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A man goes to a strip club with some friends and sees a familiar face dancing up on stage. He can’t place her at first…but once he realizes who she is he has to go back

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My New Mother-in-Law

My New Mother-in-Law
I had just remarried after a hasty elopement. I had yet to meet the new mother-in-law. I had heard she was absolutely furious with me for not going through the motions of a proper wedding. I had done it all before and my new wife, Esther, wasn’t keen on an elaborate one either.
The first meeting was therefore following our holiday after the registry office wedding. Esther’s parents were due to come to our new home in London at the weekend, so we decided to go the whole hog and treat them to a serious dinner.
Edith and Jason arrived promptly by car from their country home in Berkshire about 30 miles outside London. They were a little stiff with me and greeted Esther profusely with hugs and kisses. I had taken their coats. Edith wore a cotton dress with much jewellery about her. However what struck me was her body shape. She was like a diamond with the widest point at her hips. I was stunned by that shape. Her breasts were fairly full too as a nice cleavage gave the evidence. She noticed my eyes taking in her shape too as she quickly took me in but then deflected her gaze back to Esther.
I immediately recognized she would enter my head as a sexual being whom I could well be very preoccupied with. This did not augur well for my relationship with Esther which was very sexual but in a rather conventional manner. I had decided to push my kinks into the background in favour of a wonderful emotional relationship with her.
They both thawed as the evening progressed partly through the wine and conversation but also because they saw that I wasn’t just a bloke, but could cook very well and was dearly loved by Esther.
Edith did notice my occasional quick gazes at her cleavage. Did I notice her leaning forward sometimes to emphasise a point, giving me a gorgeous fill of her profuse tits? As the evening progressed I had numerous opportunities to view each of them in various leanings. Esther and Jason were delightfully unaware of my sexual scrutiny of those tits. Why did I refer to them as tits I wondered? Perhaps it was because she was raising the old Ian in me for really dirty sex again.
After dinner I followed her into the living room and scanned her backside. It was truly wide – hence the dark cotton dress to hide her sheer volume. However it brought out the horny in me. I just imagined going in there with a vengeance. My stiffy was pressing against my pants like the old times. With Esther I sat opposite Edith and Jason, wondering how she got such an archaic name like Edith but was fascinated by the site of her solidly wide thighs beneath that dress and with what appeared to be stockings rather than tights. Glorious. More dirty thoughts.
Esther held the stage with stories about our holiday. Edith must have seen my hasty glances. She crossed her legs. Yes definitely stockings.
Here was a woman in her late 50s giving me, I’m sure, the come on. But was I sure? I know she didn’t like swearing and I had sworn over dinner to her obvious distaste. Esther had warned me too. She was also politically very conservative and reactionary in her views so there were some topics I had just to avoid. She was in no way a modern woman. She had not worked since her twenties, preferring the lifestyle of the home bird. Yet she didn’t admonish me for my furtive views of her body.
She wasn’t too many men’s tastes either. That body shape was not a real come on to most men I was sure and she may have felt ‘over the hill’ as well. She didn’t hesitate to be critical too, suggesting at one point that perhaps I should go easy on the wine. Fortunately Esther intervened with a diplomatic reply that diverted attention from the critique. I could have launched into a withering response to that remark but for some reason held back. I didn’t want to alienate her for my own good filthy reasons. I would have to have her but had no idea just how I would go about it.
The other feature of the evening was how well Esther got on with her father. She hadn’t seen him for weeks and they were delighted to be in each other’s company again. An only child, she was daddy’s dearest. I was also surprised by how physically warm they were with each other. The contrast was obvious compared to how he was with Edith. I suddenly realised why they hadn’t noticed my furtive glances at Edith. They were too ensconced with each other. I decided to clock the thoughts I had and wait.
The evening finished with relationships improved and anger at me gone in the shared revelry of the evening. They were both pleased their daughter hadn’t been stolen from them and Edith was less hostile to me at least.
Esther congratulated me on the success of the evening. We celebrated by a very emotional fuck in our usual missionary position. I did note that as I was cuming I thought of my new sex object, Edith. I usually fingered Esther to her cum to coincide with mine by attending to her clit, which was very responsive. Rarely did we engage in oral sex either way. She didn’t really want to be that tactile with me.
A few days later at work the operator put a call through to me that took me by complete surprise. It was Edith.
“Ian we need to talk. When can you come to see me? Jason is away for a few days. It would be best here I think.”
I rapidly realised that this was not something I could share with Esther. This was confirmed by her suggesting I find time when I could otherwise be at work. I asked her if she could give me a headline as to what she wanted to talk to me about. No was her response. I told her I could be there tomorrow about 12 noon.
That evening Esther gave no sign that she was in on the phone call and I said nothing. In bed I wondered what it could be. My obvious fantasy I had to put aside in case it was not going to be the case. I also imagined she was still angry with me and was going to give me a dressing down.
Leaving the office about 1030 I drove out to Berkshire and the village they lived in. It was my first time there, a fact that I would have to deny in future. The house was detached in its own grounds, well established and at least one hundred years old. I parked and rang the bell.
Edith came to the door and very warmly welcomed me in and gave me a peck on the cheek. She was dressed in exactly the same outfit as the other evening, except one more button was undone at the front giving a bit more cleavage.
Coffee was ready as we sat in her lounge, me in an armchair and her on a lush sofa opposite. We exchanged polite pleasantries as if I was a visiting sales rep. I decided to cut the crap and asked what this was all about? What did she want to talk about?
“Ian, I noticed you looking at me the other night. It disturbed me. I am not used to being looked at like that.”
“How did it disturb you Edith?” I wanted to make her sweat this out.
“I felt you were being critical of how I looked Ian.”
“What do you mean by critical Edith?”
“Somehow my body offended you.”
“How could your body possibly offend me?”
“I don’t feel attractive and I felt you somehow didn’t like the way I look.”
“How do you feel about your body Edith?”
“I don’t feel attractive Ian.”
“And?”
“I am fat and have curves in all the wrong places.”
“Would you like to be attractive to men?”
“It’s probably too late but yes I would.”
“And Jason?”
“Don’t go there Ian.”
“Would you like me to be attracted to you Edith?” She hesitated before replying.
“I can’t say.”
“I’ll be more specific. Would you like me to be sexually attracted to you Edith?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Supposing that’s the reason why I was looking at you the other night?”
“Oh Ian I tried to think that might have been the reason but didn’t dare think it.”
“But you did dare to think it Edith. That’s why you phoned me isn’t it? I noticed her smiling and blushing beautifully.
“Did you dare to let yourself get excited about that idea Edith?”
“Yes Ian I did.”
“Have you been masturbating about it too?”
“Oh Ian I am not used to someone being so bold and coming out with such an idea.”
“Well?”
“Yes Ian I did.”
“Good.”
“What do you want Edith?”
“I want to know how you find me sexually attractive Ian.”
“Come here Edith.” She stood up and came toward me. She stood in front of me about three feet from my chair. Her arms dropped uncertainly by her sides. I tossed a cushion on the floor between my knees and invited her to kneel on it in front of me. She took the invitation and did just that ensuring that the hem of her dress didn’t get tucked under her knees. Her face was slightly below mine and very close. I felt like mauling her breasts. I placed my hands firmly across her breasts and held them, squeezing them to let her know I wanted them.
“You enjoyed showing your tits to me the other night with that dirty cleavage didn’t you?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Lift em out.” She undid the remaining buttons and exposed her bra’d tits to me as she pulled the upper part of her dress back. She waited for me. I waited. She then took the hint and lifted them from her bra, exposing her full tits to my gaze. I took hold of her hardened nipples between my fingers and tightened my hold till she visibly winced at the pressure I put on them. But no complaint emanated from her.
Using one hand I tilted her head back. She was unsure of me. Her mouth was open. I put my lips and tongue to hers and pushed into her mouth. She squirmed in delight as she responded with her tongue. This more than anything must have convinced her I was serious in my pursuit of her body. I continued squeezing her nipples as I held her head below me in a tight embrace, sharing our oral drool with each other.
I stopped and leaned back leaving her looking dishevelled but luscious in her releasing sexuality. She was hungry and wanting.
“Open my zipper Edith.”
Tentatively but without any hesitation she leaned forward and sought my zipper, letting her hand brush against my stiff cock up against the trouser. Slowly she pulled it down. My pants pushed out.
“Get it out.” She couldn’t have expected me to be so forward but she didn’t demur in my demand on her. She released my stiffened hardon to view, just looking at it with some astonishment that we had gone this far so rapidly.
“Would you like to play with it Edith? I took her hand and curled it around my cock. She held it very lightly, as if it were porcelain. I let her just get used to it.
“How long is it since you touched a new cock?”
“Years Ian.”
“Then take your time and enjoy. We aren’t in a hurry are we?”
She took both hands and caressed the soft flesh covering my stiffened member. I was relishing this. I didn’t need to be rushed nor did she.
She explored down the shaft until she reached my balls and ran her hands round them and up again with more confidence. She looked into my eyes for reassurance and found it. She just glowed, beginning to realise that what she had been almost frightened to imagine was actually happening to her in her late 50s. She was like a child with a new toy.
“Oh Ian it’s wonderful to have a hard cock in my hand to be able to play with, that’s it’s hard because of me maybe.”
“No maybe Edith. This erection is because of you and the effect you are having on me.” She radiated a smile I had not seen before. Her face had lost that distant hardness she came with the other evening.
“Would you like put your lips round it?”
She lowered her head as I watched her open mouth descend to my cut cock. Sticking her tongue out she licked the head slowly curling it round my most sensitive part. This was not something she was doing out of obligation, an ‘ought.’ This was a woman who had been starved of sexual contact who was finding, for perhaps the first time that she could actually enjoy it and relish in it. Instinctively she was picking up my relish for mutual sex and loving it.
I had to stop her I didn’t want to cum in her mouth which I wanted and knew I would do. So I got her to pause.
“Is this what you imagined sex might be like with me?”
“It’s so long since anyone has come on to me that I was too scared even to think what it would be like.”
“I have an idea. As we aren’t in a rush I would like you to go back to the sofa and talk dirty with me.” She hesitated but acquiesced and returned to the sofa.
“Leave your lovely tits on display, yes just like that above your bra.”
“Oh Ian please play with yourself I love to watch you masturbating. I can tell you I didn’t really want to leave it alone.”
“How did you like your tongue round my prick Edith?”
“I haven’t done that since I was a teenager in the back of a car and it wasn’t nice I can tell you. He forced me, but I want it with you.”
“Edith open your thighs so your feet are well apart. Good that’s lovely. Now slowly lift up your dress for me, slowly up your thighs. Gorgeous what magnificent powerful thighs. Oh I just love those stockings and the belt you’ve got on. Wider now. Fuck that’s fantastic. Now tease me Edith.”
Slowly she let her hands stroke her stockings above her knees enjoying this exhibitionism. She looked as if it was a novel experience for her and she was tentative but beginning to relish it. She continued smoothing her hands over her thighs above the stockings. I was rubbing myself. She didn’t take her eyes of mine and my prick.
Then a moment I hadn’t expected. She lifted the dress gradually above her thighs. She kept the dress in the middle between her thighs. Revealed was the start of her very wide hips. She must be wearing a g-string or narrow panty.
Then she removed the rest of the dress up completely. I was being gifted a sight I could not have anticipated. Before I arrived she had decided not to wear any panties. Now I had the view of her cunt completely open to my view with a magnificent hairy bush surrounding but not covering her thick lips that drooped a good inch or so below her cunt. I raised my gaze to her face. She had uncertainty and caution written all over her.
“Edith you are a delicious dirty woman with the most beautiful hairy cunt. I just love it and want to get in amongst those wonderful long lips with my mouth.”
“Ian I was so excited and scared this morning when I decided to leave off my panties. I so wanted to give myself to you but was frightened you wouldn’t want me. I still can’t really believe it.”
“Your cunt is soaking too. Show me your clit. That’s it wider now. Oh fuck I just love it. Edith you are fucking gorgeous and I am a very lucky guy to have clocked such a hidden gem. I am going to be really dirty now. Run your finger along your cunt and up to your clit. So wet, so wet. Lick your finger Edith.”
She took her finger and put it very firmly in her mouth to suck the juices she had collected.
“You’re a natural Edith. Now lift your legs up on the sofa and open them wide. Fuck. Hold open your cheeks for me. God a beautiful dark hole that I shall want to kiss.”
“Oh Ian I’m not sure I can take all this at once. You’ve hardly touched me and yet you’re telling me things I couldn’t put into words myself let alone think about.”
“You’re not embarrassed though are you Edith?”
“Ian it’s just new to me that’s all. Don’t change Ian. Take me with you I fuck-ing love it. Oh god I don’t usually swear either. I’ve been such a straight laced bitch but this is so exciting and dirty. I want you to be as dirty as you like with me Ian.
“Stand up Edith. Good now let’s get rid of your dress. Keep on the rest of your clothes except I think we’ll take of bra and free up your tits.”
She stood there in her heels, stockings and garters looking radiant yet shy. I held her head in my hands and slowly kissed her lips and pressed my tongue into her mouth. Her own tongue responded as if she was a rampant teenager having been starved of sexual affection. She hugged me tightly almost unwilling to believe this was happening. I turned her round to view her hips and arse from the rear. This is what had convinced me of how sexual I felt about her when I first met her. She wanted me to be dirty so I was going to now. I gently pushed her over the sofa so that her huge bum was revealed in its superb expanse. She really was the diamond I had first observed that night. She was now bent over with her arse sticking out and her knees on the cushions and wide too. I bent down. I still had my clothes on and wanted them off. But this was too tempting.
I now had a complete panorama of her open arse with a very clean fissure of wrinkled tight brown skin that was the entrance to her delicious rectum. I took a risk. As I bent down I held her firm but voluminous cheeks open and placed my tongue right on the centre of her hole at its tightest.
I then licked and pierced just a little to let her know how dirty I could be on our first outing.
“Oh Ian how can your kiss and lick me there? No one has ever done that to me. Thank god I cleaned myself just before you arrived. Oh it’s so lovely. More Ian, I want more of this, please.”
I lifted myself up and turned her head toward me and kissed her again on her lips, pushing my tongue in her mouth. She was stunned by my action but responded with verve too.
“Oh and I wouldn’t have complained if you weren’t so clean there either.”
She smiled rather quizzically at that remark.
We collapsed together on the sofa, hugging and holding each other. She started to pull my clothes off me taking in my body as she explored. I wanted to take her now but with my mouth.
Lie back Edith with your thighs over the edge of the sofa. Naked I knelt down in front of her and opened her thighs as I pulled her nearer the edge. Fingering her cunt opening I stroked her outside on those elongated lips that distended below her. I slipped a finger inside her cunt. Her reaction was to sigh and coo as if it was new to her. I would get her to open up later as to how she looked after herself.
Bending down I swept my fingers along her sloppy groove relishing in the sheer wetness before me. I could see her eyes on me wondering what I was going to do next. I leaned down further and slipped my tongue along one of her lengthy lips, then drew it into my mouth to swirl it around my mouth. She sighed and held my head tight.
Moving across to the other one I took a little bite. She yelped but didn’t tell me to desist. I continued slurping my mouth around her cunt entrance, sweeping me tongue up her entrance.
I then concentrated on her clit, slipping the tip of my tongue indirectly round the edge, circling the quite pronounced hardness. She was incredibly responsive. As I increased the pace, I slipped my other hand toward her other hole under her hips. She lifted slightly to make access easier. She was learning fast. I placed my index finger just near the entrance to her rectum at the sphincter and held it there so as not to distract her.
“Oh Ian you are fucking wonderful. This is so good. I never thought you would be like this. Don’t stop will you? Yes I’m nearly there don’t stop. Oh yes give it to me yes oh yes, I’m there Ian fantastic yes, yes. Yes.”
She went right over and lifted her arse completely off the sofa as she came on my tongue pressing with some force now on her clit. She had to stop me it became so intense. I slipped back a bit, still fingering her rear hole steadily.
Slowly she calmed down. She pulled my up to her mouth to kiss me with a passion I would not have anticipated. She must have bruised my lips in her intensity.
My finger was still in her arse hole.
“Do you want to go there Ian?”
“Where do want me to cum Edith?”
“As long as I can have you often Ian anywhere you like. My mouth? My cunt? Where you are now? Yes I know Ian. Do it fuck me there. I am a virgin. No one’s even tried me there. I’m scared but I trust you.”
“Edith I will fuck you wherever you wish me to and I do want all your holes. But yes I do want you there. Now.”
“Ian help me. I haven’t the slightest idea what to do except I imagine it will hurt me but I want it too. I want you to break my virginity there most of all. Ian you are teaching me to be so open and dirty and filthy I think I am getting a real taste for all this. But I warn you I am realising I can be voracious. I won’t want to let you off the hook from now on.”
“Let’s not worry about after today. Wait I have something in my jacket pocket that will help.”
I rose naked to get my elixir that I carried around for such contingencies and returned to one perplexed yet curious Edith. She examined it closely reading about it as a special lubricant (far superior to KY). I suggested she press a little onto her finger. She did and realised how smooth and effective it could be. My prick was waiting stiff as board having still to cum myself. She suddenly knew what to do, creaming the translucent liquid over my prick, covering all of my hardon.
“Easy Edith I will lose it like that it’s so sensitive to the liquid.”
She leaned forward and lightly kissed my glans. “It’s sweet Ian, not bad at all.”
“Get on your knees Edith on the sofa.”
“Stop Ian I want you in my bed now.”
She took my hand and we stepped upstairs with me behind her engrossed in her hips as her cheeks jostled together encased in her suspender belt with her stockings halfway up her luscious thighs, still with her heels on. I gave her bum a playful smack on the way. She turned and beamed at me. “Yes I could be into that too Ian.”
She paused at her bedroom door. “Ian you’re the first man other than Jason to go here. It is hugely important to me.”
“I realise that Edith. Let’s enjoy.”
She went to her bed and threw the bedcovers back to the sheets. Kneeling facing me, she demanded the lubricant and turned away from me. Leaning over she squeezed some in her hand and swept her hand back behind to her open inviting crevice.
“Stop Edith. Wait. Don’t do it yet.” She looked back at me a little doubtful. I placed my hands on her cheeks and pushed my face in between starting to lick her brown creases with my tongue doing my best to saliva her entrance as well as enjoy the intimacy of our joining here. She realised and held her hand closed trying to keep the liquid in her hand whilst murmuring her pleasure at my intrusion. I continued for a few moments then leaned back, suggesting she now do what she intended to supplement my saliva.
She lubed the area of her rectum and I noticed how she tentatively pressed her finger on her sphincter to smear herself.
I lifted her head toward me to plant another anally exploring mouth on hers. She beamed her affection at me. I then withdrew from her mouth to concentrate on my precious task.
“Put your head down on the pillow Edith.”
This had the effect of raising her hole more in line with my hardon which was very close. I would have to be careful with me as well as her.
“Ian you will be careful with me wont you?
“Just tell me Edith when you need me to stop.”
I felt very stiff and wanted to take her hard. I started pressing against her brown hole with its creases drawing me inward. She was much more amenable than I thought taking my head in with little effort.
“Oh Ian I feel like I need to do a shit, such a funny feeling but it can’t be can it?”
I didn’t answer but continued to press on holding her wide buttocks in my hands and relishing the feel of those enormous hips and the sight of my prick beginning to make a real penetration of her rectum.
“Are you there Ian? It certainly feels like it. Oh it hurts but don’t stop will you?”
“I won’t stop Edith, no I certainly won’t.
Suddenly I found space and intense warmth. I was now up against her buttocks and firmly inside her arsehole. Fuck this is good. I increased my pace fucking her buttocks and slapping her hard with both hands as I found myself getting more aggressive with her, hitting her runt with as much strength as I could muster.
“I wanted you as soon as I set eyes on you Edith. You looked such a stuck up bitch that needed a good arse fuck. And now you’re getting it and I love it just love it.”
“Ian so do I, so do I. You’re just what I need Ian – someone to take control of me and sexually control me. I fucking love it and you’re beating me to, as hard as you like I can take it.”
I kept fucking her like it was to be my last time I just didn’t want to stop. The rhythm we got into helped me keep from cuming and I realised she was rubbing her clit herself whilst I beat her with my hands and broke her in for the first time with my anal fucking of her. I could sense she was getting near and wanted to coincide with her. I didn’t allude to it but waited still pumping in and out of her anus I knew I would be returning to.
Suddenly she let out a great wail. I pumped harder squeezing her buttocks together to heighten the tension. Yes we were there together cuming like two adolescents. The sheer joy in her voice echoed her pleasure at being desired for the first time in probably years. The climax of our cum saw her flat on the mattress with me banging into her hole. We remained still and complete in each other’s revelry.
Slowly I let my prick slide out of her sphincter to let her hug me when she turned over. She wanted to look at my prick.
“Ian it’s so clean. I thought it would be dirty and brown but it isn’t is it?
“You’re welcome to taste it Edith.” Would she take up my challenge? She met it again by getting down to my waist and taking the now limp stick in her hand and drawing to her mouth to taste, licking the remaining cum from my head. She then came up to my mouth and we shared the remnants of her anal intrusion and my cum.
We must have snoozed awhile. Edith woke first and went to the bathroom. She returned with a smile on her face as I woke with her standing next to me. I felt you’re cum dribbling out Ian. But I let it go down the loo.
We decided to dress and get out to feed ourselves at a local restaurant. She was acknowledged by the staff and I received a polite nod. She was invited to choose a table and chose one in the corner. On the way she met a neighbour. I was introduced as the son-in-law. All very respectable.
She was in a glowing mood.
“That was more than wonderful Ian. I shall want more you realise.”
“I shall too Edith. How shall we achieve it though?”
“It might be easier than you think Ian.”
“How? Perhaps I’m being a bit thick Edith.”
“Ian where is Esther today?”
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Teresa Chapter 2

Teresa
Chapter 2
I was in the cupboard about ten minutes when the door bell rang and Teresa welcomed Mum in. My heart started thumping with nervousness and excitement as I sat waiting in the cupboard. They came in to the living room and Teresa invited Mum to sit on the sofa opposite the cupboard affording me an excellent view. Teresa went to get some coffee and returned with two mugs. Teresa sat next to Mum and conveyed her appreciation of how Mum looked. She was wearing a summer dress that stopped at her knees with her usual stockings and slightly high heeled shoes. The dress was cut at the shoulder with a low neckline that just revealed some of her pale cleavage.
“How would you like a little something in the coffee Jean?”
“What do you suggest Teresa?”
“Some brandy? It is your afternoon off after all and you seem like you need to relax and that would help.”
Mum agreed and Teresa took a bottle from the drinks shelf and poured a generous amount. Mum smiled as she took a first sip and returned her smile back to Teresa thanking her. They settled in to a relaxing chat about Mum and work, Mum and home, Mum and me, Mum and Dad. Only then did Mum lose her smile and pause. Teresa asked what that was about. Mum stalled not wanting to go into her private thoughts and feelings but she revealed them anyway by her sudden changed mood.
“What is it Jean, you seem upset? You can be open with me.” Mum paused again then suddenly said that Alec was still very loving and warm and seemed happy but,
“He is not very keen in bed these days Teresa. He doesn’t seem to want to do it at all no matter how much I try to coax him or whatever I wear to trying to encourage him. It’s like there is someone else, though I don’t think there is really someone. He just seems so exhausted all the time. Even on holiday he was like a zombie. I don’t know what to do at all.”
“You’re not over the hill Jean. You’re in your prime and look so wonderful I could eat you.” Mum visibly blushed at that as Teresa put her arm round her shoulder and gave her a comforting cuddle that could have been interpreted as an opportunity by Teresa but Mum chose to ignore it even though she liked the attention and warmth she was really missing. She did not try to remove her arm from around her shoulders.
Suddenly Teresa kissed Mum on her cheek. Mum did not respond. Nor did she move away. Teresa swiftly followed the first kiss with another on Mum’s lips. My trousers started to fill as I watched Mum not responding again but not moving either.
Teresa backed off. “I would love to kiss you Jean. You know that I’m inclined to women as well as men. I would love to make love with you and take care of that obvious need you have.”
“I can’t go there Teresa. I know you mean well and I think you are very beautiful but it is just not me.”
“How else can I help you Jean? Do you want a lover?”
“Oh no, I wouldn’t dream of it.” Taking another gulp of her brandy-coffee she unwound to say, “I just love what Alec has to offer when he does.”
“When did you last do it with him Jean?
“Eight months ago at Christmas for God’s sake.”
“You’re angry with him aren’t you?”
“Yes I fucking am Teresa.”
“Who else is there then Jean?”
“No one.”
“I know someone who is very taken with you Jean.”
Mum looked directly at Teresa looking for her to answer. “Someone very close to you.”
She looked puzzled. “Who for fuck sake?”
Suddenly Mum got it. “You must be joking.”
“I’m not.”
“How would you know even if he was?”
“I have seen him look at you Jean. He is totally taken with you. Haven’t you noticed?”
“I’m shocked that you would think that and shocked also that he might even think about me in that way.
“Ok if I am wrong just be a little bit more observant when he is around you and alone with you.”
“I don’t think I want to take this any further Teresa – you’ve said enough already.”
“I’m sorry Jean if I offended you. It’s quite natural you know at his age and he hasn’t any girl friends as far as we know has he?”
“No he hasn’t but what’s that got to do with it?”
“It means he isn’t distracted by others. It could also just be he likes older women. Some men do you know.”
“Teresa I’ve already tried to change the subject so let’s just leave it there ok?”
I had been very quiet on the chair in the cupboard. But I stood up as I was getting hard just being a voyeur on all of this. Opening my flies I retrieved my prick and stroked it. I had been taken by teresa’s comments as well as the view up Mum’s skirt revealing her stocking tops and suspenders. Her white flesh was so succulent looking, I just wanted to get out there and leapto her thighs. I had to go easy on myself so as not to cum too quickly.
They moved on and Mum looked visibly relieved as they passed to safer topics. Soon Mum intimated she had to go and went to stand up. As she did Teresa put her arms round her and gave her a tight cuddle pressing their breasts together. Mum softened and returned the cuddle. Teresa took another risk and kissed her squarely on her lips. Mum returned it this time and they embraced passionately, Teresa taking her face in her hands and pushing her tongue into mum’s mouth. They swapped tongues eagerly and Teresa moved her hand down to Mum’s cleavage starting to edge toward her fullness. This behaviour was so out of keeping with her uptight stance I could hardly recognise her. Realising how far she had gone Mum, without offending Teresa s, lowly withdrew and announced,
“You are lovely Teresa and so good to me. But I don’t think I am ready to go there. Perhaps one day. I would need a few more brandies too. Very naughty of you to give me the brandy in my coffee Teresa. Thank you again for being so kind and warm with me. You’re a real friend.
“Take care Jean and remember what else I said.”
Mum did not go there and left immediately with another warm cuddle for Teresa. Just as she was leaving Teresa gave her a large envelope from the hall cupboard.
I stepped out of the cupboard with an obvious erection. Teresa smiled but chose to leave my erection alone except to say, “That obviously got you going Ian. What do you think?”
“I don’t think Mum even contemplated my having such thoughts about her. Little does she know Teresa.”
“I’m not so sure Ian. It may well have been the first time she’s even thought about it. So let it settle. She will have you under close observation Ian so be a little discreet and let her know gradually that you have sexual feelings toward her. She might be secretly excited about it.”
She stroked my erection over my clothes and said, “why don’t you take this little beauty home and let it do it good work on your Mum?”
I got up to go, torn by also wanting Teresa to have me but understood what she wanted me to do.
Getting home I walked round the long way to try to get my erection to go down as well as remembering the afternoon and how I was equally excited by Teresa’s attempts to seduce Mum.
Mum was making supper when I got home and I called hello and went to my room to get ready for when Dad would arrive. We ate supper and after went into watch TV together. I decided I could not take any chances with looking at Mum even though she would have no idea of my proximity to her this afternoon. I had looked at her stockinged legs in the kitchen whilst she got the supper out but ensured she couldn’t see me getting off on her seamed calves that got me growing under the table.
I gave my usual goodnights and went to my bedroom. I just had to wank myself to sleep and I played over the wonderful afternoon. I woke next morning with my usual erection heightened by memories of yesterday.
Our flat was well carpeted so that when I went to the bathroom to wash I passed Mum in her bedroom smoothing her stockings up her thighs. She gave no recognition that she heard me and I was able to take in the sight of her full calves and thighs up to the top of her raised skirt. I just had a glimpse of her pants. Trying the discrete stuff I continued to the bathroom and shut the door so that she would have heard and therefore know I had passed her. I needed another wank but decided to stay high with the lovely sights I had experienced.
I emerged from the bathroom just as Mum was going off to work. She leant forward to kiss my cheek as she opened the door and I was given, consciously or not I wasn’t sure, a glance down her dress at the opening and the definite swelling of her breasts.
Was that intentional or not. I decided it wasn’t just my good luck. I had the day to myself as it was the school holidays. I then remembered Teresa giving Mum an envelope on her leaving yesterday. I went on my usual careful foray and found the new envelope under her lingerie. Opening it I was struck by the book’s title: “A Son’s Dream, A Mother’s Need.”
Wow what a woman is Teresa and I recognised she must have a real store of porn. I skimmed it and decided to read it whilst wanking into a pair of Mum’s panties that I had found in the laundry basket. The book appealed to my horniness about Mum as well as the notion of incest.
I was into it at the 2nd chapter when I involuntarily came into the gusset of her panties. They were really soaked. The book really met my dirty thoughts about having sex with Mum and I was only on page 30. I decided that unlike the book I would prefer her to initiate any sex we might have. I couldn’t do what the book was leading on – the son pushing the incestual relations on his needy Mother and almost forcing her. That was just not me and I would only want what Mum wanted. I put the pants down under other clothes in the basket just below the lid. The imp in me wanted her to leave them on top but that would be too obvious. I did have a whiff of the pants before putting them in and smelt the combined odours of us both. It had the effect of getting me going again. But I had spent enough time wanking and Mum had asked me to go to the shops to get the evening’s supper as well as something for my lunch.
When I got home I got some of the food ready (having been well trained by Mum to cook) and went out to see some friends. Getting home later Mum asked me if I knew that dad had to go away that morning early because of work and would not be back for a few days. I hadn’t known but noted that Mum was visibly relaxed and happy.
She had changed on coming home into a floppy T-shirt, but still had her skirt and stockings on. She had changed her outdoor shoes for her slightly heeled indoor sandals. I wasn’t sure about the combination but had no grounds for regret as she was looking rather provocative in the heels, then I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her T-shirt clung nicely to her hugging her breasts that were slightly lower unbound by a bra. Though the T-shirt was not thin it did reveal the slight pressure of her nipples against the material. I was deeply aroused by her display and felt even better when she gave me a hug and said it was good to be able to spend some time just between ourselves, feeling the gentle pressure of her soft breasts against my chest.
We tucked in to our supper and she made a point of thanking me for preparing much of it. At one point she leaned back in her chair to take a sip of her glass of red wine she had poured herself earlier. Relaxed in our company I remarked how well she looked today particularly in her comfortable outfit. She smiled at me.
“Do you like me dressed like this Ian?”
I blushed red but managed to murmur, “I think you look very pretty Mum.”
It was her turn to blush but she then added, “What do you find pretty Ian?”
I struggled then because what I found pretty was actually what I found very sexual. I like your T-shirt mum.”
“Why?”
“I like the way it clings to you.”
She looked down. I noticed her nipples harden against the cloth and a tingling in my balls and prick as I responded to the sight of them. She got up to take the dishes to the sink and walked back and forward with the empty plates and cutlery. Her nipples were still stiff and even more pronounced as she moved back and forth as if the cloth was teasing them. I tried to look elsewhere. She recaptured her good mood and asked me if I found anything else pretty about her.
“I like your sandals and stockings as they have the effect of enhancing your height and legs nicely.” She strutted a calf out to emphasise the shape against the seam of her stocking. By now I was completely hard under the table and could not have got up if I had been told to. She came and sat down again, this time nearer me at the end of the table and crossed her legs revealing her knees and the beginnings of her stocking tops.
“Thanks Ian I haven’t had compliments like that in years. I’m glad I asked you. I didn’t know you thought me pretty at all.
“I think you’re lovely all over and have a lovely beautiful face and shape.” I was mixing beauty with sexual desire more clearly and rather confusingly each. I was acutely embarrassed yet still very excited. We had never had a conversation like this before. I wondered about her conversation with Teresa and my peeping at her then. “Let’s go and watch television shall we?”
I followed her into our living room and she moved her arm to get me to sit with her rather than in our armchairs. She raised her legs up on the sofa and folded them to her thighs revealing tantalising glimpse of thigh which I tried not to stare at.
“You look tired Ian come and rest your head on my lap.” I stretched out and rested my head on her upper thigh and was able to feel her suspender under my head and her stockings tight on her legs before me. She stroked my hair as we watched a rather boring film. I tried to hide it but my erection was growing again. It was impossible to hide it as I had one hand on my side and the other in mums grip. There was nothing I could do. She could see it if she looked and I knew she must be looking. In fact she let out a physical jerk when she first saw it I’m sure. But I did not react. We continued like this for most of the film. She was getting a little cramped from being in one position and shifted so that she could put her legs out straight over the sofa to the floor whilst keeping my head more comfortably in her lap. The effect was to reveal rather more of her stocking tops for my unabashed view. I was delighted but did not know what to do. The effect of her heels was to raise her thighs a little higher so that I was even more ensconced in her folds resting the back of my head on her tummy.
“Are you comfortable Ian?”
“Lovely thank you mum.” I also had a T-shirt on and she moved her hand to my arm and stroked me up and down softly. The film got intense and I glanced up to see her looking at my erection just covered by my boxers. Just then the film ended. She suddenly hugged me and said, “Ian I’m off to bed. I’ll see you in the morning love.” With that she moved herself from my head and placed a cushion there instead. I didn’t move apart from saying good night.
After my erection disappeared I went to my bedroom, undressed and slipped beneath the single sheet as it was so warm. I lay on my back and slowly masturbated to the thoughts of the wonderful evening. I pushed the sheet back and continued playing with myself. Suddenly I saw the door knob being turned as I left the light on. Quickly I pulled the sheet over my prick but still held it as Mum walked into the room and came to my bedside still standing she remarked, “Ian I just wanted to come and give you a proper hug for such a wonderful evening.” She was wearing the same T-shirt but had taken off her skirt so that it came down to just the tops of her stockings and she had removed her sandals. “You have been such good company I feel really nurtured by you.” She leaned over and put her arms around me and pulled me tight against her lifting me off the mattress. I pulled my hand away from my prick and with both hands put them round her to also give her a tight hug. Her breasts were pressed tight into my chest. Because of her position and proximity to me, her hip was cleaving close to my hardon with only her T-shirt between us. I could do nothing about it. We must have both realised what was happening but she did not relent on her hold of me. I was alive with sheer desire. We shifted our heads slightly so that our mouths were almost touching. She moved first and ran a soft touch of her lips across mine. It was so slight, so gentle. She ran them back again over mine. She was taken with what she was doing. I didn’t press advantage in any way but let her drive the sheer sensuality of the lightest of touches across my lips. I was ecstatic. Suddenly the cleaving against my hardon had its effect. I suddenly without any warning came against her hip and released a load of spunk onto her T-shirt.
Mum suddenly realised what happened and withdrew aghast. I couldn’t understand her reaction as she retreated from my bedroom. I felt bereft and very guilty at her departure. I lay in bed for about half an hour and had to get up to pee. Creeping out into the hallway I quietly went to the bathroom. My prick was still wet from the residue of spunk. I sat down to pee without making a noise and directed it to the bowl. Finished I didn’t flush and started back to my bedroom. As I passed Mum’s room I found the door ajar and heard heavy breathing. Glancing in Mum was on top of the sheets with her legs straddled wide open. She had not shut the curtains. Although the bed lights were off there was sufficient light from the street to see her. She was slowly rubbing between her legs without her stockings and T-shirt. Naked as I had never seen her before, I was completely taken by the sight of her. It had not really occurred to me that she would be masturbating after her apparent trauma over me, but she was. I went rigid again as my prick responded to the scene. She looked totally engrossed in herself. I began to wank in rhythm with her. Yet I could not summon the courage to go in. I might spoil if for her or she might be angry with me. It did not occur to me that she would not mind my joining her. I was still shamed but excited. Erring on caution I remained still apart from my silent stroking.
Mum had one hand flitting across her nipples squeezing each in turn while her other hand was alternating high on her cunt and dipping into her hole. I noticed something else too. Her bum was slightly raised. Between her luscious thighs and buttocks I could see something dark. Slowly I saw she had something pressing between her buttocks. Astonished I could make out that something was sticking in her bum. She lifted herself slightly and then pressed down on the thing. It was the first time I ever say something being stuck in someone’s bum. Here she was doing it herself and able to be hands free as well whilst she concentrated on her cunt and nipples. That did it for me I shot my spunk again I was so excited. I had the nous to keep it quiet whilst I came but it did flow over the carpet. Just then she let rip with a huge gasp as she orgasmed along with fingering herself madly and leaping up and down on the rubber thing up her arse.
Retreating back to my room, closing the door behind me I inadvertently let it shut itself. Mistake. She must have heard the door. I slid into bed, crawling under the sheet trying to hide from the possible repercussion of Mum being mad at me and coming to rage at me for disturbing her. More important she must know I had witnessed her rubbing herself to cum.

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Teresa Chapter 2

Teresa
Chapter 2
I was in the cupboard about ten minutes when the door bell rang and Teresa welcomed Mum in. My heart started thumping with nervousness and excitement as I sat waiting in the cupboard. They came in to the living room and Teresa invited Mum to sit on the sofa opposite the cupboard affording me an excellent view. Teresa went to get some coffee and returned with two mugs. Teresa sat next to Mum and conveyed her appreciation of how Mum looked. She was wearing a summer dress that stopped at her knees with her usual stockings and slightly high heeled shoes. The dress was cut at the shoulder with a low neckline that just revealed some of her pale cleavage.
“How would you like a little something in the coffee Jean?”
“What do you suggest Teresa?”
“Some brandy? It is your afternoon off after all and you seem like you need to relax and that would help.”
Mum agreed and Teresa took a bottle from the drinks shelf and poured a generous amount. Mum smiled as she took a first sip and returned her smile back to Teresa thanking her. They settled in to a relaxing chat about Mum and work, Mum and home, Mum and me, Mum and Dad. Only then did Mum lose her smile and pause. Teresa asked what that was about. Mum stalled not wanting to go into her private thoughts and feelings but she revealed them anyway by her sudden changed mood.
“What is it Jean, you seem upset? You can be open with me.” Mum paused again then suddenly said that Alec was still very loving and warm and seemed happy but,
“He is not very keen in bed these days Teresa. He doesn’t seem to want to do it at all no matter how much I try to coax him or whatever I wear to trying to encourage him. It’s like there is someone else, though I don’t think there is really someone. He just seems so exhausted all the time. Even on holiday he was like a zombie. I don’t know what to do at all.”
“You’re not over the hill Jean. You’re in your prime and look so wonderful I could eat you.” Mum visibly blushed at that as Teresa put her arm round her shoulder and gave her a comforting cuddle that could have been interpreted as an opportunity by Teresa but Mum chose to ignore it even though she liked the attention and warmth she was really missing. She did not try to remove her arm from around her shoulders.
Suddenly Teresa kissed Mum on her cheek. Mum did not respond. Nor did she move away. Teresa swiftly followed the first kiss with another on Mum’s lips. My trousers started to fill as I watched Mum not responding again but not moving either.
Teresa backed off. “I would love to kiss you Jean. You know that I’m inclined to women as well as men. I would love to make love with you and take care of that obvious need you have.”
“I can’t go there Teresa. I know you mean well and I think you are very beautiful but it is just not me.”
“How else can I help you Jean? Do you want a lover?”
“Oh no, I wouldn’t dream of it.” Taking another gulp of her brandy-coffee she unwound to say, “I just love what Alec has to offer when he does.”
“When did you last do it with him Jean?
“Eight months ago at Christmas for God’s sake.”
“You’re angry with him aren’t you?”
“Yes I fucking am Teresa.”
“Who else is there then Jean?”
“No one.”
“I know someone who is very taken with you Jean.”
Mum looked directly at Teresa looking for her to answer. “Someone very close to you.”
She looked puzzled. “Who for fuck sake?”
Suddenly Mum got it. “You must be joking.”
“I’m not.”
“How would you know even if he was?”
“I have seen him look at you Jean. He is totally taken with you. Haven’t you noticed?”
“I’m shocked that you would think that and shocked also that he might even think about me in that way.
“Ok if I am wrong just be a little bit more observant when he is around you and alone with you.”
“I don’t think I want to take this any further Teresa – you’ve said enough already.”
“I’m sorry Jean if I offended you. It’s quite natural you know at his age and he hasn’t any girl friends as far as we know has he?”
“No he hasn’t but what’s that got to do with it?”
“It means he isn’t distracted by others. It could also just be he likes older women. Some men do you know.”
“Teresa I’ve already tried to change the subject so let’s just leave it there ok?”
I had been very quiet on the chair in the cupboard. But I stood up as I was getting hard just being a voyeur on all of this. Opening my flies I retrieved my prick and stroked it. I had been taken by teresa’s comments as well as the view up Mum’s skirt revealing her stocking tops and suspenders. Her white flesh was so succulent looking, I just wanted to get out there and leapto her thighs. I had to go easy on myself so as not to cum too quickly.
They moved on and Mum looked visibly relieved as they passed to safer topics. Soon Mum intimated she had to go and went to stand up. As she did Teresa put her arms round her and gave her a tight cuddle pressing their breasts together. Mum softened and returned the cuddle. Teresa took another risk and kissed her squarely on her lips. Mum returned it this time and they embraced passionately, Teresa taking her face in her hands and pushing her tongue into mum’s mouth. They swapped tongues eagerly and Teresa moved her hand down to Mum’s cleavage starting to edge toward her fullness. This behaviour was so out of keeping with her uptight stance I could hardly recognise her. Realising how far she had gone Mum, without offending Teresa s, lowly withdrew and announced,
“You are lovely Teresa and so good to me. But I don’t think I am ready to go there. Perhaps one day. I would need a few more brandies too. Very naughty of you to give me the brandy in my coffee Teresa. Thank you again for being so kind and warm with me. You’re a real friend.
“Take care Jean and remember what else I said.”
Mum did not go there and left immediately with another warm cuddle for Teresa. Just as she was leaving Teresa gave her a large envelope from the hall cupboard.
I stepped out of the cupboard with an obvious erection. Teresa smiled but chose to leave my erection alone except to say, “That obviously got you going Ian. What do you think?”
“I don’t think Mum even contemplated my having such thoughts about her. Little does she know Teresa.”
“I’m not so sure Ian. It may well have been the first time she’s even thought about it. So let it settle. She will have you under close observation Ian so be a little discreet and let her know gradually that you have sexual feelings toward her. She might be secretly excited about it.”
She stroked my erection over my clothes and said, “why don’t you take this little beauty home and let it do it good work on your Mum?”
I got up to go, torn by also wanting Teresa to have me but understood what she wanted me to do.
Getting home I walked round the long way to try to get my erection to go down as well as remembering the afternoon and how I was equally excited by Teresa’s attempts to seduce Mum.
Mum was making supper when I got home and I called hello and went to my room to get ready for when Dad would arrive. We ate supper and after went into watch TV together. I decided I could not take any chances with looking at Mum even though she would have no idea of my proximity to her this afternoon. I had looked at her stockinged legs in the kitchen whilst she got the supper out but ensured she couldn’t see me getting off on her seamed calves that got me growing under the table.
I gave my usual goodnights and went to my bedroom. I just had to wank myself to sleep and I played over the wonderful afternoon. I woke next morning with my usual erection heightened by memories of yesterday.
Our flat was well carpeted so that when I went to the bathroom to wash I passed Mum in her bedroom smoothing her stockings up her thighs. She gave no recognition that she heard me and I was able to take in the sight of her full calves and thighs up to the top of her raised skirt. I just had a glimpse of her pants. Trying the discrete stuff I continued to the bathroom and shut the door so that she would have heard and therefore know I had passed her. I needed another wank but decided to stay high with the lovely sights I had experienced.
I emerged from the bathroom just as Mum was going off to work. She leant forward to kiss my cheek as she opened the door and I was given, consciously or not I wasn’t sure, a glance down her dress at the opening and the definite swelling of her breasts.
Was that intentional or not. I decided it wasn’t just my good luck. I had the day to myself as it was the school holidays. I then remembered Teresa giving Mum an envelope on her leaving yesterday. I went on my usual careful foray and found the new envelope under her lingerie. Opening it I was struck by the book’s title: “A Son’s Dream, A Mother’s Need.”
Wow what a woman is Teresa and I recognised she must have a real store of porn. I skimmed it and decided to read it whilst wanking into a pair of Mum’s panties that I had found in the laundry basket. The book appealed to my horniness about Mum as well as the notion of incest.
I was into it at the 2nd chapter when I involuntarily came into the gusset of her panties. They were really soaked. The book really met my dirty thoughts about having sex with Mum and I was only on page 30. I decided that unlike the book I would prefer her to initiate any sex we might have. I couldn’t do what the book was leading on – the son pushing the incestual relations on his needy Mother and almost forcing her. That was just not me and I would only want what Mum wanted. I put the pants down under other clothes in the basket just below the lid. The imp in me wanted her to leave them on top but that would be too obvious. I did have a whiff of the pants before putting them in and smelt the combined odours of us both. It had the effect of getting me going again. But I had spent enough time wanking and Mum had asked me to go to the shops to get the evening’s supper as well as something for my lunch.
When I got home I got some of the food ready (having been well trained by Mum to cook) and went out to see some friends. Getting home later Mum asked me if I knew that dad had to go away that morning early because of work and would not be back for a few days. I hadn’t known but noted that Mum was visibly relaxed and happy.
She had changed on coming home into a floppy T-shirt, but still had her skirt and stockings on. She had changed her outdoor shoes for her slightly heeled indoor sandals. I wasn’t sure about the combination but had no grounds for regret as she was looking rather provocative in the heels, then I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her T-shirt clung nicely to her hugging her breasts that were slightly lower unbound by a bra. Though the T-shirt was not thin it did reveal the slight pressure of her nipples against the material. I was deeply aroused by her display and felt even better when she gave me a hug and said it was good to be able to spend some time just between ourselves, feeling the gentle pressure of her soft breasts against my chest.
We tucked in to our supper and she made a point of thanking me for preparing much of it. At one point she leaned back in her chair to take a sip of her glass of red wine she had poured herself earlier. Relaxed in our company I remarked how well she looked today particularly in her comfortable outfit. She smiled at me.
“Do you like me dressed like this Ian?”
I blushed red but managed to murmur, “I think you look very pretty Mum.”
It was her turn to blush but she then added, “What do you find pretty Ian?”
I struggled then because what I found pretty was actually what I found very sexual. I like your T-shirt mum.”
“Why?”
“I like the way it clings to you.”
She looked down. I noticed her nipples harden against the cloth and a tingling in my balls and prick as I responded to the sight of them. She got up to take the dishes to the sink and walked back and forward with the empty plates and cutlery. Her nipples were still stiff and even more pronounced as she moved back and forth as if the cloth was teasing them. I tried to look elsewhere. She recaptured her good mood and asked me if I found anything else pretty about her.
“I like your sandals and stockings as they have the effect of enhancing your height and legs nicely.” She strutted a calf out to emphasise the shape against the seam of her stocking. By now I was completely hard under the table and could not have got up if I had been told to. She came and sat down again, this time nearer me at the end of the table and crossed her legs revealing her knees and the beginnings of her stocking tops.
“Thanks Ian I haven’t had compliments like that in years. I’m glad I asked you. I didn’t know you thought me pretty at all.
“I think you’re lovely all over and have a lovely beautiful face and shape.” I was mixing beauty with sexual desire more clearly and rather confusingly each. I was acutely embarrassed yet still very excited. We had never had a conversation like this before. I wondered about her conversation with Teresa and my peeping at her then. “Let’s go and watch television shall we?”
I followed her into our living room and she moved her arm to get me to sit with her rather than in our armchairs. She raised her legs up on the sofa and folded them to her thighs revealing tantalising glimpse of thigh which I tried not to stare at.
“You look tired Ian come and rest your head on my lap.” I stretched out and rested my head on her upper thigh and was able to feel her suspender under my head and her stockings tight on her legs before me. She stroked my hair as we watched a rather boring film. I tried to hide it but my erection was growing again. It was impossible to hide it as I had one hand on my side and the other in mums grip. There was nothing I could do. She could see it if she looked and I knew she must be looking. In fact she let out a physical jerk when she first saw it I’m sure. But I did not react. We continued like this for most of the film. She was getting a little cramped from being in one position and shifted so that she could put her legs out straight over the sofa to the floor whilst keeping my head more comfortably in her lap. The effect was to reveal rather more of her stocking tops for my unabashed view. I was delighted but did not know what to do. The effect of her heels was to raise her thighs a little higher so that I was even more ensconced in her folds resting the back of my head on her tummy.
“Are you comfortable Ian?”
“Lovely thank you mum.” I also had a T-shirt on and she moved her hand to my arm and stroked me up and down softly. The film got intense and I glanced up to see her looking at my erection just covered by my boxers. Just then the film ended. She suddenly hugged me and said, “Ian I’m off to bed. I’ll see you in the morning love.” With that she moved herself from my head and placed a cushion there instead. I didn’t move apart from saying good night.
After my erection disappeared I went to my bedroom, undressed and slipped beneath the single sheet as it was so warm. I lay on my back and slowly masturbated to the thoughts of the wonderful evening. I pushed the sheet back and continued playing with myself. Suddenly I saw the door knob being turned as I left the light on. Quickly I pulled the sheet over my prick but still held it as Mum walked into the room and came to my bedside still standing she remarked, “Ian I just wanted to come and give you a proper hug for such a wonderful evening.” She was wearing the same T-shirt but had taken off her skirt so that it came down to just the tops of her stockings and she had removed her sandals. “You have been such good company I feel really nurtured by you.” She leaned over and put her arms around me and pulled me tight against her lifting me off the mattress. I pulled my hand away from my prick and with both hands put them round her to also give her a tight hug. Her breasts were pressed tight into my chest. Because of her position and proximity to me, her hip was cleaving close to my hardon with only her T-shirt between us. I could do nothing about it. We must have both realised what was happening but she did not relent on her hold of me. I was alive with sheer desire. We shifted our heads slightly so that our mouths were almost touching. She moved first and ran a soft touch of her lips across mine. It was so slight, so gentle. She ran them back again over mine. She was taken with what she was doing. I didn’t press advantage in any way but let her drive the sheer sensuality of the lightest of touches across my lips. I was ecstatic. Suddenly the cleaving against my hardon had its effect. I suddenly without any warning came against her hip and released a load of spunk onto her T-shirt.
Mum suddenly realised what happened and withdrew aghast. I couldn’t understand her reaction as she retreated from my bedroom. I felt bereft and very guilty at her departure. I lay in bed for about half an hour and had to get up to pee. Creeping out into the hallway I quietly went to the bathroom. My prick was still wet from the residue of spunk. I sat down to pee without making a noise and directed it to the bowl. Finished I didn’t flush and started back to my bedroom. As I passed Mum’s room I found the door ajar and heard heavy breathing. Glancing in Mum was on top of the sheets with her legs straddled wide open. She had not shut the curtains. Although the bed lights were off there was sufficient light from the street to see her. She was slowly rubbing between her legs without her stockings and T-shirt. Naked as I had never seen her before, I was completely taken by the sight of her. It had not really occurred to me that she would be masturbating after her apparent trauma over me, but she was. I went rigid again as my prick responded to the scene. She looked totally engrossed in herself. I began to wank in rhythm with her. Yet I could not summon the courage to go in. I might spoil if for her or she might be angry with me. It did not occur to me that she would not mind my joining her. I was still shamed but excited. Erring on caution I remained still apart from my silent stroking.
Mum had one hand flitting across her nipples squeezing each in turn while her other hand was alternating high on her cunt and dipping into her hole. I noticed something else too. Her bum was slightly raised. Between her luscious thighs and buttocks I could see something dark. Slowly I saw she had something pressing between her buttocks. Astonished I could make out that something was sticking in her bum. She lifted herself slightly and then pressed down on the thing. It was the first time I ever say something being stuck in someone’s bum. Here she was doing it herself and able to be hands free as well whilst she concentrated on her cunt and nipples. That did it for me I shot my spunk again I was so excited. I had the nous to keep it quiet whilst I came but it did flow over the carpet. Just then she let rip with a huge gasp as she orgasmed along with fingering herself madly and leaping up and down on the rubber thing up her arse.
Retreating back to my room, closing the door behind me I inadvertently let it shut itself. Mistake. She must have heard the door. I slid into bed, crawling under the sheet trying to hide from the possible repercussion of Mum being mad at me and coming to rage at me for disturbing her. More important she must know I had witnessed her rubbing herself to cum.

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Teresa
Chapter 2
I was in the cupboard about ten minutes when the door bell rang and Teresa welcomed Mum in. My heart started thumping with nervousness and excitement as I sat waiting in the cupboard. They came in to the living room and Teresa invited Mum to sit on the sofa opposite the cupboard affording me an excellent view. Teresa went to get some coffee and returned with two mugs. Teresa sat next to Mum and conveyed her appreciation of how Mum looked. She was wearing a summer dress that stopped at her knees with her usual stockings and slightly high heeled shoes. The dress was cut at the shoulder with a low neckline that just revealed some of her pale cleavage.
“How would you like a little something in the coffee Jean?”
“What do you suggest Teresa?”
“Some brandy? It is your afternoon off after all and you seem like you need to relax and that would help.”
Mum agreed and Teresa took a bottle from the drinks shelf and poured a generous amount. Mum smiled as she took a first sip and returned her smile back to Teresa thanking her. They settled in to a relaxing chat about Mum and work, Mum and home, Mum and me, Mum and Dad. Only then did Mum lose her smile and pause. Teresa asked what that was about. Mum stalled not wanting to go into her private thoughts and feelings but she revealed them anyway by her sudden changed mood.
“What is it Jean, you seem upset? You can be open with me.” Mum paused again then suddenly said that Alec was still very loving and warm and seemed happy but,
“He is not very keen in bed these days Teresa. He doesn’t seem to want to do it at all no matter how much I try to coax him or whatever I wear to trying to encourage him. It’s like there is someone else, though I don’t think there is really someone. He just seems so exhausted all the time. Even on holiday he was like a zombie. I don’t know what to do at all.”
“You’re not over the hill Jean. You’re in your prime and look so wonderful I could eat you.” Mum visibly blushed at that as Teresa put her arm round her shoulder and gave her a comforting cuddle that could have been interpreted as an opportunity by Teresa but Mum chose to ignore it even though she liked the attention and warmth she was really missing. She did not try to remove her arm from around her shoulders.
Suddenly Teresa kissed Mum on her cheek. Mum did not respond. Nor did she move away. Teresa swiftly followed the first kiss with another on Mum’s lips. My trousers started to fill as I watched Mum not responding again but not moving either.
Teresa backed off. “I would love to kiss you Jean. You know that I’m inclined to women as well as men. I would love to make love with you and take care of that obvious need you have.”
“I can’t go there Teresa. I know you mean well and I think you are very beautiful but it is just not me.”
“How else can I help you Jean? Do you want a lover?”
“Oh no, I wouldn’t dream of it.” Taking another gulp of her brandy-coffee she unwound to say, “I just love what Alec has to offer when he does.”
“When did you last do it with him Jean?
“Eight months ago at Christmas for God’s sake.”
“You’re angry with him aren’t you?”
“Yes I fucking am Teresa.”
“Who else is there then Jean?”
“No one.”
“I know someone who is very taken with you Jean.”
Mum looked directly at Teresa looking for her to answer. “Someone very close to you.”
She looked puzzled. “Who for fuck sake?”
Suddenly Mum got it. “You must be joking.”
“I’m not.”
“How would you know even if he was?”
“I have seen him look at you Jean. He is totally taken with you. Haven’t you noticed?”
“I’m shocked that you would think that and shocked also that he might even think about me in that way.
“Ok if I am wrong just be a little bit more observant when he is around you and alone with you.”
“I don’t think I want to take this any further Teresa – you’ve said enough already.”
“I’m sorry Jean if I offended you. It’s quite natural you know at his age and he hasn’t any girl friends as far as we know has he?”
“No he hasn’t but what’s that got to do with it?”
“It means he isn’t distracted by others. It could also just be he likes older women. Some men do you know.”
“Teresa I’ve already tried to change the subject so let’s just leave it there ok?”
I had been very quiet on the chair in the cupboard. But I stood up as I was getting hard just being a voyeur on all of this. Opening my flies I retrieved my prick and stroked it. I had been taken by teresa’s comments as well as the view up Mum’s skirt revealing her stocking tops and suspenders. Her white flesh was so succulent looking, I just wanted to get out there and leapto her thighs. I had to go easy on myself so as not to cum too quickly.
They moved on and Mum looked visibly relieved as they passed to safer topics. Soon Mum intimated she had to go and went to stand up. As she did Teresa put her arms round her and gave her a tight cuddle pressing their breasts together. Mum softened and returned the cuddle. Teresa took another risk and kissed her squarely on her lips. Mum returned it this time and they embraced passionately, Teresa taking her face in her hands and pushing her tongue into mum’s mouth. They swapped tongues eagerly and Teresa moved her hand down to Mum’s cleavage starting to edge toward her fullness. This behaviour was so out of keeping with her uptight stance I could hardly recognise her. Realising how far she had gone Mum, without offending Teresa s, lowly withdrew and announced,
“You are lovely Teresa and so good to me. But I don’t think I am ready to go there. Perhaps one day. I would need a few more brandies too. Very naughty of you to give me the brandy in my coffee Teresa. Thank you again for being so kind and warm with me. You’re a real friend.
“Take care Jean and remember what else I said.”
Mum did not go there and left immediately with another warm cuddle for Teresa. Just as she was leaving Teresa gave her a large envelope from the hall cupboard.
I stepped out of the cupboard with an obvious erection. Teresa smiled but chose to leave my erection alone except to say, “That obviously got you going Ian. What do you think?”
“I don’t think Mum even contemplated my having such thoughts about her. Little does she know Teresa.”
“I’m not so sure Ian. It may well have been the first time she’s even thought about it. So let it settle. She will have you under close observation Ian so be a little discreet and let her know gradually that you have sexual feelings toward her. She might be secretly excited about it.”
She stroked my erection over my clothes and said, “why don’t you take this little beauty home and let it do it good work on your Mum?”
I got up to go, torn by also wanting Teresa to have me but understood what she wanted me to do.
Getting home I walked round the long way to try to get my erection to go down as well as remembering the afternoon and how I was equally excited by Teresa’s attempts to seduce Mum.
Mum was making supper when I got home and I called hello and went to my room to get ready for when Dad would arrive. We ate supper and after went into watch TV together. I decided I could not take any chances with looking at Mum even though she would have no idea of my proximity to her this afternoon. I had looked at her stockinged legs in the kitchen whilst she got the supper out but ensured she couldn’t see me getting off on her seamed calves that got me growing under the table.
I gave my usual goodnights and went to my bedroom. I just had to wank myself to sleep and I played over the wonderful afternoon. I woke next morning with my usual erection heightened by memories of yesterday.
Our flat was well carpeted so that when I went to the bathroom to wash I passed Mum in her bedroom smoothing her stockings up her thighs. She gave no recognition that she heard me and I was able to take in the sight of her full calves and thighs up to the top of her raised skirt. I just had a glimpse of her pants. Trying the discrete stuff I continued to the bathroom and shut the door so that she would have heard and therefore know I had passed her. I needed another wank but decided to stay high with the lovely sights I had experienced.
I emerged from the bathroom just as Mum was going off to work. She leant forward to kiss my cheek as she opened the door and I was given, consciously or not I wasn’t sure, a glance down her dress at the opening and the definite swelling of her breasts.
Was that intentional or not. I decided it wasn’t just my good luck. I had the day to myself as it was the school holidays. I then remembered Teresa giving Mum an envelope on her leaving yesterday. I went on my usual careful foray and found the new envelope under her lingerie. Opening it I was struck by the book’s title: “A Son’s Dream, A Mother’s Need.”
Wow what a woman is Teresa and I recognised she must have a real store of porn. I skimmed it and decided to read it whilst wanking into a pair of Mum’s panties that I had found in the laundry basket. The book appealed to my horniness about Mum as well as the notion of incest.
I was into it at the 2nd chapter when I involuntarily came into the gusset of her panties. They were really soaked. The book really met my dirty thoughts about having sex with Mum and I was only on page 30. I decided that unlike the book I would prefer her to initiate any sex we might have. I couldn’t do what the book was leading on – the son pushing the incestual relations on his needy Mother and almost forcing her. That was just not me and I would only want what Mum wanted. I put the pants down under other clothes in the basket just below the lid. The imp in me wanted her to leave them on top but that would be too obvious. I did have a whiff of the pants before putting them in and smelt the combined odours of us both. It had the effect of getting me going again. But I had spent enough time wanking and Mum had asked me to go to the shops to get the evening’s supper as well as something for my lunch.
When I got home I got some of the food ready (having been well trained by Mum to cook) and went out to see some friends. Getting home later Mum asked me if I knew that dad had to go away that morning early because of work and would not be back for a few days. I hadn’t known but noted that Mum was visibly relaxed and happy.
She had changed on coming home into a floppy T-shirt, but still had her skirt and stockings on. She had changed her outdoor shoes for her slightly heeled indoor sandals. I wasn’t sure about the combination but had no grounds for regret as she was looking rather provocative in the heels, then I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her T-shirt clung nicely to her hugging her breasts that were slightly lower unbound by a bra. Though the T-shirt was not thin it did reveal the slight pressure of her nipples against the material. I was deeply aroused by her display and felt even better when she gave me a hug and said it was good to be able to spend some time just between ourselves, feeling the gentle pressure of her soft breasts against my chest.
We tucked in to our supper and she made a point of thanking me for preparing much of it. At one point she leaned back in her chair to take a sip of her glass of red wine she had poured herself earlier. Relaxed in our company I remarked how well she looked today particularly in her comfortable outfit. She smiled at me.
“Do you like me dressed like this Ian?”
I blushed red but managed to murmur, “I think you look very pretty Mum.”
It was her turn to blush but she then added, “What do you find pretty Ian?”
I struggled then because what I found pretty was actually what I found very sexual. I like your T-shirt mum.”
“Why?”
“I like the way it clings to you.”
She looked down. I noticed her nipples harden against the cloth and a tingling in my balls and prick as I responded to the sight of them. She got up to take the dishes to the sink and walked back and forward with the empty plates and cutlery. Her nipples were still stiff and even more pronounced as she moved back and forth as if the cloth was teasing them. I tried to look elsewhere. She recaptured her good mood and asked me if I found anything else pretty about her.
“I like your sandals and stockings as they have the effect of enhancing your height and legs nicely.” She strutted a calf out to emphasise the shape against the seam of her stocking. By now I was completely hard under the table and could not have got up if I had been told to. She came and sat down again, this time nearer me at the end of the table and crossed her legs revealing her knees and the beginnings of her stocking tops.
“Thanks Ian I haven’t had compliments like that in years. I’m glad I asked you. I didn’t know you thought me pretty at all.
“I think you’re lovely all over and have a lovely beautiful face and shape.” I was mixing beauty with sexual desire more clearly and rather confusingly each. I was acutely embarrassed yet still very excited. We had never had a conversation like this before. I wondered about her conversation with Teresa and my peeping at her then. “Let’s go and watch television shall we?”
I followed her into our living room and she moved her arm to get me to sit with her rather than in our armchairs. She raised her legs up on the sofa and folded them to her thighs revealing tantalising glimpse of thigh which I tried not to stare at.
“You look tired Ian come and rest your head on my lap.” I stretched out and rested my head on her upper thigh and was able to feel her suspender under my head and her stockings tight on her legs before me. She stroked my hair as we watched a rather boring film. I tried to hide it but my erection was growing again. It was impossible to hide it as I had one hand on my side and the other in mums grip. There was nothing I could do. She could see it if she looked and I knew she must be looking. In fact she let out a physical jerk when she first saw it I’m sure. But I did not react. We continued like this for most of the film. She was getting a little cramped from being in one position and shifted so that she could put her legs out straight over the sofa to the floor whilst keeping my head more comfortably in her lap. The effect was to reveal rather more of her stocking tops for my unabashed view. I was delighted but did not know what to do. The effect of her heels was to raise her thighs a little higher so that I was even more ensconced in her folds resting the back of my head on her tummy.
“Are you comfortable Ian?”
“Lovely thank you mum.” I also had a T-shirt on and she moved her hand to my arm and stroked me up and down softly. The film got intense and I glanced up to see her looking at my erection just covered by my boxers. Just then the film ended. She suddenly hugged me and said, “Ian I’m off to bed. I’ll see you in the morning love.” With that she moved herself from my head and placed a cushion there instead. I didn’t move apart from saying good night.
After my erection disappeared I went to my bedroom, undressed and slipped beneath the single sheet as it was so warm. I lay on my back and slowly masturbated to the thoughts of the wonderful evening. I pushed the sheet back and continued playing with myself. Suddenly I saw the door knob being turned as I left the light on. Quickly I pulled the sheet over my prick but still held it as Mum walked into the room and came to my bedside still standing she remarked, “Ian I just wanted to come and give you a proper hug for such a wonderful evening.” She was wearing the same T-shirt but had taken off her skirt so that it came down to just the tops of her stockings and she had removed her sandals. “You have been such good company I feel really nurtured by you.” She leaned over and put her arms around me and pulled me tight against her lifting me off the mattress. I pulled my hand away from my prick and with both hands put them round her to also give her a tight hug. Her breasts were pressed tight into my chest. Because of her position and proximity to me, her hip was cleaving close to my hardon with only her T-shirt between us. I could do nothing about it. We must have both realised what was happening but she did not relent on her hold of me. I was alive with sheer desire. We shifted our heads slightly so that our mouths were almost touching. She moved first and ran a soft touch of her lips across mine. It was so slight, so gentle. She ran them back again over mine. She was taken with what she was doing. I didn’t press advantage in any way but let her drive the sheer sensuality of the lightest of touches across my lips. I was ecstatic. Suddenly the cleaving against my hardon had its effect. I suddenly without any warning came against her hip and released a load of spunk onto her T-shirt.
Mum suddenly realised what happened and withdrew aghast. I couldn’t understand her reaction as she retreated from my bedroom. I felt bereft and very guilty at her departure. I lay in bed for about half an hour and had to get up to pee. Creeping out into the hallway I quietly went to the bathroom. My prick was still wet from the residue of spunk. I sat down to pee without making a noise and directed it to the bowl. Finished I didn’t flush and started back to my bedroom. As I passed Mum’s room I found the door ajar and heard heavy breathing. Glancing in Mum was on top of the sheets with her legs straddled wide open. She had not shut the curtains. Although the bed lights were off there was sufficient light from the street to see her. She was slowly rubbing between her legs without her stockings and T-shirt. Naked as I had never seen her before, I was completely taken by the sight of her. It had not really occurred to me that she would be masturbating after her apparent trauma over me, but she was. I went rigid again as my prick responded to the scene. She looked totally engrossed in herself. I began to wank in rhythm with her. Yet I could not summon the courage to go in. I might spoil if for her or she might be angry with me. It did not occur to me that she would not mind my joining her. I was still shamed but excited. Erring on caution I remained still apart from my silent stroking.
Mum had one hand flitting across her nipples squeezing each in turn while her other hand was alternating high on her cunt and dipping into her hole. I noticed something else too. Her bum was slightly raised. Between her luscious thighs and buttocks I could see something dark. Slowly I saw she had something pressing between her buttocks. Astonished I could make out that something was sticking in her bum. She lifted herself slightly and then pressed down on the thing. It was the first time I ever say something being stuck in someone’s bum. Here she was doing it herself and able to be hands free as well whilst she concentrated on her cunt and nipples. That did it for me I shot my spunk again I was so excited. I had the nous to keep it quiet whilst I came but it did flow over the carpet. Just then she let rip with a huge gasp as she orgasmed along with fingering herself madly and leaping up and down on the rubber thing up her arse.
Retreating back to my room, closing the door behind me I inadvertently let it shut itself. Mistake. She must have heard the door. I slid into bed, crawling under the sheet trying to hide from the possible repercussion of Mum being mad at me and coming to rage at me for disturbing her. More important she must know I had witnessed her rubbing herself to cum.

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