Paul Watches his Mother having Sex - Incest/Taboo
After seeing her he wants more, and he gets it.
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I knew that I should have just smiled, and then walked past, but I couldn't help it, I had to stop and listen. I had heard my parents making love before, but this time it was a lot louder, probably because they hadn't closed the door properly. Normally I would have left them to it, but the shaft of light coming from the bedroom was too tempting. I could hear my Mother moaning, and my Father grunting. Should I take a look? My rising cock made the decision for me.
I had to move nearer to the door, because the gap was only a couple of inches. As I looked in, I tried not to think about the consequences of being caught. What I saw made it worth the risk. Mother was on her back, head to one side, and with her eyes closed. My Father was on top of her. He was holding her legs high in the air as he kept thrusting into her. The look on her face was sheer pleasure.
My hand was now on my cock as I watched them fucking. I didn't know how long they could keep going, but I wasn't going to last long. I started to masturbate quicker, then I froze, mid-stroke. Her eyes were now open, and she was looking at me. I tried to stay calm, there was no way she could see me, but why was she smiling?
"Fuck me hard, my cunt is ready to come."
My Father grunted something, then he lifted her legs even higher. As he finished her off, our eyes were locked together, until she closed hers when she climaxed. For a few seconds I stood there, cock in hand, then I came to my senses.
Back in my bedroom I frantically pumped my cock. In less than a minute I climaxed, wave after wave. I thought it would never end. Had she really seen me? If she had, then why hadn't she done something about it? An hour later I was still thinking about it, especially her saying 'cunt'. My Mother never ever uses any crude words. I had to masturbate again. This time it took ten minutes, but the climax was as good as the first one.
When I awoke the next day, my first thought was, 'Am I going to be in trouble?' As I went into the kitchen I was apprehensive, almost expecting to be told off. However, Father greeted me with a cheery, "Good Morning," and Mother gave me a big smile. I then joined Father at the table. After five minutes I relaxed, the conversation had been normal. So she hadn't noticed me watching them. I was relieved, but also disappointed. I thought we had shared an intimate moment.
That night I had to go to the bathroom again. I paused briefly at their door, but this time it was fully closed, and the only sound was snoring. The next night I did the same again. This was going to have to stop, I was becoming obsessed with it. It took some willpower, but I managed it. Now when I go to the bathroom I hurry past their room.
However, a week later I couldn't resist. The door was partially open again, perhaps even more than last time. I managed to go past without stopping, but on my way back from the bathroom I just had to take a look. I told myself one quick peek then I would go, but deep down I knew that was a lie.
This time Mother was sitting up. My Father was going down on her, and she had both her hands on his head. It looked as if she was holding onto him to make sure he didn't stop licking her. Her eyes were closed, but then she opened them. I stepped back, worried she had seen me. I waited a few seconds, then I had to look again. What I saw sent a shudder of excitement down my spine. She was looking at me, and this time I knew she could see me. She then smiled, I now had her approval to watch.
Still keeping her eyes on mine, she said, "It's now time to finish me off. Put three fingers deep up my cunt," then she hesitated before adding, "Or should it be four?"
I quickly nodded, and she smiled again.
"Yes make it four."
When she gave a loud groan, I knew she got what she had asked for.
I was now in a race with her to see who would climax first. I was frantically working my cock, but I wasn't worried about being heard, the noise she was making was loud enough to drown out any sounds from me. Two minutes later she exploded, her upper body going rigid, and her head shaking from side to side. She had won, but I was close behind. As soon as I had finished I left, I didn't want to be caught outside with a still hard cock straining against my now wet pyjama bottoms.
Back in bed, I had to play with myself again. This was new for me. Even though I am only nineteen, I normally needed at least an hour before I want to come again, but this time it was different. As I stroked my cock I thought about my Mother. This was the first time I had seen her naked tits. I had always admired them, not big, just a good handful, but nicely pear shaped. They looked good on her when she was clothed, but even more impressive without. If only I could get my hands on them, or my mouth on her nice suckable nipples. With that thought, I emptied my ball again. Five minutes after my second climax, I was tempted to try for a third, but I resisted. However, I had now decided that if she wanted to put on a show for me, then I was definitely going to watch. All thoughts about walking past that open door had now gone.
When I joined them for breakfast I knew nothing would be said about last night. Father had no idea I was there, he had been too busy between her legs to realise that I was outside the door, and Mother was more than happy for me to be watching.
"Three or four?"
I looked at her wide-eyed, was she referring to last night? Then she smiled.
"Slices of bacon."
I grinned back at her, before saying, "Just three. What about you?"
"I am greedy. I always need four to fill me up."
I looked across at Father, he was engrossed in the sports section of the newspaper. He probably hadn't even heard what we had said, and even if he had, it would have sounded completely innocent. After serving me, Mother joined us at the table.
"I am so clumsy."
She had knocked a fork off the table while reaching for her coffee.
"Be a darling and pick it up for me."
Father raised his head from the newspaper, but when he saw that she was looking at me, he lowered it and started reading again. I looked near her feet, it wasn't there. It must have gone under the table. I moved my chair out and crawled under.
"Can you see it?"
"No."
But what I could see was a lot of leg. She was sitting with them quite wide apart, and her skirt was high up on her thighs. As I crawled further in I got a better view, I could almost see her knickers.
"It might be under my feet. I'll move them."
When she did, I almost gasped.
"Can you see it now?"
I muttered a quick, "Yes."
It wasn't the fork I was looking at, it was her cunt. It was covered by a pair of skimpy white knickers that were stretched tight, but even so, it was still a highly erotic sight. I would have liked to stare at it all day, but I knew I only had a few seconds. My Father wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but even he would soon start to wonder why I was spending so long under the table. Reluctantly I picked up the fork, then I crawled out.
As I handed it to her, she said, "Thanks, next time when I drop it, I will make sure it's easier to find."
We both laughed at that, but Father shook his head as if we were mad. I had a strong feeling that there might be a next time, and if there was, the same thing would happen again, but this time she wouldn't be wearing any knickers. I couldn't wait for that to happen.
For the next three days I was away on a field trip with college. It had been arranged a couple of months ago, and I had been looking forward to it, that was until things had started happening at home between Mother and myself. I did enjoy it, but I was glad when I got back home.
As I stepped through the door I got a big hug from Mother. She seemed reluctant to let go. When she did eventually release me, she moved back, and then she looked me up and down.
"Did they feed you OK?"
"Yes, but it wasn't as good as your cooking."
That pleased her, and from the smile on her face I knew there was a feast waiting for me. An hour later we were eating, it was even better than I had expected. As I finished the last mouthful I patted my stomach.
"I hope you have room for dessert. It's ice cream."
I didn't need to reply, I just grinned. She knew I always had room for ice cream. She handed me the bowl, then she sat down at the table.
"Thanks, please pass me a spoon."
Father reached for one, but Mother got there first. She then leant across the table, and I put my hand out, but she dropped the spoon before I had hold of it. It fell onto my lap, and then onto the floor. I thought Father would make some sarcastic remark, but he didn't, he just gave a dismissive shake of his head. This time I didn't need asking, I knew she wanted me to retrieve it. That's why she had deliberately dropped it.
I quickly crawled under, full of expectations. I wasn't disappointed, her legs couldn't have been any wider apart. It was there in full view, and this time there was nothing covering it up. My Mother's naked cunt. I tried to take it all in, to get that image seared into my brain.
She had a full bush, almost wild, and her labia was impressive. I must have stared at her most intimate place for five seconds, or ten at the most, but if felt like minutes. Then I made my way out. Before standing up I picked up the spoon, I could have done that without going under the table.
As I ate the ice cream I glanced across at Mother, her face was a picture of innocence. Had she really shown me what she had between her legs? Yes, she had brazenly presented it to me, and I had looked at it like a thirsty man looks at a glass of water.
I went to my room as soon as I had finished eating. I was desperate to play with myself, but I resisted the urge. I wanted a climax, but I knew she would be putting on a show for me tonight. I wanted to come while I was watching them fuck.
While I waited for them to go to bed, I thought about her. I had always got lots of hugs and kisses from her, but nothing inappropriate, until now. Was that first time, when I had watched them making love, an accident? Had they just forgotten to fully close the door, or had she deliberately left a gap for me? If she had, then she would have known that it would be too tempting for me to resist.
After hearing them go to bed, I waited ten minutes before going to the bathroom. Their door was closed and there was no noise, I was bitterly disappointed. Back in my room I stroked my cock. I would have bet money that there would have been something to see. So that quick flash of her cunt was all that I was going to get today. I continued playing with myself, but my heart wasn't in it. After ten minutes I stopped. Half an hour later I still wasn't asleep, and I needed the bathroom.
Unsurprisingly, their door was still closed. However, on the way back it was open. As I quietly walked towards it, I had a huge grin on my face, but that wavered as I got near. There was a lot of noise coming from the room, but it was all snoring. I was confused.
When I peered in I smiled. Father was fast asleep, it was him who was snoring, but Mother was wide awake. She was sitting on top of the covers, and she was naked. Her legs were as wide apart as they had been when I was under the table, but this time she had a hand between them. She was playing with herself.
I pushed against the door, to open it wider so that I could get a better view. Mother looked worried, then she relaxed when she realised I wasn't coming in. For a minute or so I just watched, then I took my cock out. Mother gasped when she saw it. I don't have a ten inch monster that you see in porno movies, but it's a nice seven inches of thick meat. Enough to give a girl a good time, and from the look of delight on Mother's face, I would say it's bigger than my Father's.
We were now showing each other what we had, and what we could do with it. She was expertly fingering herself with one hand, and pinching each nipple in turn with the other, and I was slowly stroking my cock, pushing it towards her. The unspoken aim was for us to climax together.
I took my lead from her. When she started to rub her clit faster, I stroked my cock faster as well. She was now making a lot of noise, but not as much as Father was with his snoring. Five minutes later I was getting worried. I couldn't hold on much longer, but she still hadn't climaxed. I needed to let her know I was nearly there.
"I am going to come, rub your cunt harder."
I was worried that she hadn't heard me, but then there was a slight nod from her. The fingers on her clit were now a blur, and I was frantically stroking my cock. When I climaxed, she watched wide-eyed as I emptied my balls. After my final spurt she gave a loud groan, her fingers had done the job. She then closed her eyes, there was a look of pure pleasure on her face as her orgasm surged through her body. I just stood there, taking it all in.
My cock was now limp, and my hands were sticky with my juice. I didn't wait for her to open her eyes before going back to the bathroom. Five minutes later, when I passed her room again, the door was closed.
As I lay on my bed, I closed my eyes, but I knew getting to sleep would be difficult. I was too excited. Within a few days, it had gone from that first peek at my parents in bed, to my Mother fingering herself to a climax in front of me, while she watched me pleasure myself. What was going to happen next, and where would it end? Eventually I drifted off, and the next time I opened my eyes it was morning.
Today was Saturday, so no need to rush, but I was keen to go downstairs to see Mother. If I could get her alone, perhaps we could talk. I had no idea what I would say to her, but I felt I needed to say something.
When I entered the kitchen, she greeted me with her usual warm smile, and Father acknowledged me with his usual curt grunt, before getting back to his newspaper. I joined him at the table, then I ate my breakfast slowly. I was waiting for him to finish. It was another ten minutes before that happened.
As he was leaving, he announced, "I have some work to do in the garage."
We were now alone, but I was still working out what to say to her. However, before I could think of something, Mother spoke first.
"I have a job for you."
I had no idea what she wanted, but I was eager to please her, so I just said, "Yes."
"I can't reach that top cupboard."
"No problem, tell me what you want."
"I need to see what's in there. I'm going to stand on a chair," she then gave me a stern look, before adding, "Your job is to hold me so that I don't fall off."
I then moved the chair to where she wanted it. She managed to stand on it without my help.
"Hold me while I lean forward."
I hesitated, where should I put my hands?
"Paul, is there a problem?"
I quickly put my hands onto her waist. She was now stretching, so that she could see what was in the back of the cupboard, and I was holding her tight. When she bent forward even more, her bottom pushed against me, and my right hand was forced higher, to the edge of her tits. She then stopped. As my cock started growing, I waited for her to move again, but she didn't.
When I placed my hand on her bottom, she didn't complain, and when I put my other hand onto her tits, she gasped. Good, I was right, this was what she wanted, and I wanted it as well. I was now fondling her tits, searching for a nipple. It was already swollen, so it was easy to find. As I pinched it she started moaning. I then moved my other hand between her legs. That seemed to surprise her, but I don't know why? Even a young inexperienced woman knows, that when a man has touched her tits, he then wants her cunt. She seemed reluctant to open wider, so that I could get my hand where I wanted it to be. However, when I pushed harder she relented.
"Don't go inside."
I wasn't sure I would be able to resist, but for now I would do what she wanted.
As I rubbed her cunt, as best I could through her knickers, she started to rock against my fingers, slowly at first, then after a few seconds quite vigorously. She was now in control, and it wasn't going to be long before she climaxed. Two minutes later she was nearly there.
"Don't stop, I am going to come."
I had to smile. I wasn't really doing anything, she was doing all the hard work by thrusting against my fingers. However when she had her orgasm, it took all my strength to hold her, to stop her from falling. When she had finished, I helped her get off the chair. It was just in time, Father was now back, and he was looking concerned.
"Are you OK, you look a bit flushed?"
She was a bit red in the face, that's what a good climax can do to you.
"Just a bit dizzy, Paul has been holding me while I got something from the cupboard."
He accepted that explanation, without commenting. I wasn't sure if he was naive, or just stupid, probably both. He then joined us for a coffee. When he went back to do more work in the garage, Mother looked at me and then shook her head. She didn't have to say anything, I knew what it meant. What we had done was dangerous, we could have been caught. Next time we needed to be more careful.
It was another three days before anything else happened. We were all together watching television, Father in his favourite armchair, and me and Mother together on the sofa. It was completely innocent. Father dozed off with half an hour of the film left. He was soon snoring. I wanted to wake him, but Mother said no. She then turned the volume up.
Looking at me, she said, "Are you cold? It's getting a bit chilly."
I shook my head. She looked disappointed, and I didn't know why. Then I understood.
"I suppose it is a bit cold."
She then quickly got up and left the room. When she returned she was carrying a blanket. I smiled, I had guessed what she had gone for, and I was right. She was now sitting on the sofa again, but this time nearer to me, and our lower bodies were covered by the blanket.
"Isn't that better?"
Of course it was, but I didn't reply, I just gave her a cheeky grin. I then looked over at my Father. He had stopped snoring, but his head was tilted back, and his mouth was open. If we kept the noise down we should be OK, but really I didn't care, it was worth the risk.
As I pulled her skirt up, she opened her legs. My hand then went straight between them. I could feel the heat from her plump cunt through her knickers. I started to rub her as I had done before, but this time I wanted more.
I whispered, "Take them off."
'No, what if he wakes up?"
"We just stop."
She was thinking about it, but I couldn't see what the problem was. It was just as risky with or without her knickers on, and surely it would be better for both of us if it was without.
She then sighed, before saying, "OK, but just your fingers."
I assured her with a smile, and a quick nod.
But what did she think I was going to do, go down on her, or stick my cock up her cunt? I desperately wanted to do both of those things, but even I wasn't reckless enough to do them now, with Father only a few feet away.
After taking them off she put them under a cushion. This time when my hand went between her legs, there was nothing to stop me putting my fingers in her. However I took my time, first exploring her large lips, then slowly probing for her opening. When I pushed two fingers in she purred with pleasure. They went in, up to the knuckles without any resistance, because her cunt was so wet. Had I ever fingered a wetter one before, probably not, and we had only just started. Was she always this excited, or was it because it was her Son doing it to her?
"That feels good. Now fuck me with them, slowly."
She said 'fuck' as if it was just another word, but I still hadn't got used to her saying it.
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"And you had better add another finger," then she giggled before saying, "I am quite big down below."
Yes she did have a big cunt. Three fingers felt nice, and later on I would make it four. If I could get her worked up enough, I might even try to fist her, that would be a first for me.
As I moved my fingers in and out, she started to moan. That didn't surprise me, but what happened next did, she started to unzip me. I almost stopped her, but then I looked over at Father. His mouth was now closed, but he was still asleep, hopefully it was a deep sleep.
My cock was now out, and she had her hand wrapped around it. She then moved her hand slowly up and down, feeling its full length.
"You are a big boy."
There was pride in her voice.
"Bigger than your Father," then she giggled again, before adding, "And thicker, a lot thicker."
"Would you like to try it?"
She gave a quick, "Yes," but then she sighed before saying, "But not now."
I was now fingering her again, but this time I also had my thumb on her clit. I could tell she liked that, because she responded by stroking my cock faster.
"We need to hurry up."
I would have liked to take my time, but reluctantly I had to agree with her. If he woke up now it would be obvious to him what we were doing.
I resisted the urge to fist her, but I did make it four fingers. She now felt nice and tight, and she was moaning appreciatively. Her hand was doing wonders to my cock. She had a light touch, but it was doing the job. I was moving steadily towards a climax, and I knew it would be a big one.
Two minutes later I felt the sap rising, then I reached the point of no return. I closed my eyes as it all poured out, wave after wave. When my balls were completely drained I opened my eyes, Mother was smiling.
"You look as if you enjoyed that. Now you can finish me off."
I had forgotten about her needs. As soon as I had started to climax I had stopped playing with her. My fingers were still inside her, but they weren't moving, and my thumb was no longer on her clit.
I muttered a quick, "Sorry," which she found amusing, then I got back to pleasuring her. It took another five minutes before she reached it, but it looked to be worth the wait. Her body tensed and she closed her eyes. Her face was all contorted until her climax was over, then it relaxed into a smile, as she opened her eyes.
We quickly made ourselves decent, she even put her knickers back on. When we got up from the sofa, Father was still asleep.
"Do you want me to wake him?"
"No," then she laughed before adding, "He can sleep through anything."
This time in bed I didn't need to masturbate, the climax on the sofa was enough for one day. However I did get an erection when I thought about what we might do together in the next few days. I needed to get her alone, with enough time so that we could fuck without being caught. How good would it be, to get my cock deep up her cunt? With that thought in my head, and a smile on my face, I drifted off to sleep.
The next day Father was grumpy.
"You should have woken me up. I stayed in that chair until two in the morning, now I have a bad back."
I ignored him, but he got a, "Yes dear," from Mother.
He was still complaining ten minutes later, I was glad when he finished his breakfast. As soon as he had left the kitchen I went over to Mother, she was at the sink, with her back towards me. I put my arms around her and cupped her breasts.
She hissed, "NO," as she brushed my hands away, then she turned to face me and said, "We need to talk."
I moved back a step and waited, her face was stern, this was going to be a telling off. However, before speaking, she sighed, and then her face relaxed.
"It's my fault, I should have put a stop to it the first time you saw me."
"Why didn't you?"
She seemed surprised, but it was the obvious response to what she had just said. After a few seconds I got my answer.
Shrugging her shoulders she said, "Because I liked it."
This time when I put my hands on her tits, she let me keep them there for a few seconds. When she moved my hands, it was done gently.
"Not now, he might be back any minute. If he catches us there will be hell to pay."
I gave her my best cheeky grin, then I said, "When?"
Her face was now all screwed up, as she thought about it, then she smiled.
"Tonight at eleven, outside my bedroom."
I didn't know what she had in mind, but I knew it was going to be something special.
I went to bed at ten, but even though I had set the alarm on my phone for eleven, there was no way I was going to sleep. What if I slept through it? I decided I would read, but my mind wasn't on it, I kept checking the time every few minutes. When it was eventually eleven, I gave a deep sigh of relief.
As I approached the door I could hear my heart pounding, but there was no noise coming from the room. I stood outside, wondering what to do, then the door opened. That startled me, but she put a finger to her lips before I could speak.
In a low voice, she said one word, "Bathroom."
When we got there, my hands were all over her. She quickly pushed me away, but only so that she could take her nightie off. I removed my pyjamas, we were now both naked. Her nipples were already erect, and my cock was vertical. It was as hard, and as firm, as it had ever been.
"It's safer in here."
It was, but it would still take some explaining if Father found both of us together in the bathroom. However I had reached the point of no return, I was going to fuck her no matter what the consequences.
I went for her tits again, but this time with my mouth. When I sucked on her nipple, she tilted her head back and moaned. That encouraged me to suck harder. The harder I sucked, the louder she moaned. After a couple of minutes I switched to the other one.
"Play with my cunt."
I still hadn't got used to her using vulgar language, it shocked and exited me, in equal measures. When I ran my fingers along her slit she gave a deep guttural groan, it sent shivers down my spine.
"Finger me."
I didn't need asking twice. I rammed two fingers deep into her, she squealed with pleasure. She was very sticky, had she been fucked before I came to her? I tried to put that thought out of my mind, as I explored her cunt with my fingers.
"I need your cock."
She sounded desperate, time to give her what she wanted.
"You need to fuck me. I want it from behind."
It was a command, but one that I was willing to obey. She was quickly onto all fours, with her bottom pushed up high. I stood behind her, my hands pushing her cheeks apart so that I could get into her. When I positioned my cock at her opening she pushed back, eager for me to be inside her. I slowly entered her, only stopping when my balls were tight against her bottom. Then, after a few seconds to saviour the moment, I started to fuck her.
"You don't know how good this feels."
I did. I had been with a few women, not as many as I would have liked, but enough to know when it was good. And this was good. A friend at college had bragged to me once about having his sister, this was better. What son hasn't fantasised about fucking his Mother? But I was actually doing it.
I had started slowly, but I quickly upped the pace. She was now getting full strokes from my cock that was going deep into her. I had expected her to be very noisy, but she wasn't. I got the feeling she was controlling it. If she let it all out it would be too much, it might even wake Father up.
Five minutes later she was struggling to keep quiet, because her climax was building. Mine was as well. I was now leaning back so that I could push into her deeper. This was going to end soon. Then I heard footsteps.
Mother whispered, "Fuck, he's coming to the bathroom."
I froze mid-stroke, but only for a second. We were doomed, but I was determined to finish what I had started. There was a knock on the door.
"How long will you be?"
In a surprisingly calm voice, Mother said, "Not long," then she added, "Be a darling and get me a glass of milk."
Father muttered something under his breath, then we heard, "OK, but when I get back I need the bathroom."
As soon as I heard him going downstairs, I started fucking her as hard, and as fast, as I could.
"I am not going to be able to come now. You can, but you need to be quick."
I just grunted, my full concentration was focused on climaxing. A few strokes later I did. As soon as I had finished I pulled out. She quickly put her nightie on, then she opened the door.
As she was leaving, she turned to look at me and said, in a firm voice, "Stay there, and lock the door."
I hesitated for a split second, then I did what she had told me to do. I couldn't see how this would help us, but I had to trust her. A few seconds later Father was outside the bathroom door.
"Sorry, Paul has beaten you to it."
I heard him give a deep sigh, he sounded defeated.
"Here's your milk."
"Thank you darling."
Then, as Mother left, he knocked on the door.
"Won't be long pops."
"You had better not be."
He sounded as if he had got back some of his fighting spirit. I made him wait five minutes, because I could. When I opened the door he pushed passed me. He muttered something under his breath, but I ignored him, I was eager to go. I knew she would be waiting for me. She was, when I got to their bedroom, the door opened.
I was quick to apologise, "Sorry, I left you high and dry."
"Don't worry, your Father can finish what you started."
"What about..."
She completed the sentence for me, "All that stuff you poured into me?"
"Yes."
"I will make up some excuse to go back to the bathroom, so that I can clean up. He will be none the wiser."
She was now smiling.
"You had better go."
When I got back to my room, I slumped onto the bed, I was tired, I had given her my all in the bathroom. I was slightly disappointed that she hadn't reached it with me, but sometimes in life you don't always get everything you want. I had just had the best climax of my life, with my cock deep up my Mother's juicy cunt. I couldn't complain.
The next day I wasn't the only one with a smile on my face, they looked as if they had enjoyed themselves last night. They kept looking at each other and grinning, and when Father wasn't looking, I got the same from her as well. So everybody was happy. As soon as we were alone, she came up to me and whispered.
"He made me come twice."
It sounded like a challenge, so I responded with, "Only twice?"
She was still laughing when Father came back into the kitchen.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing dear."
When I started laughing as well, he just shook his head, then he made himself a coffee. He knew he was never going to get a sensible answer, so he hadn't bothered asking again.
The next few days were a disappointment. Now that we had gone all the way, I was expecting us to be intimate again soon. I might just be imagining it, but it seemed that she was avoiding me. Did she think we had gone too far, and was now regretting it? I needed to speak to her, but I was finding it difficult to get the opportunity to talk to her in private. At the weekend I managed to get her alone.
I just came out with it, "Do you want to stop?"
She looked surprised, and then she said, "No."
"Then why are you avoiding me?"
"I'm not, but we need to cool it for a bit. If we start screwing every day your Father is bound to find out. I married him because I loved him, not because he was clever, but even he will eventually figure it out if we are not careful."
I gave a deep sigh. I couldn't argue with what she had said, but it didn't ease my frustration.
"Just be patient, I have a plan."
I waited for her to tell me more, but she made me ask.
"I give in, what is it?"
"It's his birthday on Wednesday."
I opened my mouth, to tell her that I already knew that, but she continued before I could speak.
"I have bought him a present that we will all like."
I was now intrigued, and she had a smug look on her face.
"You know how he keeps saying he wants to get fit, to be more active."
I nodded. He does, but it's always just talk. He never does anything about it.
"I have paid for ten tennis lessons. He doesn't know it yet, but next Sunday is his first one. It's a two hour session, starting at nine. And then the same again for the next nine weeks."
She then put her hands on her hips. There was a look of triumph on her face, as she waited for me to tell her how clever she was, but I didn't say anything, instead I hugged her. I was reluctant to release her, but eventually I did.
"He will have a round trip of nearly an hour. So he will be away for three hours, plus whatever time it takes him to shower and change afterwards. That's plenty of time for us."
It certainly was.
"There is one other thing I want to say."
She was now looking serious, was it bad news?
"We have to stop doing things during the week. No trying to touch me up, no listening at the door, no..."
I held my hand up to stop her.
"I get the picture. It's just once a week, when he has his lesson."
"Yes."
I could live with that. For most of the week she would be my Mother, and I would be respectful. Nothing inappropriate would happen, but for those few hours on Sunday she would be my bitch, and I would make the most of it.
On Wednesday, I was the first to give Father his birthday present. It was a gardening book. I knew what to buy him because he had been dropping hints for the last two weeks, none of them subtle. He pretended to be surprised, which I found amusing, but I could see he was genuinely pleased with it. He then looked at Mother, expecting her to give him hers, but she had nothing in her hand. However she was smiling.
Looking at me, she said, "Tell him what I have got him."
"Entry to the Chicago Marathon."
His eyes widened, probably in horror.
"He's joking."
"Sorry, it's really entry to the London Marathon."
Now he just looked confused. I got a stern look from her, and then an angry shake of the head.
I then said, "Tennis lessons."
When he saw she was nodding, he knew it was true.
"Wow."
He sounded very happy with that.
Time seemed to drag, but eventually Sunday arrived. I was up early, at six, I just couldn't sleep. I went downstairs for a coffee. Half an hour later Mother joined me.
"I will wake him at seven thirty, he wants breakfast before he goes."
When he got up, we all ate together.
"What are you two going to be doing while I am having my lesson?"
It was an innocent question, but it made me feel uncomfortable.
"I might do some cooking," then looking at me, she said, "What about you Paul?"
"I have that essay to finish."
As soon as he left I wanted to start, but she made me wait fifteen minutes, in case he came back because he had forgotten something. When we got to her bedroom my hands went straight for her tits, but she brushed them off.
"I have forgotten to do something. I won't be long."
She wasn't.
"I have put the chain on the door. If he comes back before we have finished he will have to knock."
"But won't he be suspicious?"
"No, I will tell him somebody came to the door. I put the chain on before opening it to speak to them, and that I must have forgotten to take it off."
My Father might not be clever, but my Mother certainly was.
This time I kept my hands to myself, instead I leant forward and kissed her. She seemed hesitant, but when I did it again, with more passion, she responded by opening her mouth. I pushed my tongue in. A few seconds later she forced it out, but only so that she could put her tongue into mine. For the next five or ten minutes, I was losing track of time, we took turns doing this.
It felt good, but it was now time to do more. When I squeezed her breasts she gasped, then she said, "Take my top off."
I took a step back from her, and then I started on the first button. I took my time with it, then I did the same to the other four. It was now off, and I was staring at her tits, covered by a pretty white bra. I looked up at her, and she nodded. It was time for that to come off as well. I reached behind her, so that I could unhook it, but she stopped me. She wanted to do it. When it was off, she put her hands behind her back, and thrust her chest out. What she was telling me was obvious, 'These are yours to play with, do what you want with them'.
I started by teasing her. Stroking and touching all parts of them, except for the nipples. They were already swollen, ready to be touched, or sucked, but I made her wait. After a few minutes she could wait no longer, one of her hands went for a nipple, but I grasped it before she could touch herself. I held it firm as she pleaded with her eyes, but I didn't give in. When I released her hand, she didn't try again. I then got back to playing with her tits, but this time I was quickly onto her nipples.
As I sucked deeply on one of them, I pinched and pulled on the other. She almost screamed with pleasure. She was now holding my head, as if she was worried that I would pull away from her, but there was no chance of that. I only moved my head when I wanted to service the other nipple. I would have liked to continue doing this for longer, but when my jaw started to ache, I knew it was time for something else.
At first, when I tried to raise my head, I couldn't, but then she released me. For what I now had in mind, I needed to get her skirt and knickers off. When I tried to unzip her, she stepped back.
"Let me do it, it will be quicker."
As soon as her knickers were off, I was pushing her down onto the bed. That surprised her, and she giggled.
"Somebody is very eager."
I was more that eager, I would have walked over hot coals to get to what was between her legs. As quickly as I could, I pushed her legs apart, then I went down on her.
"That tickles."
She giggled again, but it quickly turned into a moan when I found her sweet spot. As I licked and sucked her clit, I pushed two fingers into her. She was so wet I don't think she noticed, but she did when I added another.
"That's good, but if you want to make it special you need to play with my bottom as well."
Tentatively, I rubbed her bum hole with a finger. I was not sure what she wanted me to do, but I had a feeling she was going to tell me. A few seconds later she did.
"Just one finger, and not too deep."
When I put it in, she purred with pleasure.
"That's perfect. Now don't move your fingers, any of them. I just want you to concentrate on my clit."
I mumbled, "OK", to her, as best I could. It's difficult to speak when you have a mouthful of cunt.
I might only be nineteen, but I prided myself on being good with my tongue. Despite my tender years, I had learnt a few trick, all of which I was now using on her. I could have given her a climax within a few minutes, but I was taking my time. When I sensed she was becoming too excited, I eased off. She would get her orgasm, but only when I wanted her to, and it wouldn't be with my tongue, it would be with my cock.
"You do know I can't take much more of this. I need to come."
I was tempted to keep her waiting for longer, but I had been between her legs for at least fifteen minutes, so it was time to move on. As I struggled to take my trousers off, I cursed the fact that I hadn't done that at the beginning. There was now a look of frustration on her face. If I didn't get into her soon, she would go off the boil.
"For fucks sake hurry up."
As soon as my cock was free, I didn't waste any time. I pushed her legs high, almost to her shoulders, then, without any hesitation, I rammed my cock into her, only stopping when my balls smacked against her. I felt good being so deep in her.
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"Fuck me."
I then did, hard and strong. At times it was almost brutal, but she didn't complain, instead she moaned and groaned, and at times she even grunted. Now that there was no chance we would be caught, she had turned the volume up. I had been with some noisy women before, but she was on a different level to them. I liked it, this was pure animal sex.
Five minutes later we were still going strong. We were both breathing heavier than before, but it felt as if our climax was still a long way off. However that soon changed, for me at least. I could now feel a stirring in my balls, I was getting close to reaching it.
"Can you come?"
She grunted something that sounded like, "Yes," then I heard her say, "But you need to fuck me harder."
I wasn't sure that was possible, but I would give it my best shot. I pushed her legs higher, only stopping when they were on her shoulders, then I thrust into her. For a second or two, it took her breath away.
"That's it, keep doing it."
On the third stroke I came, but I managed another one while I was ejaculating. Her body then tensed, and I smiled out of relief, she was now climaxing as well. While she did, she made a lot of noise, and there was also a lot of swearing. When she went quiet I knew she had finished. I quickly pulled out of her, then I gently lowered her legs.
We lay beside each other for at least five minutes without talking, both of us enjoying the stillness after having frantic sex. I was the first to speak.
"So we can do this every Sunday?"
"Yes, in lots of different positions."
We stayed on the bed for another ten minutes, then we showered. We did it together, that was a first for me. I liked it, but it wasn't practical. If this was going to become a regular thing, then we needed a bigger shower cubicle.
When Father eventually returned, we were together in the living room watching television. He had a big smile on his face.
"I didn't think I was going to enjoy it, but I did," then he added, "And the instructor said that I was a natural."
He looked pleased with himself, so I didn't tell him that he probably said that to everybody. When he left the room, to make himself a coffee, I looked at Mother, she smiled, and I knew what it meant. It had all turned out as planned, and we would be able to do this every week, well for at least another nine.
But what would happen when his lessons ended? I didn't know, but what I did know is that we would continue.
Mother would have a plan!
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