Mum??? Mum!!!

I’m not really sure where to start with this story; so I guess I’ll tell you a little about myself. I’m Connie and I’m nearly 40
with a 21 year old son called Rudy. Rudy is now nearly 6 feet
tall; very athletic (soccer and athletics) and he has a
shaved head. I’m 5 ft 6, size 12, with very short curly reddish
hair. I have a round ‘feline’ face with lots and lots of freckles and a small pixyish nose. My boobs are 34b and the nipples are pink and very sensitive. My son and I have a very close bond; probably brought
on by the two of us having to struggle through a lot of troubles for the last 15 years; until his shithouse of a father finally left us.

I’m from a pretty wealthy middle-class family that disowned me when I
fell in love with a married man during my second year at University.
The affair was bad enough for my parents but their heads nearly
exploded when they found out that Buster was Jamaican and played bass
in a band. He was in and out of my life, usually only for money or sex for a couple of years. His long suffering wife eventually kicked him out when she found out that his girlfriend was pregnant.
I struggled to keep house and home together for years; as Buster was
always ‘on tour’. I eventually bought a flat on the outskirts of town when I joined the HR department of a local hospital and finally kicked Buster out of my life. I’m now the head of the department.

I first discovered boys when my boobs appeared at 15 and I’ve never
looked back. Obviously being a single parent has restricted my love life for the last few years; but Rudy never seemed to mind when my friend Megan, baby sat him if I had a date and later ‘turned a blind eye’ when boyfriends began staying over a few years ago. This, sadly, has not been on a regular basis; but a woman has needs which can’t always be satisfied with her fingers or ‘old faithful’ (a 7 inch vibrater).

When Rudy was 14; I began to notice that my ‘special’ magazines in the bedside cabinet weren’t always in the same order that I’d left them in; and I’m meticulous about such things. Plus his socks and underpants would have mysterious damp white stains on them when I took them out of the laundry basket in the bathroom.

At first I was shocked that Rudy had found them and would think that I was a bad mother; but the more I thought about it the more it amused me to think that we were both now masturbating to the same magazines. I soon began buying a new magazine every week; which really cheered up my local Asian newsagent who began flirting with me
when I visited his shop on my way home from work on a Friday evening.

Dev was in his late forties and attractive in a smarmy kind of manner. He thought he was ‘Gods gift to women’ and always ‘tried too hard’ in the way he dressed. His shirts would be a little bit too tight and bright and always unbuttoned to show off his gold chains, plus his hair was a bit too long and luscious for a man his age. After a couple of months, Dev began suggesting new titles for me to look at and one night, when I was alone in the shop he suggested that he had some ‘exceptional magazines’ in the back shop that he kept for ‘regular customers’ and did I want to see them. Intrigued I blushed and nodded. He shouted out something in his native language and ushered me through a bead curtain into a dark and cluttered office.

As I adjusted to the darkness a short chubby woman in an ethnic dress passed us. I recognised her and guessed that she was his wife or sister as she often worked in the shop and sneered when I bought a magazine. Satisfied that we were alone, Dev opened a cupboard that was full of magazines and DVD’s. He searched for a short while then passed me a German magazine.

“Open it…. check it out…tell me what you think.” Dev gabbled as he found another. I flicked through the pages to find it a lot more hardcore than I was used to. There were actual picture of erect cocks and women with their legs wide open. I couldn’t take my eyes off the pictures as I found a picture story with two men and one woman in some amazing positions.

“Do you like them?” Dev asked; a huge grin lighting up his face; “Do you like to see what they are doing?”

I really didn’t know what to say; so slightly nodded and opened the
second magazine. It was the same; but this time one of the men was
black and hung like a donkey; not unlike Buster.

“Do you want them?” He asked; his voice dropping an octave or two and
his eyes twinkling.

“I don’t know.” I pouted as I put the magazine down, “how much are
they?”

“Never mind the cost.” He leered; slightly licking his lips, “I’m sure we can come to some arrangement.”

He then stepped forward and stroked my boob. I flinched but didn’t move. Dev then opened my jacket and cradled the boob in his hand as if he was weighing it; then squeezed. He went to kiss me; but I moved my head. He shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips; then slid his other hand up my skirt.

I still didn’t move.

“Mmmm Mmmm. Stockings?” He purred as his hand found my suspenders. I
nodded. My breathing was becoming shorter and heavier as he unbuttoned my blouse and pushed my bra up over my tits. I gasped and bit my lip when his rough palm touched my nipples. Unable to stop myself or the Asian shopkeeper I rested on the edge of his desk with my bum and hands; leaving him to do what he wanted. He dipped his head forward and nuzzled a nipple…making me shiver. His hand that was up my skirt was now stroking my crotch through my knickers and sending tremors through my lower body. He soon pulled the gusset to one side and began fingering me.

First one long finger then when I was wet enough a second; twisting it deep inside my hole. I threw my head backwards as his rough palm began rubbing my clit and my nipples felt like they were wired to the electric mains. As he fingered me so hard I was standing on my tip toes I couldn’t take my eyes off the beaded curtain no more than six feet away from me and the occasional flash of movement as the beaded strands fluttered open.

“Uggh aggh; Ooohhh.” I panted as I felt my orgasm building up in my
toes. Dev gurgled and chuckled as he fingered my pussy faster and
faster.

“Oh my God!” I gasped when I finally came; knocking some papers off the desk at the same time.

The woman in the shop shouted something when she heard the commotion;
but Dev shouted something louder and angrier in reply.

“My turn now.” He demanded; as he pulled his fingers out and began
unbuckling his tacky silver belt. “No….I’m sorry….I have to go.” I spluttered as I tucked my boobs back into the bra.

“You’re not going to leave me like this; are you?” He sneered as he
pulled his grey underpants down revealing a long thin and very stiff
brown hooded cock.

“What do you mean?” I nervously asked.

“Suck me.” He coldly replied, “Get on your knees.” I immediately looked at the bead curtain again and could see movement on the other side.

“No…I’m sorry….I really must go.” I nodded towards the shop.

“Don’t worry about her.” He sniggered, “Just get on with it.”

I grabbed my bag and tried to push past the disappointed Asian shopkeeper.

“I don’t think so; you English slag.” He grunted as he grabbed my arm and twisted it. “Get down and suck me off.”

His grip was firm and the way he twisted it made my knees buckle and I was soon kneeling in front of him.

In a flash he unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers and underpants down to his knees.

“Get on with it, slag.” He panted as his long brown cock twitched in front of my face.

I love dominant men and my heart was now pounding as his cockhead appeared from the tight foreskin. “I haven’t got all fucking night.” He grunted as he pushed it towards my mouth.

I immediately opened my lips and the thrust forward nearly blocking my airways.

“Oh shit!” He panted as my tongue swirled around the fat knob. Dev grabbed my hair with one hand and my hair with the other and began furiously fucking my face as I squeezed his hairy balls. I hadn’t sucked a cock for nearly six months and was in my element as the shopkeeper grunted and groaned as his cock filled my mouth.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck; you dirty slag.” He panted as his hips swivelled and I tried to deep throat his six inches.

“Yes…yes…YESSSS!” He began panting and became tense. I knew what to expect and began sucking and wanking his brown dick as fast as possible, until he let out a big sigh and stream of Indian spunk filled my mouth. His body immediately became limp but his cock stayed in my mouth as I drained it of fluid.

There wasn’t a lot but what there was hot and sticky with a slightly bitter after taste. Satisfied, Dev pulled his cock out and swiftly pulled his pants up.

“Here; you can have these.” He whispered as he slid three magazines into a brown paper bag then held them out to me.

I nodded my thanks and smiled a thin embarrassed smile as I fastened my blouse then scurried out of the office and through the crowded shop. The walk home was uncomfortable as my boobs weren’t packed into my bra correctly and my panties were still twisted from when he’d fingered me, but the taste of his spunk more than compensated.

I battled with my conscience over the next few months; but continued visiting the shop to buy magazines. Thankfully it would be quite busy on the majority of my visits but occasionally Dev would be alone and I would find myself in his small office; knickers around my ankles with him fingering me as I sucked him off him in exchange for a couple of porno mags. No matter how much he tried and how much I was tempted I never let him fuck me – I do have some standards!

As the weeks and months went by and the magazines got naughtier and naughtier Rudy got braver and more brazen; with some of the magazines being returned with pages stuck together and then my underwear in the laundry basket would have extra stains on them when I came to wash them. I too was masturbating three or four times a week at this time but I worked out that my teenage son was knocking them out two or three times a day!

I was having a barren patch in my sex life and soon began craving the smell of my soiled underwear after he had filled them with his spunk. I knew then as I know now; that this was wrong in so many
ways but the slut of my youth won out and some nights I would wait
feverishly for him to visit the bathroom after a wanking session then
rush along myself so I could retrieve the cum soaked garment and
frantically fuck myself with ‘old faithful’ as I rubbed the damp panties over my face. I’m not proud of what I was doing; but no one was getting hurt – right?

I was now living a type of ‘double-life’. In my role at work I was expected to dress quite conservatively but began buying and wearing very naughty and sexy thongs, g-strings and bras to wear under my dresses or skirts then deliberately leaving them for Rudy to find later in the day to fuel his own fantasies. We never ever mentioned what we were doing and carried on with the rest of lives as a normal mother and son.

I eventually got a boyfriend (who was married and younger than me) so my masturbation became less habitual for the duration. Rudy was cool with Adrian visiting and fucking my brains out once or twice a week with his 8 inch monster cock. I can only guess he was happy for Ade to visit as
a) I began wearing stockings, suspenders and occasionally a bustierre
or Basque that my lover bought for me; and which would always
mysteriously disappear from the laundry basket – sometimes for days on end; eventually being returned caked in teenage spunk.
b) Fucking with Ade and his 8 inches made me scream and curse like only Rudy’s Dad Buster had ever managed previously. I can only presume that my son lay on his bed; cock in hand as I took a severe fucking in the next room. Ade loved anal and having that thing shoved up my arse made me scream so loud even the neighbours must have heard me.

Our affair lasted about 3 months until his wife became suspicious and we had to finish; well I say finish….we still occasionally meet for lunch and he makes me suck him off in his silver BMW at the back of the Hospital Car Park.

One Friday night soon after it was over; Rudy asked if I was ‘going out’ and I replied by sighing, “Not tonight sweetie, it’s just me, you, the TV, a bottle of wine and a visit from old faithful.”

There was an instant silence as the last two words left my lips.

“Mum!!!!” Rudy grinned and gave me an extra-saucy wink; letting me know that he knew exactly what I meant. This was the first time that we’d even hinted at knowing what we were each getting up to.

Sure enough we went through the same charade for the next 2 or 3 months; me buying sexy magazines from Dev Allahan and leaving my sexy underwear for Rudy to find and wank into; then I would retrieve the garment and sniff his spunk if it was dry but if I was really lucky and quick his goo was occasionally still wet and I would…..lick it off. Is that too nasty?

By the time Rudy was 16 he had a couple of really close friends who would visit each others homes after school to play on their PS2’s. My flat soon became their regular hang out because I’d let them smoke dope and have an occasional beer. I’m sorry if that offends anyone; but I like to think of myself as a modern liberal mother.

I couldn’t help myself some nights; wearing fairly short skirts or dresses and my tops were normally quite low cut with a Wonderbra,
lifting, separating and emphasising my still quite perky boobs. I loved the attention that I drew from Spike, Sash and Mikey as I served them beer and crisps making sure that they all got a good look at my cleavage or up my skirt; especially as I had begun wearing stockings and suspenders or hold ups most days. The boys would always sit in silence whenever I was in the bedroom, apart from Rudy who would hiss;

“Mum!!!” as he would get a bit uncomfortable by my attire and behaviour in front of his best friends then I’d hear boyish giggling as soon as I left. Once or twice in late Summer I deliberately went braless under a thin cotton dress or vest, when the boys were around. Their eyes followed me around the flat like tracer bullets. Their youthful attention really made me feel quite good about myself.

On one of these nights I’d really gone overboard with my teasing –
braless under a white cotton vest and a short pleated skirt with a tiny white g-string underneath. Spike and Mikey went home at about 9 but Sash was staying over. At about 10 o’clock I went to the bathroom and had to walk past my sons’ bedroom. As usual the music was blaring
out but the door was slightly ajar; possibly 4 inches or so. My
nosiness got the better of me and I peaked in. Both boys were sitting
on the bed reading dirty magazines and obviously wanking. I was shocked that they would do this in front of each other; but couldn’t take my eyes off them.

Sash is tall, ginger and very skinny but he had a nice long uncut cock which he was slowly stroking revealing a bright blue knob on the
downward strokes as he sniffed a pair of my panties. At first Rudy had his back to the door; making it difficult for me to see what he had hold of. Whatever it was he was giving it a good fast hammering. My heart was pounding and my nipples were as hard as diamonds….you can only guess how wet my tiny panties were as Rudy flopped onto his back and furiously tugged at his huge black cock which was wrapped inside a pair of my red silk French knickers. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Even though we both wandered around the flat in our underwear I had absolutely no idea how big his cock was. It looked like a big fat tulip…..with a long thin stem tapering into a big fat pink knob. As he lay there tugging away; I couldn’t help thinking that he’d inherited his Dad’s only redeeming feature – a big cock; at least 7 or 8 gorgeous inches long.

My need to pee was suddenly overtaken by my own need to play with
myself. I was as quiet as possible but couldn’t stop pulling my
panties to one side and flicking my clit. I knew it wouldn’t take
me very long but I came quicker than usual at the site of Rudy shoving my panties onto his face and spurt after spurt of white spunk landed on his light brown tummy (he’s mixed-race after all). He then lay still with a cheeky smile on his face as even more spunk oozed out. Sash just looked on slack jawed; until he too lifted my black thong that I’d worn for work the previous day from the bed and covered his blue knob with them as he too orgasmed….only into the panties. I staggered along the corridor to the bathroom holding my skirt up with one hand as the other frigged my clit like it was going out of fashion for a second time. I only just made it onto the bowl and made myself cum as the piss gushed out covering my fingers as they flicked across my clit.

As soon as I finished the first one I had to finger my cunt again and
flick my clit as images of the boys wanking filled my head. When I’d
finished and cleaned myself up the boys were already in the kitchen
making supper.

“Mum? Are you okay?” Rudy asked as Sash openly stared at my tits and
nipples that were ready to explode.

“Yes I am. Why?” I asked as I switched the kettle on with my back to
them.

“You look a bit……flushed; that’s all.” He asked with hardly any
concern in his voice.

I turned and pulled a face that was meant to imply ‘don’t push your luck Sonny Boy’. He got the message.

I couldn’t get the images of Rudy’s cock out of my head in the next few days; frantically fingering myself at every opportunity – even in the loos at work a couple of times!

The following Wednesday Rudy commandeered the TV to watch a football match in his white replica shirt and navy football shorts. Bored; I decided to take a nice long bath. As I undressed I ran my fingers through my pubic bush. It was a bit hairier than I normally like so I found my electric razor to trim it down. “Shit!” The batteries ran out after about a minute and less than half trimmed. It looked terrible…..there was only one thing for it…..a full wet shave! I slid into the hot foams; washed my hair and gave myself a good soaping then took out the Gillette G11 that I use for my legs. I hadn’t done this for a lot of years so my hand was shaking a little as it slithered through the short hairs surrounding my pussy. I even positioned the bathroom mirror so I could get at the hairs further back surrounding my bum hole. Eventually satisfied I rinsed everything off and powdered and dried myself.

Only wearing my ¾ length dressing gown I went back into the living room with a big glass of wine. Rudy was engrossed in the match when I joined him on the sofa. I picked up a magazine then curled my legs underneath me making myself comfortable. When I’d finished reading Rudy was still glued to the TV as his team were winning. I was bored and mischievous; so uncurled my legs and rested them on his lap then
wiggled my toes under his nose.

“Mum!!!!” He grumbled when he realised what I wanted, “I’m watching
this!”

“You’re a big boy now and can do two things at once,” I giggled as I
touched his nose with my big toe, “come on sweetie….make Mummy
happy!”

He knew that it would be futile to ignore me when I was in this mood and soon relented. From a very young age I’d taught my beloved son how to do a foot massage and he was now a master with his fingers.

Rudy did his customary job on my right foot as I slid slightly down the sofa and read another magazine and slurped my wine. It wasn’t until he dropped my right foot and began rubbing my left that I realised something was different.

In my new relaxed position my robe was hanging open at my thighs and had slightly slid up my legs……giving him a glimpse of my freshly shaved pussy.

“Mmmm….that’s lovely.” I sighed and giggled as I dropped my magazine onto the carpet, “you have wonderful fingers!”

Rudy was silent and began intently staring at the TV screen.

“Hey!” I playfully screeched as my foot touched a lump in his shorts,
“what’s this?”

“Mum!!!!!!” Rudy yelled as he tried to push my foot away; but I
persisted by pressing the sole against his stiff dick.

“Mum!!!!! Stop it!!!!”

I giggled like a naughty schoolgirl as I continued teasing him with my foot; making his cock get even stiffer.

“You little bugger!” I chuckled; “have you been looking at my naughty
bits???” “Mum!” He protested, “No….I haven’t! Honest!”

The twinkle in his eye and the stiff cock between my feet told another story; though.

“Yes you have” I continued rubbing his hard dick with my feet as my robe fell wide open and I made no attempt to hide my nakedness; “If
not…what’s this then?”

“Mum!!!!” He protested again; but now made no effort to stop me as I tried to get my toes under the elastic band of his shorts.

“Come on Sweetie,” I urged as my toes began pulling his shorts down;
“show mummy your pee-pee.”

“Mum! Stop it!” He wriggled and laughed as his shorts stuck on his dick.

“Please” I giggled as I sat up and began puling at the shorts with my
hands. Rudy was completely confused now as my robe was wide open and
his eyes were all over me staring at my boobs and wide open bald pussy.

“You’ve seen mine; so it’s only fair you show me yours!”

The football on the TV was now forgotten as I finally released his cock from the football shorts.

“Mmmm.” I purred as I stroked the shaft with my red manicured nails,
“somebody takes after their father.”

“Mum!” he groaned; “Too much detail!”

I used my forefinger and thumb to pull back his foreskin and spotted a pearl of pre-cum oozing out of his pink knob. I scooped it off on my nail and sensually licked it off.

“Mum!!!!!” My son gasped as I bent forward and began sucking his
bulbous knob. It was delicious but far too big for me to actually
swallow it all.

“Mum! Oh shit…..Mum????” Rudy kept sighing as I licked and
sucked his long cock as if my life depended on it. I hoped he’d had at least one wank since coming home from school because I wanted this to last as long as possible; but after a minute or so he began twitching and his balls expanded in my hands so I knew he was about to cum. I began sucking as hard as possible on his pink plum and furiously rubbing his long thin shaft.

“Ooh…ooh…..yeesssss!” Rudy sighed as he exploded in my mouth like a fizzy pop bottle. I tried to force myself to keep it all inside my mouth but it kept cumming and I couldn’t swallow it all; so some leaked out of the corner of my lips and down my chin.

When I was content that there was no more left to come out I released his still stiff cock from my grasp and lay back on the sofa legs wide apart and tits on full show with a self-satisfied grin on my spunk covered lips.

Rudy just sat staring into the middle distance until I slid my fingers over my bald puss and parted my long curly labia; exposing my very sticky pink hole for my teenage sons pleasure.

“It’s your turn now.” I told him; “Lick me!”

“Mum?” He queried the request.

“Come on baby; make me cum with that lovely tongue of yours.” I panted as I tugged at my nipples and tickled my pussy.

“Are you sure?” He asked with a look of lust in his eyes.

“Oh definitely!” I replied, “I know you know what to do….you’ve seen it enough in my magazines!”

He grinned and sank onto the carpet between my feet. Rudy then took a deep breath before he sank his beautiful face onto my wet quim. He was a quick learner and soon had me trembling as his tongue flashed all over my freshly shaved skin and deep inside my gash. He soon got carried away and with my thighs resting on his shoulders pushed me back onto my own shoulders with my arse now off the sofa as he devoured my pussy with his mouth. I hadn’t been in this position for more than a few seconds when his hands slid over my tummy and began playing with my tits and nipples…..sending me right over the edge.

“AaaaaaAAAGGGGHHHHHH!” I squealed as a powerful orgasm began in my toes and eventually nearly blew my head off. Rudy didn‘t stop but kept
chewing away at my clit and cunt for another five minutes or so giving me another two sweaty orgasms until I really couldn’t take any more.

After I’d pushed him away he lay on the carpet feverishly wanking.

“Don’t waste that!” I panted; meaning for him to cum on me.

He misunderstood and stood up. His cock looked enormous as it wobbled from side to side as he approached the sofa. My 16 year old sons’ face was contorted with desire as he lay beside me and pulled my legs apart until one was curled over his arm.

I desperately wanted to stop him…..no; that’s a lie…..I desperately WANTED him! So did nothing to stop him as he manually guided his fat cockhead until it was pressing against my sopping cunt. Without looking into my eyes for confirmation he lunged forward and his long cock filled my sweaty cunt with ease. I hadn’t had sex like this for months as Rudy fucked me with such power as he fucked the sofa began to shake. I wrapped my free leg around his hip and he had my other pressed so far back my knee was nearly touching my face. His fat knob was pounding my cunt so hard and deep I swear he was making my belly stretch as I sank my teeth into his shoulder to stop myself from crying out in agony and delight. It was such an intense experience that all of my senses were heightened and I could hear every slurp and squeak as his cock slid up and down my cunt and my mouth was so full of saliva I could still taste his salty seed from when he’d filled my it earlier.

Neither of us said a word; just grunting and growling like a dog and its’ bitch until he eventually gripped the sofa with both hands and began fucking me so hard I nearly passed out as he came inside my cunt exactly the same way he had earlier!

His whole body stiffened as his seed poured out; filling my crack…then he let out an almighty sigh and flopped on top of me …exhausted. His limp body remained there for a few seconds until he rolled off me and I was so wet and full of his cream that when his cock slipped out it made a ‘plopping’ sound.

My heart was pounding and my hands trembling as panted;

“I need another bath now!” I joked as I dabbed my robe against my
dripping pussy, “and young man…..you need a girlfriend!”

Twenty minutes later after a refreshing shower and putting on a fresh
pair of knickers, I strolled back into the kitchen to find Rudy only wearing his shorts and making a sandwich.

“Honey,” I whispered as I held him my arms around him from behind; “that was fantastic; but we really; really shouldn’t do it again….should we?”

Chewing a mouthful of bread; my teenage son turned to face me. “I guess not.” He mumbled, as he slid a hand inside my robe and stroked a nipple with his thumb. “But you’ll still suck me off won’t you?”

My robe was now dangling open and Rudy was gently stroking my tits as he casually munched his sandwich. I was still so turned on my knees were buckling and I was slightly hopping from foot to foot; but knew I couldn’t or shouldn’t say ‘yes’.

“Of course I will!” I said with a silly laugh, “And you can still toss off into my panties!” We both chuckled then burst out laughing.

Nothing naughty really happened until the following Thursday when I
arrived home to find Rudy and a teenage girl called Chelsea studying in the living room.

She was very pretty; a bit like Hannah Montana – all teeth and tits in a micro mini-skirt.

After we’d ate tea Rudy suggested that if they wanted to continue
working on their project they should go to his room as I would want to watch my soap operas. About an hour later Rudy’s music was so loud I couldn’t hear the TV. I called out a couple of times but he didn’t
reply so I marched down the corridor to his room. The door was
slightly ajar and I could see the two of them on his bed. Chelsea was
on her back; bent double with her ankles next to her ears. Rudy had
hold of her thighs and had his face buried in her furry pie. Chelsea’s eyes were shut tight and her head was rolling from side to side. She looked in Heaven!

My immediate reaction was to be a tad jealous and scream, “STOP!”, but I just laughed to myself as I recalled telling him that ‘he needed a girlfriend’. I decided that it was best to leave the music as it was and visited the bathroom instead of causing a scene. On my return I looked in again. Chelsea was now on her hands and knees with her face buried in a pillow and Rudy was behind her ramming his long cock deep into her teenage pussy. I don’t think I made a noise but Rudy looked over to the doorway, winked and gave me a little wave.

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