threw the blanket back and stood facing the oncoming jet, straddling me in just the same way I’d done with her earlier. Her face to the heavens, she let loose.
What did she shout? I’ve no idea. Not because the screaming engine noise drowned out whatever it was she was shouting, but because when she’d stood up, her skirt, which had been crumpled, had dried stiffly. It didn’t drop down behind her as she got up, but rather, it remained lifted like a flap above her knickerless bum.
Mum was looking towards heaven. I was also looking towards heaven. The globes quivered above the muscles of her outstretched legs and every detail, every fold, every cute hair around her magnificent pussy was open to my astounded gaze. I held onto her legs and started to raise my arms towards it. They were just above the backs of her knees when she turned her face round, all flushed and happy, to look down at me.
“Er, well done…don’t fall… I’ve got you…”
She lifted one leg and placed it down beside the other and lowered herself back onto the blanket.
“That’ll show the old git. He can…”
She suddenly realized that the rough texture of the blanket was flush against her backside. She thrust an enquiring hand beneath her bum and realized her predicament.
She looked across at me.
“Well it’s almost dark…I didn’t…I couldn’t…”
She rolled over and pressed her face into my shoulder and spoke into it.
“Oh no, what have I just done..?”
“Actually what you just did was kinda yummy, haha … But what you’re doing now is showing your ass to that innocent plane spotting kid over there behind you.”
She whipped round. There was no one behind her.
“Just joking…”
I was thumped yet again.
“Never mind though.”
“Never mind?!?”
“Here you go..”
I delved yet again into my backpack and brought out a pair of dainty black satin panties, dangling them from my finger. Mum grabbed them from me.
“They’re mine!”
“Yeah, well I was holding them in reserve…”
She looked at me uncomprehendingly.
“You’re not the first casualty of a trip to the end of the runway, you know. You remember Josie?”
“That girl you went out with for a couple of months? The one from that lawyer’s office?”
“That’s the one. Well, she didn’t take the experience too well at all – much worse than you, in fact. I think her legal wig’s still attached to the tail fin of one of those planes… funny that – it was the last time I saw her… but the mess she left behind…tut.”
“So the bottled water and the tissues..?”
“Yup.”
“What else have you got in there?”
“Well I have got you another skirt..” I pulled it out and she ripped it away from me. “And, dadah! A nice bottle of Riesling and two plastic cups. It should be served cold, but…”
Mum grabbed hold of my face and kissed me full on the lips.
“You’re incorrigible and I love you.”
“Mum, I’ve got to say it. You’re wasted on dad and I love you too.”
“Let’s toast to… Hold on, there’s another plane on the approach…quick…”
I quickly poured us two cups of wine, gave one to Mum, and pulled her up onto her feet – making sure she was decent of course… And as the behemoth soared over our heads we raised our cups to the sky and shouted,
“TO …!!”
Laughing, we plonked ourselves down again, clinked our cups together and took a swig of the wine.
We lay quietly against the windscreen, taking occasional sips, my arm around Mum’s shoulder, her leg linking over mine. I put my cup down and encircled her waist with my other arm and pulled her in close. I nuzzled into her neck behind her ear.
“You feeling better?”
“Much. You?”
“I think I’m all black and blue.”
“Aw. Sorry about that. Let’s have a look…”
She lifted my shirt and pressed gently into my chest.
“Does that hurt..?”
“Terribly..”
She leant over and licked the area before planting a lingering kiss on it.
“Anywhere else..?”
“I think you’ll have to hunt around a bit. If I feel anything, I’ll mention it in passing…”
She shuffled further down and lifted my shirt over her head and began a thorough investigation of the top my chest with her mouth, then down to my nipples, taunting each one in turn with her tongue. In between them she grasped my chest hairs between her teeth and tugged gently at them…
“Ow, ow…”
Her head reappeared, her chin resting just above the belt of my jeans, Her hair covered most of her face but her eyes glinted behind the strands.
“This is far more serious than I first thought.” The nails of her fingers were sweeping across my stomach between my navel and jeans and it was sending delicious tremors through me, the epicenter of which seemed to be in my cock, which was threatening to burst up out of the top of my pants.
I reached down and heaved her up fully on top of me and we smothered each other in wet kisses. She poked her tongue into my ear and sent yet another tremble surging through me. Her legs fell open to either side of my hips and she ground her torso into my lower body. I reciprocated by lifting my hips to meet each thrust.
At the same time my hands busied themselves at her breasts, squeezing them through her blouse and bra. One hand managed to burrow its way through the narrow gap between the buttons and hook itself under the bra to grasp at her warm flesh. Into my ear she gasped,
“Did you bring me a spare blouse as well…?”
“Well, yeah…”
With both hands she reached up and ripped her blouse apart and the buttons went flying in all directions.
“There you are, lover…” And pulled her bra up over her gorgeous tits and pulled my face into her bosom.
We were dimly aware that darkness was creeping in, but it was not yet fully night and there were still a few people in the vicinity. And try as we might, with all our writhing the blanket could only cover so much of our activities.
“Stop.” I held a finger in front of her face. She licked it. And pressed down yet again.
“Stop.” She looked disappointed.
I slid out from underneath her, slid off the bonnet and stood up.
“Come here.”
As she slithered across towards me I pulled the blanket with her and enveloped her in it as her feet touched the ground. Her feet. Where were her shoes? With her eyes and smile on me, I pulled her along by the blanket’s edges to the rear door of the car, using one hand to wrench it open while keeping the blanket wrapped round her with the other. She didn’t for a moment release her eyes or smile from my face. I stepped in backwards and fell back along the seat, pulling her with me. The door slammed shut behind her and she threw the blanket off. She knelt there on the seat, looking down at me, her chestnut brown nipples taunting me. She brought her index finger up to her lips and licked it, then brought it across to my lips, down to my chin, over my chest, my navel, the top of my jeans, and traced down along the ridge of my cock before turning her hand and cupping my balls. Then, still kneeling, she shuffled up to the top of my legs, hers gripping mine, then higher, to my waist, then lifted her skirt up over her hips, the cute triangle of her pubic hair coming into view, and slowly sat back down onto my cock. She grinned at me and lifted herself up…and then down again…and then up…and then down again… then up, then down – faster…she closed her eyes and threw her head back and opened her mouth wide…”Yessss…” She was dry-humping me as fast as she could and leant forward holding on to my chest, her tits swinging wildly back and forth. I grabbed hold of her bum and pulled at it in conjunction with her rhythm. My mouth tried grabbing at one of her tits but I only succeeded in having it slap and slap and slap against my face. Then suddenly her knees were crushing against my waist even more, before they were released as a shiver went through my mum’s whole body. She collapsed on top of me.
“Aaaaah… Mmm” She licked my ear she kissed my cheek she pushed her tongue as far as it would go into my mouth…
“Aaaahhhh…”
She relaxed onto my body and lifted her face to mine, sweeping the hair away from her face, looking lovingly into my eyes…
“I used you…”
“I love you.”
She laughed, “You brought those clothes for me – did you bring any for yourself?”
“No. I didn’t think I’d need…”
“Well I think I just soaked your jeans… and this time I didn’t piss myself..” She grinned.
I strained to look down and, yes, over the mound of my tumescent rod there was a distinct damp patch.
“Never mind though. You’ve left the engine running, you can put them over the bonnet to dry.” She giggled.
She then sat back and tugged at my belt, keeping her eyes focussed on my face all the while. She released the buckle and opened the top button, still watching me. She shuffled further back down my legs and dipped the nails of both hands under my jeans to the top of my boxers. She ran her nails backwards and forwards above the waistband. I trembled. Her smile broadened.
Holding onto one side of my jeans, she took the zip in her other hand and slowly, still watching me, click, click, click, started to ease my zip down.
As the pressure on it was released, my cock urged its way upwards and out over the top of my shorts. Mum momentarily glanced down and then back to me. She raised an eyebrow.
Then the zip was undone completely and my jeans were spread wide open. Mum kept her eyes on me as she grasped both sides of the material and her head sank down. Then she wasn’t watching me anymore and was yanking my pants down over my hips and her tongue was licking the bell-end of my knob. When she got my pants down as far as my knees her hands returned to my boxers. She stretched the elastic at either side and pulled them down to join my pants.
For a moment she pulled her head back to admire my apparatus, and then greedily grabbed hold of it at the base and sank her mouth down onto it, down and down. I thought she must choke. The irreverent thought crossed my mind that I’d always admired good sword-swallowers.
And then her head was lifting and the glazed length of my rod was coming back into view, up and up. The swollen head suddenly appeared and mum’s tongue appeared with it as she licked and sucked around it, and she almost released it but not quite, and her head repeated its downward plunge. My hands grasped clumps of her hair as I lifted my body off the seat to meet her mouth.
“Mum, don’t make me come, don’t make me come…! I want to come inside you…! I want to come inside youuuuu…!!”
She totally ignored my pleas and I exploded upwards into her mouth. She was gulping it down, but since the seal of her mouth wasn’t quite hermetic, my cum managed to ooze out of the sides and down over her fingers. With her hand around my base and my cock still fully inside her mouth, she raised her eyes back towards me and grinned. As she did so, more of my cum spilled out of the sides of her mouth. She lifted it off my cock, her eyes never leaving my own, and licked around her lips, then scooted up my body and kissed me with her mouth wide open. We swirled my cum around in her mouth, I licked it across her teeth, she reciprocated.
“I wanted to come…”
“I know you did. And you will. In fact I think I can feel him knocking at the door right now…”
Such was my expectation and hope, that my cock didn’t seem to realize that after such a release it is supposed to take a little time to recover… It seemed to have a mind of its own and was telling me, ‘Get out of the way, I’ve got work to do…’
I rolled Mum over onto her back and she pulled her own knees up towards her shoulders. I looked down at her and she was lying there totally exposed to my gaze – her puffy pussy lips and the puckered entrance to her ass. I couldn’t resist bending down and licking my tongue the length of her labia and then darting it in between the folds. I extracted it and led it further down and circled the entrance to her ass hole. She let out a whimper.
Then I took my cock. It was as if the two of us, we were the two poles of a magnet, because, as a compass points to North, so my pole made no mistake in pointing directly at her cunt and it was immediately sucked deep inside into her hot sheath.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and transferred her legs onto my shoulders and I started to thrust. Still we didn’t take our eyes off one another’s faces, and as I thrust harder and quicker, so Mum’s smile grew wider until it was no longer a smile and her mouth was wide open and she was emitting strange guttural noises. I came to the accompaniment of her “Yes, yes, oh yes…!!”
Mum lowered her legs but we remained glued together, in no hurry to go anywhere, my body lying over her and her hands making caressing motions across my back.
After a few minutes of this, I whispered,
“Dad,” and Mum’s hands stopped their roving. “might wonder where we’ve got to…”
“I don’t think so.”
“Oh, why not?”
“Because he’s probably used the opportunity of us going off together to go round and see Emily…you know? Emily? Wifey numero uno..?”
I looked at her blankly.
“You don’t know. OK love, I’ll give it to you in a nutshell. Your father was married to Emily when he got me pregnant after one of those ‘see me after class’ things. All respect to him, he did divorce her and married me straight after you were born, but, let’s face it, I was always his ‘bit on the side’. We maintained a respectable façade for a few years – I mean, we were busy raising you. And you were always a handful…” She squeezed my cheek. “We didn’t have much time for other stuff. Then one day I came across Emily in the supermarket. We were both reaching down into the freezer section for the same steak. Apparently we both know how your dad likes his meat haha… anyway, we both recognized each other from pictures and stuff. They’d never had kids, and so maybe your dad had sent her a family snap or two. We started chatting and went and sat down together for a coffee. She’s really very nice and I could see what had attracted your dad to her. Then I simply realized – they’d been married for all the right reasons, they’d been in love – and I was just a mistake along the way – but he’d stood by me. He’s a good man. But those two, they were similar ages, they enjoyed the same things, they had the same sense of humour…”
I looked at her askance.
“Yes, cheeky, he does have a sense of humour – it just seems that I’m not the one destined to bring it out in him. So, bottom line, he goes over to see her now and again, and I turn a blind eye.
There you have it. I’ve got two people in the world and one of them really belongs to someone else, while the other…” Tears were starting to well up in her eyes. “The other…”
“The other is here by your side and is in love with you and always will be.”
We hugged… and we hugged…
“So, on a lighter note,” wiping her eyes and being relieved that she hadn’t had time to put on any makeup because it would only have smudged all over her cheeks, “on a lighter note, me and Josie, are we the only ones who’ve undergone the ‘experience’?”
“Mum, you know I can’t answer that..!”
She looked at me expectantly.
“OK, OK …Pammy introduced me to it..”
“Pammy, ah yes, Pammy…” Mum gave me her impression of two huge melons on a chest.
“Yeah, she did, didn’t she?”
A slap from Mum.
“It was fun. She had this thing she liked to do…”
“Oh? What thing’s that..?”
“Can’t tell you…”
Slap.
“Ow. I think we’re going to have to drive straight to Casualty after this.”
“What is ‘the thing’…?”
“OK, OK…”
I reached round and whispered it into her ear.
“Hahahaha…!That’s great! I think we could do that!”
“You do?”
“Yes I do, indeed I do…”
With that, she grabbed hold of me and began to fondle me in places I didn’t know an erogenous zone existed.
Later, lovers Nick and Alison came fiercely together in unison with such a load roar, at exactly the same time as the Quantas airliner from Sydney swept overhead, that I’m sure its passengers must have heard it over the noise of their jet’s engines, and I’m sure that more than a couple of them in first class were so unnerved that they were tempted to adopt the ‘brace’ position as it came in to land just a few hundred yards further down the runway.