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238. A Massage For Mom's Headache (28k)

A Massage for Mom's Headache - Incest/Taboo

A simple neck massage became complicated.

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This story is set in a small town in the UK and written in UK English.

All people depicted in this story are fictitious and over the age of 18.

I could hear my parents again -- no, not doing that - arguing I meant.

As long as I can remember, my mom and dad have argued at home, but never in public. It is never violent, and it seems to have turned into a habit more than anything. A long time ago, I stopped listening to what it was about each time, and it became just a background noise. Why they do it I don't know.

My mom Kate, is my dad's second wife, and he is quite a bit older than her. She had me quite soon after they got married, so I am guessing that she is about 37, whereas he is more like in his late forties. They seem to get on fine, despite the arguing, but I would have thought it would be wearing to be disagreeing about everything.

She likes exercising, either at the local swimming pool, playing tennis, or running, and she seem to keep herself in good health that way. Dad prefers golf, and often goes off to play with his colleagues from work. He has asked me to go with him a few times, but it doesn't really hold much interest for me.

I have a good homelife, and being an only child, haven't really wanted for anything, as my dad has a good job, although he often works long hours.

My mom is a good cook, keeps the house tidy, provides clean clothes and a myriad of other things moms do, that we often take for granted. She dresses like most women of her age I guess, nothing too flashy, but always smart. Apart from that I can't say I observed her much, she was just my 'Mom'.

That opinion changed suddenly one day.

On my 18th birthday, that happened to fall on a weekend in the summer, Mom and Dad decided to give me a barbecue party in the evening. I invited some of my friends, and a few relatives turned up too. There was lots to eat, and now that I was legally allowed to drink, (not that it had stopped me before,) there were various beers and other drinks available.

The evening was in full swing and I was just walking across the lawn to go and chat to some relatives, when I saw two of my friends, their backs towards me, deep in conversation, their attention focussed towards the house. I overheard part of what they were saying and slowed down to catch more.

"His mom's a looker, isn't she?" Micky said.

"Yea, you're not wrong there, look at how that dress hugs her tight bottom." Chris replied, taking a swig of his beer, "and those tits don't sag do they. They're not as big as I like, but I wouldn't mind getting my hands on those," he chortled.

"I don't know what she sees in her old man, I bet I could satisfy her better," Micky replied, laughing quietly.

"I'd have a go too if she wasn't Pete's mom, she is definitely fit in more ways than one," he added.

"Oh, dream on," Mike retorted, "let's go and get some food before it all goes."

They started to saunter off towards the house, and I was just about to go and remonstrate with them, friends or not, for talking so disrespectfully about my mom like that, when I saw what they had been staring at.

I had an epiphany moment.

My mom was coming from the house carrying a plate of meat for the barbecue. Her tight red dress that ended mid-thigh, was rising and falling, exposing more and less thigh, as she carefully negotiated some steps. I could see that the back of her dress had criss-crossed thin straps, that then went over her shoulders, to hold the dress up, but her back was bare underneath that. It was low cut and straight across at the front, with just a hint of the top of her breasts and the valley in-between showing. She had matching shoes with a bit of a heel that gave her calves a great shape. I had never thought of my mom in this way before, but now I could see what they had meant, although that didn't really excuse how they had been talking.

No one was taking any notice of me as I continued to watch my mom. She walked more quickly back to the house now that she had been relieved of the plate. Her dark hair, just brushing her shoulders, swished back and forth and shone when it caught the light of the sun that was low in the sky now. As she climbed back up the few steps towards the kitchen door, her dress again slid way up each of her thighs, exposing her long toned legs, the dress tightly hugging the curves of her bottom.

I was a bit embarrassed that I was feeling my cock stir at the sight of her; I hadn't even thought about my mom in that way ever, and now I had seen her as a very sexy woman and not just a mom. I was a bit confused, but the sight had stirred my hormones and got me excited, so I decided to take a closer look at her around the house in the next few days.

I looked around to check no one was looking at me and wonder what I was staring at, but it was all clear, as most people were making their way to get some food, the aroma of which dragged me there too.

During the following days, I took much more notice of what my mom was wearing and tried surreptitiously to get any glimpse I could of more of her body. I increased the frequency and duration of our normal hugs, relishing the feel of her firm breasts squashed against me and wondering what they might look like.

One day, I thought I had gone too far. She was wearing her short, white, tennis skirt, that contrasted with, and showed, lots of tanned leg. She also had on a tight, white, tennis top, that clung to her breasts, the whole outfit making her look much younger.

"Pete," she said, after a slightly prolonged hug, "it's nice to be hugged now and then, but I don't think you know your own strength, you keep squashing me."

"Oh, sorry Mom, I errr, just wanted you to know how much I appreciate what you do for me, and I don't think I have shown it in the past." I said, making it up on the spot, and blushing a little at almost being found out.

"Well, that's nice of you to say so, you seem to be more mature since your birthday, it's good to see. Come here and give me another hug, but not so hard." she said, smiling and holding her arms open.

I moved into her arms and closed mine around her without squeezing too hard, rubbing my hands up and down her back. I could feel her firm breasts pushed against me, and her taut stomach touching mine. I felt my cock stirring, not just at the feeling, but at the thought of how close my body was to hers. I had to cut the hug short as I was sure my cock would rise to a full erection that she would easily feel, and that might take some explaining away.

"I'll see you later," she said, as I released her and she bent over to pick up her sports bag, inadvertently giving me a glimpse of her white tennis panties, then leaving the house.

I immediately went up to my room to fill a tissue, thoughts of her body and how it had touched mine, swirling round in my brain.

For the next few days, I heeded her warning and didn't push the hugging too much, although once, just before bedtime, I gave her a 'goodnight hug' when she was wearing only her short, thin, bathrobe and nightdress, and I am sure I felt her nipples against my chest through the layers, although maybe it was just my youthful lust deceiving me. I did however watch more closely and catch glimpses of more leg, and occasionally panties, if she didn't sit too carefully. All of this being fodder for my night time wanking sessions.

About two weeks later, on a Saturday, I surfaced at around 10 am and went down to get some breakfast in my usual baggy sleep-shorts and T shirt. I had heard them arguing again earlier, and didn't think anything of it, but found Mom by herself sitting at the kitchen table, still in her bathrobe. She had her elbows on the table supporting her head, and was massaging her temples with her fingers.

"Mom, are you ok?" I asked, as this was unusual.

"Yes, don't worry."

"Is Dad about?" I said, popping some bread into the toaster and pouring some coffee.

"No, he should be, but he's gone to play golf again, we were going to do something together today, but he seems to prefer golf ," she said, a bit peeved.

"Oh, emmm, well, is there anything I can do?" I offered.

"Not unless you can get rid of this headache," she replied, rubbing her fingers up and down the back of her neck.

"Can I get you some pain killers then?"

"Already taken a couple, just waiting for them to kick in."

I was quiet for a moment.

"Would you like me to massage your neck for a while, it might help," I ventured.

"Oh no, I don't want to bother you with it, I am sure you have things planned."

"No, really," I said, moving behind her, "let me see if it helps."

"You really don't mind?"

"Of course not," I said, placing my hands on her shoulders.

"Do you know what to do?"

"Well I'm not an expert, but how hard can it be."

"Ok," she said, "it's worth a try."

"Just sit up straight, close your eyes and let me do the work," I said.

I started by moving my fingers gently up into her hair, massaging her scalp, and wow, even I could feel how tight the skin was there. I used both hands, rotating my fingers and gently moving her scalp around.

After few minutes, she seemed to relax a little, " Hmmm, you're not bad at this, that feels really good," she said, quietly.

"Don't talk, just relax and think nice thoughts," I instructed her.

As my fingers moved around through her hair, the movement sent occasional smells of fresh coconut shampoo wafting around. It was a nice clean smell, that coming from a woman's hair, in itself, was slightly sensuous.

I moved down towards her neck, noticing for the first time that it was long and slender, sloping gently down to her shoulders as if it had been carefully crafted. I ran my fingers down each side then back up to her temples, rotating them all the time.

"Mmmm," she sighed.

I knew then that what I was doing was on the right path, so I continued with that for a while.

As I stood there behind her, putting a little more pressure from my fingers onto her neck, I looked down over her shoulder, and I suddenly realised that her bathrobe had bunched a little at the front. I could see down to where the tops of her breasts, partially covered by the top of her lacy nightdress, were just visible in the shadows. My cock instantly started to stir, but I wasn't too worried, as I was behind her, and she wouldn't be able to see. Touching her skin so intimately was having as much of an exciting effect on me, as it was having a relaxing one on her.

The trouble is that that stirring also awoke a little voice in my head that said, 'why don't you massage her shoulders, she is enjoying it, she won't mind, you might be able to see more'.

I didn't think that was too bad an idea, after all it would just be shoulders, nothing more.

Gingerly, I extended my massaging fingers down and under her bathrobe across her shoulders, teasing the tight muscles either side of her neck. She still sat there with her eyes apparently closed and didn't react in any way.

My cock got harder and the voice spoke again, 'go on, you can go further, slip it off her shoulders so you can do it properly, she'll understand'.

With some trepidation, I eased one side of her bathrobe off her shoulder and halfway down the top of her arm.

That got a reaction

"Why have you done that?"

"I just thought that your shoulders feel so tight, and I can't get at them with it in the way, I don't have to do that if you don't want," I said, giving her the option.

"Oh I see, hmmm, well you are doing a great job and I am feeling much more relaxed," she said, "so I'll slip both of them down just a bit," she added, loosening her belt and shuffling her shoulders, until both were bare apart from the thin straps of her nightdress.

"Is it ok," I mumbled, "if I err, just push these there too?" I asked, carefully sliding both thin straps to where her bathrobe was off her shoulders.

"It feels like you have anyway," she said, light-heartedly, "but no more."

As I started on her shoulders and across the small piece of exposed back, I again looked down her front. Now I could clearly see the valley between her breasts and the slight swell as they separated. The lacy top of her nightdress still covered most of them, but straining to see in the dim light down there, I fancied there was a hint of something darker, lower down, that I could discern through the semi-transparent lace. I wondered if it was part of her nipple or the area surrounding it.

"Everything ok?" she asked, and I realised that I was so intent on looking, that I had stopped massaging for a moment.

"Yes, yes," I stuttered, " I was just, just thinking how smooth your skin is," I bluffed.

"For my age you mean?" she said, as a faint blush crept up her neck, and I felt she was smiling.

"Nooo, of course not," I emphasised, and resumed moving my hands across her shoulders, trying to find any tight muscles.

It was a new experience to be touching my mom's skin so intimately. I know, it was only her shoulders, but it felt like a part of her body I shouldn't be touching, and my cock thought the same, pressing hard against the chair back through my sleep shorts, I found I could get a little friction against it if I moved surreptitiously back and forth a little.

The voice was back, 'go on then, move your hands further down, she is enjoying it, she won't mind, but if she does, she will tell you to stop...go on.. try it'.

I wasn't sure if I should, it might cause all sorts of problems, but I was excited and the voice was persuasive. I want to see if she would let me touch more.

After a few more moments had past, I plucked up the courage to slide my hand over her shoulder and massage her upper chest, just below her collar bone, moving my fingers amongst the small muscles there.

"Err, I don't think my headache is there," she said, in a slightly jokey way.

"Well," I said, with a dry mouth, clearing my throat, "I think I read somewhere or saw some bit of a video that said the neck muscles extend around here and it helps to release the tension."

"I don't know," she said, "but it sounds like it might be true, it certainly feels like it is all connected."

She said no more, so I continued to move my hands across and around, making sure I didn't go too far down, but relishing the feel of her skin under my fingers. I was getting enough friction against my cock from the chair back to make it feel really good, and was letting my imagination take me to where I might be actually rubbing her breasts and nipples.

Was I actually hearing a voice or was it just my thoughts, 'why not do it then, go further down, you know you want to, she is loving it, she likes it...go on, see what happens'.

Should I , I argued with myself, I was so turned on, it made sense that she was letting me go this far, so maybe...

Trembling slightly, I moved my hands further down, light as a feather, brushing the lacy top of her nightdress and when I got no reaction, I let my finger just slip under it an inch.

Now I could feel where the small muscles of her upper chest changed to the softer beginnings of her breast. My fingers brushed over the slight dip where the valley between them started. I thought that at any moment she would stop me, but all I could hear was her slightly faster breathing, her head lying back against me over the back of the chair.

As I moved my hands to the side, I could feel the start of the swell of her warm breasts, and knew I could only be about a fingers length from the area where her nipples must be. I looked harder down there, and was sure that now there were bumps pressing outwards against the thin material of her nightgown. I realised that they must be her nipples, and that they were now erect.

Oh God, I was almost touching her breasts, her nipples had become erect, and she was not stopping me.

Slowly, I inched my way down, with the pretence of the massage keeping us both outside of any deliberate sexual touching.

My finger had just touched a slight bumpy bit of skin, different to the rest, when she jumped.

"What's that noise?" she said, startled.

I heard the sound of tyres on gravel, and looking up and out of the kitchen window that faced the driveway, I saw my dad's car pulling onto the drive.

Damn, damn, damn, I thought, quickly pulling my hands from my mom's nightdress.

"He must have changed his mind," my mom said, in what sounded like a slightly annoyed voice, "I expect your toast is cold now, but you had better take to your room. Thank you for that massage, my headache is so much better, I didn't know you were that good, I'll have to call on you again when I get another one," she added, straight-faced.

"Sure," I said, "anytime," turning to hide my erection, as I picked up my plate and cold coffee to leave the room, "glad I could be of some use."

She turned and looked me in the eye, giving me a slightly strange look.

I went straight up to my room, and just before closing the door, heard the outside door downstairs close and some sort of conversation going on in the kitchen.

Ignoring my cold breakfast, I started to relieve my aching cock. The thoughts of how close I had come to touching my mom's nipples fresh in my head. Damn, I was so near to them and I wondered if she would have let me, but in my fantasy, she did of course, and it wasn't long before long ropes of fresh cum were spewing into the tissue I had ready.

The next few days were just like any other. Mom never said or hinted at anything to do with that morning and I hugged her as before without any change in her attitude. It seemed as though it was a one off that she either didn't think significant, or didn't want to think about. I didn't know which, so I didn't mention it either.

The following Saturday, I was enjoying a longer stay in bed than during the week, when unusually there was a knock on my bedroom door.

"Are you decent?" I heard my mom say, from behind the door.

"Umm, yea, you can come in."

There was a slight delay, then my mom came into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"I'm sorry to disturb your lie-in," she began, "but I have a bad headache again, and your dad has had to go into work today, so I can't ask him."

"Errr, ask him what?" I said a bit sleepily, rubbing my eyes awake.

"If he would massage my neck a bit to help me get rid of it."

"Oh, yes, I see," I said, understanding dawning now.

"I don't like taking too many pain killers, so I asked at the Chemist's shop if there was an alternative, and they recommended one of those essential oils, lavender they said," she paused. "They said that the smell, as well as gently massaging it into the affected area was often very beneficial, so I bought some to try."

"Hmm, ok, that sounds a good idea." I said, still wondering why she was telling me.

"Yes, well, I have tried massaging it myself, but it is not easy, so, I was wondering, as you did such a good job last time, if you wouldn't mind helping me again," she finished, blushing slightly.

Now that I was more awake, I noticed as she was talking, that she had a bottle of something in her hand. She had her short bathrobe pulled tightly round her, covering down to just above her knees, and with just a small amount of her nightdress showing at the bottom and in the 'V' near her neck.

"You have to just add a few drops to a massage oil," she continued quickly, "which I have done." She held up the small bottle. "But it will be a bit oily."

"You want to do it now? I asked, thoughts already starting to form in my head about touching her again.

"If you really don't mind," she replied, "here is as good as anywhere I think."

I didn't want to appear too eager, but I also didn't want to pass this opportunity by. "Yes, I am glad to help, but I only have my sleep-shorts and T shirt on."

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"Oh, that's ok, if any oil goes on them, I can wash them easily," she said, not really getting the point.

"I'll err, just go and wash my hands," I said, starting to slip out of bed, making sure nothing was showing and heading for the door.

"Bring one of the bath towels back, we can lay it on the bed to protect it." she said, pragmatically.

"Ok, I won't be long, I said over my shoulder, realising that I needed to empty my full bladder too.

I did what I had to do, made sure my hands were clean, and made my way back to my room carrying the towel, as instructed.

Mom was sitting on the bed, rubbing the back of her neck, but stood up when she saw me.

"I was thinking we could lay this on the bed here," she said, taking the towel from me and spreading it longwise, along the edge of the bed.

I watched, standing there in just my sleep shorts and T shirt, as she spread it out with her hands, her bathrobe riding higher up the back of her legs as she stretched out to flatten the furthest edge. My cock was already stirring at the sight and the thought that my mom was here in my bedroom in her nightclothes, asking me to again massage her skin. I tried hard to think of something else to stop myself getting a huge erection that she might see.

"That's good now," she said, totally oblivious to my state, satisfied that the towel covered the area where oil might reach. "Shall I just lie on my front like this? she asked, climbing onto the bed with her knees, then arranging herself parallel to the edge of the bed.

"I guess that'll work," I said, "but.."

"What?"

"Well, ummm, I can't easily use something oily with your bathrobe right on your neck," I said, truthfully.

"Hmm, no, that's true, of course, just help me slip it down past my shoulders like last time, I am sure that will be enough," she replied, putting her hands underneath her to loosen the waist tie.

Happy to oblige, I leaned down and slid both sides down from her shoulders, taking the nightdress straps with it. I kept sliding it down her arms, exposing more of her back.

"I think that's enough for now," she commented, when she felt the cooler air on her bare shoulders and half of her back. "The mixture is on the bedside table there, I hope it, and your hands, are not too cold," she said, jokingly.

I had managed to expose more skin than last time, and I was starting to feel excited at the thought of my fingers on her. I poured a little oil into one hand and let it warm up a little, then rubbing my hands together briefly, started to massage her exposed slim neck.

I have to admit, it did smell nice and I could see how it would be relaxing. As I gently rubbed around her neck area and down onto her shoulders, the warmth from her skin made it smell even stronger. As before, I could feel all the tension in her tight muscles, but gradually, as I pressed a little harder, I felt some of them begin to ease.

"Mmm, yes, that's feeling a little better already," Mom said quietly, her forehead buried in one of my pillows, "keep doing that for a while if you can."

It was fortunate that to keep her head straight and her neck exposed, she had her head in my pillow, as by now, regardless of how I tried to control it, my cock was rock hard and vertical, attempting to escape through the top of my shorts.

Gradually I eased my massage lower down her back, always returning to her shoulders, but also spreading out sideways.

Mom just lay there, obviously more relaxed. I guessed that the combination of the lavender oil and my hand motion was doing the trick for her. I continued my ministrations putting a little more pressure on my fingers, and now covering the whole of the exposed area of skin.

'Why don't you see if you can pull her clothes down a bit further?' the voice in my head whispered.

It would be good if I could I thought, but would she stop me, would she be mad, I wasn't sure I should even try?

'You could try,' it said immediately, 'what's the worst that can happen, she just stops you, it's not a big deal is it?'

Hmm, put that way, I was starting to think it was worth trying.

Mom gave a gentle sigh of contentment and that swung it for me.

Wiping the ends of my fingers on the towel, I gripped the edges of her bathrobe that were resting halfway down her arms and attempted to pull it further down.

"What are you trying to do," she asked, after a few moments.

"I just thought I could feel a lot of tension a bit lower down that I could try to release," I said, making it all up to sound plausible, "but I don't want to get your clothes covered in this oil," I finished, knowing it was a meek excuse in truth.

"Oh, I am not sure that's necessary really," she started, then paused, obviously thinking about it, "but I am feeling much better from what you are doing, and I wouldn't mind a little more, if your hands aren't too tired?"

"No, I'm fine," I said, wondering how I could persuade her, "it was just a thought that it might help more, it doesn't matter."

"Ok then, how about I just take my arms out of the sleeves, and then it will pull down to my waist, would that give you enough room?"

"Emmm, yes, if you are ok with it," I stuttered, hardly believing my luck.

'See I told you,' the voice said, as I helped my mom free her arms and fold the robe down as far as her waist.

My cock was still rock hard and weeping a few drops of pre-cum, that was being soaked up by my loose T shirt covering the swollen head from view.

"Have you changed you mind?" Mom suddenly asked, as I hadn't touched her back.

"No, of course not, but..."

"But what?"

"Well, your back is still covered by your night thing." I said.

"Right, yes of course." She paused, thinking again. "In for a penny," she continued, "just do the same as with the robe then."

She obviously wanted this massage, and was giving me access to her whole back, but of more interest to me, it meant that her breasts would be bare against my bed, and I wondered how much I might get to see, or even touch, if I was a bit 'careless'.

She lifted up slightly so that the nightdress straps could be pulled down and off her arms, and then the top pulled down to match the robe at her waist. She then lay back down, putting her arms up so she could rest her forehead on them. With her stretched this way, I could see her cleanly shaved armpits and the sides of the curve of her breasts just visible at each side.

I quickly got to work spreading the fragrant oil over her back, and using my fingers to move up and down her spine, then out towards each side. I added a little more pressure in stages, until I could feel the muscles rippling under my fingers.

"Mmmm, oh that's so nice and soothing," she said quietly, "it seems you have a natural talent for this."

"Good," I replied, "as long as it is working."

"It is, but don't get too tired, you can stop whenever you feel like it."

My back was beginning to ache a little from bending over, but I had no intention of stopping just yet; touching my mom's skin in this way was very sensuous, and I wondered if I could move my hands round to the sides a little more, to where her breasts were.

'Of course you can,' the persuasive voice in my head encouraged me.

I thought I would see how she would react if I tried something else first.

"Mom, is it ok if I just straddle your legs so I can carry on, only this position is a bit awkward to do the whole of your back?"

"If it is easier for you, that's ok," she said, a little dreamily I thought.

Without hardly breaking my massage, I climbed onto the bed and put my knees outside her thighs, then slowly sat down, making sure not to put too much weight on the back of her legs.

With her robe ending just below her knees, I could feel the skin of her lower legs directly against mine. It felt very erotic to be stroking the bare skin of her back with our legs touching, and my hard cock only a short distance away from her bottom.

Now that I could lean forwards and slide my hands up her back and down the sides more easily, I gradually extended the sideways range, until my fingers were just grazing the edges of her breasts.

She didn't react, but the voice did, 'Touch them a bit more, she likes it,' it said in my head.

I wanted to, but dare I? I didn't want to ruin it completely if she got mad at me.

Tentatively and with slightly trembling hands, I risked it and firmly stroked along the side of her breasts, feeling the difference in softness and the warmth emanating even from the just the sides of them.

I heard an intake of breath from Mom, and expected a tirade of accusations, or at least an end to the massage, but apart from the loud breath, she didn't do anything. I didn't know what to think, surely she wasn't going to let me fondle her breasts -- was she? 'Try it again, do a bit more, see what she does,' I heard, or thought I heard, from within my head.

I did it.

Instead of running my hands up the centre of her back, I slid them up the sides. My fingers were just between her body and the towel on the bed. As expected, I soon encountered her breasts, then continued on up, dragging my fingers over more of them. I felt the texture change as just the very tips of my fingers skimmed her areola and nipples.

Another intake of breath.

I was trembling and breathing a bit quicker too, probably the adrenaline pumping through my system with the fear of what she might do when she felt me groping her.

To my astonishment, she still didn't do anything, and let me do the same when I moved my hands back down her sides. I wanted to try more on the next stroke, and could hardly believe it when I felt her just raise her body slightly, so that her full weight wasn't squashing them onto the towel as much.

My hands were able to go further under her now, and neither of us could be in any doubt about what I was about to do, as I moved them up and passed them completely over her breasts, feeling her hard nipples against each of my fingers in turn.

Christ, I was touching my mom's nipples, and she was letting me; it was far more than I had thought would happen. I felt my cock pulse and I was scared I might come, I was so excited.

Apart from our rapid breathing, the silence was deafening.

Without any pretence of massaging her back now, I slid my hands under her front at each side taking my weight on my forearms, cupping both her breasts in my hands. I found her nipples and gently explored them with my thumb and forefinger, teasing the hard nubs.

She sighed more loudly, but didn't make any other acknowledgement. I was in lustful heaven.

Lying on my forearms had brought my hard cock to rest against her bottom. There were of course several layers of clothes between us, but the urge to move my hips and rub it against her was almost overwhelming. I didn't know if she could feel it resting there through them, but if she did, she didn't say or do anything.

As I lay almost on top of her, my hormone fuelled thoughts were to rip off her robe and plunge my cock up to the hilt in her, but I couldn't allow even my mischievous and devious voice to persuade me to go that far. So, surreptitiously, I just moved my body gently, so that my cock-head got some friction, although it was only through our clothes. I was sure I could just feel the slightest movement of my mom's hips, but it could have just been my trembling that made it feel that way.

At any moment I thought she would call a halt, but after several minutes of feeling, touching, teasing and cupping her firm breasts and nipples, she hadn't said a word. and apart from the occasional quiet sigh, not made a sound.

I really wanted to see what I was touching, but I didn't know how to get to that stage, and I was scared that if I broke the spell, it would be all over.

'Ask her to turn over so you can do her front,' I heard .

No, I couldn't do that, she would be naked to the waist I am sure she won't go that far.

'Are you such a wimp?' it said.

I was still enjoying the slight friction on my cock and the warmth of her breasts in my hands, with my thoughts in turmoil about what to do. I knew we wouldn't be disturbed for a long while as Dad usually stayed in the Golf Club for a drink after his game, so it might be hours yet. I wondered if Mom was as relaxed as she was because she knew that too.

'Go on, ask her' it persisted, so persuasive, my level of arousal by now making anything seem possible.

"Mom," I said quietly, my heart in mouth, "could you turn over so I can loosen those muscles too."

I waited for the outburst and the end to our game.

"Hmm. I am not sure I should let you see me like that, it's not really right," she said slowly, almost as though she was reluctant to say no.

"It's ok. I just thought you might like to feel even more relaxed, it seems as though this oil is working," I countered, "but only if you aren't too uncomfortable with it," I finished, putting the onus on her to make the decision.

I carried on just gently tweaking her nipples, she still hadn't told me to stop or anything.

Silence, just her heavy breathing.

"If I do, you wouldn't... ummm.. hint, or tell anyone, your friends, or anybody, especially your dad?"

"No, of course not, I wouldn't do that to you," I said gently, and meant it. Tell my dad, definitely not.

"Well, it is very relaxing and as you have been massaging certain bits of me for a while, I guess it is not much different if you can see," she said, "but it is just between us, you have to promise."

"Of course I promise," I said.

"I'm still not really sure I should be doing this, but lift up a bit so that I can turn over ."

She was actually going to do it, she was gong to let me see and no doubt feel her breasts even more. I could hardly get my head around it. It was more than I had anticipated.

I withdrew my hands and arms from under her and lifted up on my knees, making sure my solid cock was hidden under my T shirt.

She slowly rolled over onto her back, but with her hands over her breasts. I sat back down, now covering the front of her thighs.

Time stood still for us both as without a word, she made a final decision.

Closing her eyes, she slowly let her arms slide to her sides, exposing her breasts to me.

I stared at them. Round and firm, the skin reddened from the manipulation I had been giving them. Her nipples, perched towards the top of the mounds, stood up dark red, surrounded by a even darker areola, with little bumps and marks.

Coming out of my trance, I warmed some more oil in my hands and without any further pretence, spread the oil onto her breasts, sliding my hands around and under, lifting them slightly and then letting the nipples pass between my fingers stretching them at every opportunity.

Mom opened her mouth a little to gasp in more air as I moved my hands and fingers across and around every inch. I was so excited that with one hand I quickly rubbed my cock a few times just to ease the tension building there. I looked down and realised that if my cock was out of my shorts, it would be lying on where Mom's mound would be, but to actually achieve that, seemed so impossible, that I could only imagine what it might feel like.

I teased the nipples more and stretched them gently with my oily fingers, tracing round her areola, feeling the little raised bumps there. I could see she was enjoying what I was doing, and I kept feeling her thighs, that were between mine, just contract now and then, as if squeezing an imagined something in-between them.

I didn't confine myself just to her breasts, as now that I had access, I also massaged down over her flat stomach to the point where her robe and nightdress were bunched at her waist.

'Go on, go a bit lower, under her robe see what happens,' that voice coaxed me.

Once again, I didn't think I dare do that. I had already got much further than I ever thought I would and Mom seemed to be enjoying it as much as me. She was lying there, her breathing fast, hardly concealed tiny moans escaping from her mouth from time to time, but staying aloof and not participating, as if by doing that she could keep this in the 'massage' rather than 'sexual' domain.

'Well at least open her robe,' it insisted.

Could I?

What would she say or do?

Will she call a halt if she thinks it has all gone too far?

My cock was almost hurting it was so hard. I could feel that the precum had leaked and soaked the part of my T shirt that was hiding it. I stroked it again a couple of times, but knew if I did much more than that I would come all over her, my excitement was at such a level.

I wondered if the voice was right, I really wanted more and it knew it, but I admit I was scared. I made up my mind to just try a little something that wouldn't look too blatant.

With one hand I continued to go from breast to breast, while the other I used on her stomach, going round and sideways to her hips and back. On the next pass, I let my fingers go below her belly button and under her robe and nightdress.

I felt Mom stiffen for a few milliseconds, then I heard almost a moan.

I did it again, watching Mom's face for any reaction, but she kept her eyes shut, her arms still at her sides.

I was just going for a slightly deeper try when, "You are going to get my clothes oily if you do that," she said, slowly and dozily.

'Now's your chance,' the voice prompted.

"Ah, yes... sorry, I wasn't thinking," I said.

Then with the courage I didn't feel, and my heart in my mouth, I simultaneously pulled her robe apart saying, "I'll just move them a little out of the way then."

"Hey," she said, sharply, a little more awake, "I didn't really mean that."

"Oh, I just thought ...well, that was what you meant," I tried, very nervous now.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to snap, I just didn't expect it," she added. She opened her eyes and looked down her body, "I don't expect much harm has been done." She closed her eyes again.

She was quiet for a moment and I didn't know whether to continue or not.

The expressions I could see passing over her face, looked to me as though she was debating something with herself, or trying to decide something.

"As you've moved my robe out of the way, I guess you had better make sure you don't get any on my expensive silk nightgown," was all she said, quietly.

What did that mean?

Did she just want me to avoid it and be careful or...?

'Go on then, pull it down a bit,' I heard the voice say.

What really? Do you think she will let me?

'Only one way to find out,' it said, almost mockingly.

I looked down at what I could now see with the robe no longer covering her. The silk nightdress was moulded to the deep 'V' from her hips, down to where her thighs met, and where her pussy would be. Her figure looked almost painted in the fine silk material. I couldn't see a panty line, and didn't know if she slept in them, but it might not necessarily have been visible, I thought.

'What are you waiting for,' the voice pestered me.

It seems when you read this, as though those thoughts and my inner conversations took a long time, but in reality it was maybe only one or two seconds at the most.

Once more, not knowing if this is what she meant, I took hold of the nightdress at her waist and with trembling hands attempted to pull it down a little, but she was lying on it, and it hardly budged.

Then to my surprise, she subtly raised her back and bottom off the bed, just enough for me to slip the nightdress down until the bunched up part was lying just above where her mound started.

Ohhh God, she was almost naked, lying in front of me, just that flimsy bit of silk stopping me seeing all of her. I looked carefully at where the silky material stopped and could just make out a few dark hairs peeking out. Shit, I could see her pubic hair I thought, my face hot and flustered.

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I returned to the so called massage, although I was sure now that it was more than that, but neither of us was going to say it.

The fingers of one hand went back to gyrating over her breasts and nipples, slick now with the oil, while my other gently rubbed around her lower stomach, and fractionally under the silk nightdress, brushing the top of her public hair, where I could feel the start of her mound. She obviously didn't sleep with panties on.

"Mmmm," she sighed.

I felt her thighs move again, rubbing together.

I went even lower with my fingers, definitely sliding through the top of her pubic hair now; it felt as though my whole body was full of electricity, and my trembling increase.

"I'm not sure you should be going much further," Mom said quietly, but made no effort to stop me.

"Is it ummm, relaxing you," I asked, tentatively, continuing to let my hands wander all over the bare skin on the front of her body.

She didn't immediately reply, but then said, "It is, but I shouldn't be letting you do even this."

I had the horrible feeling we were at her limit and she was about to stop what we were doing, and as close as I was to touching her most private part, it would all end.

"It's ok Mom, we agreed no one else would know." I cajoled her, "so if you are enjoying it..."

"I know, but if anyone ever did find out, we could both be in real trouble."

"They won't, I have promised," I said, desperate now to make sure we didn't stop.

"I know you have...Ohh mmmm." my fingers had fleetingly just gone even further down her mound, under the silk.

"Oh hell," she murmured, "I don't know what I should do," almost talking to herself, and biting her lip.

"Just let me make you feel good Mom, and you can stop me whenever you feel you have to," I coaxed, hoping she wouldn't.

She let me tease her nipples some more and still didn't stop me when I let my other hand delve even further under her nightdress. Even when I manoeuvred my hand, so that it pushed the silky nightdress further down over her mound, so that I could now plainly see half of her dark triangle disappearing downwards, she didn't move or say anything, except to exhale more loudly.

'You're nearly there,' the voice piped up, 'just a bit further.'

My excitement and whatever chemicals were now flowing around my body were damping down my inhibitions and making me more courageous than I would normally be. I did as the voice said and pushed my fingers lower, feeling them brush over the edges of her mound, and the slight dip in the centre, where her pussy lips began.

She moaned louder this time, and I saw her hands grip the sheet and then let go.

Feeling even more brave, and knowing she couldn't see, I pulled the lose elastic of my sleep shorts down and under my now exposed balls, freeing my hard, rampant, cock to the fresh air. I was then able to give it a few strokes with my oily fingers, with only a brief interruption to massaging her body. The pre-cum was flowing out of the end, covering the large purple head and running down the length of my cock. Now I could see the start of Mom's pussy and my cock, only inches away.

I pushed the material even further down with the back of my hand the next time I stroked her, and finally her slit came into view. The dark triangle went down between her closed thighs, but her plumped up labia were clear to see.

She must have felt the cooler air on her now exposed mound.

"Do you think we should stop now?" she asked, moving her legs slightly, more a question than a statement.

"I'm ok, if you are," I said, hoping that was the right answer, not pausing my hands.

"I am sure you don't want to see your old mom's body, son." Again, more of a question.

"Your skin is lovely and smooth and with all the exercise you get, your muscles are very firm and you look much younger than your age," I flattered her.

I saw her start to blush.

"Really, you think that," she said, disbelievingly.

"Absolutely," I confirmed.

"Ohh, I didn't realise," she sort of mused.

'Go on, quickly, now,' the voice said.

I knew what it meant this time and I gently, but firmly, let my middle finger dip down into her slit, feeling the sudden wetness that was there, that was certainly not oil.

"OHHHhhhhh, ahhhh," she uttered, her mouth opening wider, "oh I don't know, I don't know about this, we can't..."

"Shhh," I quietened her, sliding my middle finger up and down between her pussy lips, rubbing the whole length against her engorged clit. Her wetness was a real giveaway and she unconsciously opened her legs a little forcing me, sitting astride her, to open mine somewhat, to accommodate her.

"But we shouldn't...Ohhh," as I found her entrance and was now able to push my finger a little way inside her.

I was trembling like a leaf, I had my finger just inside my mom's vagina and she wasn't trying to stop me. I didn't think when I started to massage away her headache, it would go this far.

While I squeezed her nipples a bit harder, I gradually worked my finger deeper inside her. I saw her hand flutter up indecisively to my wrist as if to stop me, but then drop back onto the bed, as she gave another great sigh. She was very wet and I could feel the heat of her folds tightly wrapped around my probing finger.

With my finger moving slowly in and out now, I used my other hand to massage my aching cock, leaving her nipples standing proud and erect but unattended.

"This is sooo wrong," she whispered, "but you are making me feel soooo good, ahhh...ahh..." I had found a sensitive spot inside her and she gripped the sheet again.

Continuing to finger fuck her, I used my other hand to pull the folds of the nightdress right down so it was lying across her thighs. She either didn't notice or didn't think it made any difference now, as she didn't acknowledge it at all.

At last I got a good look at her pussy and could see my finger going in and out between her engorged pink lips, glistening with her juices. Her dark pubic hair was fairly short and trimmed to her bikini line, but was now damp and lying flat. I used the thumb and forefinger of my free hand to open her labia to expose her clit at the apex, the hood fully retracted and the darker pink nub protruding like a tiny penis.

"I'm sure this is too far," she whimpered, "I've let you cross too many lines already," but still she did nothing to stop me.

"We are the only ones that will know," I whispered back, conspiratorially.

"I know, I know.. but.."

I silenced her by easing another finger into her and flicking her clit with the fingers of my other hand

"Oh yes, mmmmm," she hissed.

With my fingers curled up inside her, hitting her sensitive spot, I tried to ease her legs apart a little more, but was hampered by my own knees either side of her. Quickly I lifted up one of my knees and pressed it between hers, forcing her to open them to allow it between them.

"Ww...what are you doing," she asked nervously.

I was ready with my answer this time. "Sorry, I was getting cramp I am just getting more comfortable." I said, wondering if she would challenge what was obviously a feeble excuse.

"Oh," was all she said.

"I'm just going to move the other one too." I added, as I swung the other knee over her leg into the middle, forcing her to open hers to the limit of where the nightgown was now stretched across her thighs. My knees were now on top of the silky material, pressing it down, effectively pinning her legs open.

Her legs were now wide enough that I could see right down to where her pussy lips stopped and the skin started that went down under her bottom. I used both hands, one to continue finger fucking her slowly, and the other to stroke around her mound, occasionally smearing the free flowing juices over her erect clit, causing her to move her hips upwards and also grip the sheet more tightly with her hands.

Intermittently, I also stroked my cock with that hand, although not too much, because it had become very sensitive as it does when I am very close to coming, and I didn't want this to end just yet.

I could see my mom had almost given up with her conscience about what were doing, but wasn't sure if there was still a final limit to how far she would let us go.

'You could find out,' the voice teased, 'just touch her with your cock, you know you want to.'

I did, I really did, but even I wondered if that was a line we shouldn't cross.

'Look how much she wants it,' it said, sneakily.

I was under its spell now, I had got this far, not even through any sort of plan; it had just happened. Perhaps, I thought, easing my own conscience, it had 'just happened' for my mom too, or had she wanted something less to happen, but had got carried away?

'Go on, go on, just let your cock touch her pussy lips, at least you will know your cock has actually touched your mom's pussy, just think how that will feel,' it continued to plague me.

I wanted to, I wanted to.

Holding my cock pointing downwards with one hand, I slowly removed the fingers of the other hand from inside my mom's pussy with a sucking, squelching, sound. Quickly I pulled back my foreskin and pressed the head of my cock downwards just between her lips so that they folded around it. The feeling was electrifying, my cock twitched at the contact.

Looking down, I could see my large, deep red, cock-head dripping pre-cum, enveloped by those warm wet lips on either side. I saw some of the liquid run down between her lips.

"That's not your...is it?" Mom said, slightly panicky I thought.

"I just thought it would feel nice," I tried.

"I know, I know, but we shouldn't son, what you were doing before is one thing, and more than I should have allowed anyway, but it's nearly, you know..."

"Just feel it there for a few minutes," I almost begged.

I noticed she was trembling a little too, whether that was fear about how far she had let it go, or excitement, I didn't know.

Carefully, I slid my cock up the slit until the head bumped into her clit. She moaned out loud this time as she knew what was touching her. Two 'penises' touching.

A jolt went through her and I felt something similar. My cock was against my mom's pussy and rubbing on her clit, it was almost enough to make any guy come. She even started to move her hips so that as I held it there, my cock-head rubbed over and around her button. She was also getting wetter down there.

I had lost all pretence now, and tried to press it down further to where I knew her entrance was, but the angle didn't seem to be quite right, and although I could feel the head nudge it now and then as it moved up and down between her labia, I couldn't quite get it aligned.

After trying a few times and still feeling mom pushing her hips at me , I shuffled forwards just a couple of inches.

That did it.

As her hips came up, I pushed my cock head down and felt the indent of her entrance. I moved my hips as far forwards as our cramped position would allow and felt the head slip past her lips, just inside her vagina.

Mom stopped moving instantly.

"What... are you...inside me?" she gasped.

"Only just," I replied breathlessly, wishing it was more, but knew it wouldn't go in further.

"Oh no," she said, "we shouldn't, it's my fault, I shouldn't have let it go this far, what must you think of me."

I saw a tear run down each cheek.

"I think you're lovely and wonderful and sexy and attractive." I said, using all the adjectives I could.

"But I think this will ruin our relationship forever," she gave a small sob.

"No, don't think that."

We both stayed still, the head of my cock just inside her pussy, her otherwise naked body in front of me.

"But," she sobbed, "its been a long time since your father paid me as much attention, and you, you are so kind and gentle, I just .. oh no, I shouldn't have."

I didn't know what to do; kneeling between my mothers thighs, my cock partially embedded in her. I hated to see her so upset, but I sort of knew she did want me, even though her conscience was getting in the way.

I slid my knees down, keeping my cock nestled between her pussy lips, just in her entrance, and gradually

lay on top of her, between her legs, supported on my elbows, but flattening her breasts to my chest, so that our faces were on the same level. I wiped the tears away with my fingers.

"It's ok," I said quietly, "nothing will change, it's just between us, neither of us will breathe a word to anyone."

"But we will know, don't you think you will despise me later," she said, another tear making its way down her cheek.

"No, no, I didn't expect this either, but now..." I kissed her cheek and licked up the tear, a strong saltiness on my tongue.

She put her arms around me an stroked my hair, while all the time the head of my cock rested just within her.

Putting her hands either side of my face, she pulled my head gently around until we were looking eye to eye.

"You're sure about this?" she said, her eyes looking left and right at mine.

I nodded.

There was a slight pause, and then simultaneously she kissed me on the lips and lifted her hips.

Oh my God, I felt my cock slip deeper into her.

I moved a little higher up the bed and felt my cock slide slowly into her tight, warm, channel. I didn't know what to expect as I hadn't done this before. Although she had been through childbirth, my birth, she was very tight, and my cock was a snug fit, so perhaps all that exercise had worked on those muscles too.

One final movement from both of us, and I was inside her as far as I could go, my balls up against the bottom of her pussy.

She sighed loudly, "That feels so good, I can feel you deep inside where you came from, like a part of me, as you were once before." Another tear rolled down her cheek.

She opened her mouth and pressed her tongue against my lips. I let her in and our tongues met, sliding over one another, curling round tentatively touching and leaping apart.

I couldn't believe I was inside my sexy Mom, and she wanted it.

"Is this the first time," she whispered very quietly, her eyes sparkling, as she momentarily broke our kiss.

I nodded, slightly embarrassed.

She held me more firmly with her arms around my back, pulling me to her.

"Lets try moving, but just go slow," she said.

I pulled back slowly with my hips, letting my cock slide almost out of her, then pushed back until I bottomed out.

"Yes, just like that," she hissed.

I did it again, and again, fucking my mom slowly, my body wanting to go faster, but feeling that I would come any second if I did, just from knowing where my cock was.

She must have been feeling the same, because although her legs were pinned to the bed by my weight on her nightdress, her hips were free and came up to meet me on every thrust.

We did start to go faster, our panting matching each other.

I quickly began to feel the familiar tingling deep down that I had so often generated with my own hand at night, but this was different. It was more like a pressure build up that couldn't be stopped. If Dad had walked in right now, I still couldn't have stopped.

I was thrusting as far inside her as I could and she was helping to get me there with her own thrusts meeting mine. She was moaning and pulling me tighter against her.

"Mom, I have to.. I need to pull..."

"No," she said, breathlessly but firmly, "it's your first time, I want you to come inside me."

"I can?" I asked incredulously, also almost out of breath, "you're sure?"

"Yes, yes."

The thought of filling my mom with my cum, just took me over the edge, and so I did.

I felt the pulses travel up my cock from the very depths of where it was being pumped from. I pushed into her as far and as hard as I could, feeling the head bump on something deep inside and I held it there, as I spewed my cum deep into her.

She must have been almost there too, because as soon as she felt the first couple of splashes, she arched her back and cried out loudly, her vagina spasming around my throbbing cock.

We cried out together, both of us lost in our own ecstasy, but locked together.

We kept moving, but slowing down, a wet noise coming from where we were joined, until finally we were still. My cock still twitched inside her and little ripples in her vagina kept teasing me for more.

I kissed her then, softly and with feeling; another tear ran down her cheek. She didn't look directly at me, but continued to hold me in a tight embrace. I didn't know what I was supposed to do now, as I hadn't been in this situation with anyone before, so we lay there for the longest time, savouring the moment, my cock still inside her.

It was Mom who made the move, "I think I ought to go and shower. Your dad might come home and I should at least be dressed."

I took the hint and reluctantly slid out of her, noticing the wet dribble of our mixed fluids flowing from her open vaginal entrance and soaking onto the fortuitously placed towel.

I watched her get up, letting her robe and nightdress finally fall to the floor, before scooping them up in her arms. She really looked good naked.

She turned and looked at me, "I hope you meant what you said," she said, "no one must know, ever."

"I promised, you needn't worry," I said, sincerely.

"Good," she smiled, "then I know who to ask for help if I get another headache," she said, turning and walking out of the room.

I realised she hadn't once touched my cock...

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A Massage for Mom's Headache Pt. 02 - Incest/Taboo

Mom wants more of my company.

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This story is set in a small town in the UK and written in UK English.

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PART 2

I think in our different ways, both Mom and I were somewhat shocked by what had happened this morning. A simple attempt at easing Mom's headache with a neck massage, had somehow spiralled into my first ever sex, and more unexpectedly, with my mom.

I admit though, that since having that sudden insight during my 18th birthday party, that had changed how I saw her from being just 'mom', into realising what an incredibly attractive and sexy woman she was, I had deliberately contrived to have more contact with her through tighter 'hugs', and watched for any inadvertent display of underwear or bare skin. Some of those surreptitious touches and opportunist sights, had fed my masturbatory fantasies for many nights.

The opportunity to massage her neck the first time, that almost turned into touching her breasts, I had thought would be a one off, and on her part was a temporary mental aberration, and as far as I would ever get. It never occurred to me that later she would let us go as far as full penetrative sex and let me come inside her; that's what shocked me, but also elated me. I hoped she didn't regret it or let it change our day-to-day relationship.

It became obvious from what she had said that she felt Dad didn't give her much attention these days. Why that was I didn't know. Having now seen her naked, I was at a loss to see why Dad no longer seemed to appreciate her in that way.

I didn't see much of her during the rest of the day as she went shopping, met a couple of her friends, and stayed out for lunch. I therefore had most of the day on my own, mainly reliving the events of the morning, while rubbing my cock almost raw and trying to believe they were true and not a dream or figment of my fertile imagination.

When she came home, carrying a few bags from various clothes shops, she greeted me as she normally did, and there was no mention or hint of what had happened earlier. I was sort of relieved and wondered if that was how she wanted to play it, as if it had never occurred.

Dinner was normal, the usual chat about what each other had been doing, no strange looks or comments from Mom, I was beginning to wonder if I had dreamt it all.

In the following days, everything seemed as it normally did; I continued to hug and pay attention to her and she responded as she usually did, but no further hint or odd look passed between us. I really did think that it was a once in a lifetime event (assuming it really was real) and that was that.

The following Saturday, a week later, we were having dinner in the early evening as usual.

"You have remembered that I have that golf competition tomorrow," Dad said, towards the end of the meal.

Mom looked at him as if she had misunderstood, "What, on a Sunday? Tomorrow?"

"Yes, it's the only time we could all get together," he replied, nonchalantly.

"But you were out playing all day today too," she said, the annoyance starting to show in her voice.

"I know but that was just practice, tomorrow is the real game."

"You don't seem to have any time for us these days, with your blessed golf friends," she said, her voice rising.

"Oh, don't go on so, it's relaxation for me after the stress of my job," he replied, not realising my mom's mounting anger.

"What about my stress," she countered, "we all have different stresses to cope with."

I looked from one to the other and knew this was going to be just another argument, so quietly I made my excuses, stood up and left the room. I don't think either of them noticed.

I went upstairs to my room, the raised voices continuing downstairs. I sat at my computer, put on my headphones, and immersed myself in the latest game I had bought. I couldn't hear them anymore, just as normal.

I lost track of time, but did notice that the light was fading outside, so I guess I had been playing for about two hours. I jumped when something touched my shoulder and I spun round to see Mom standing there.

"Sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to startle you or intrude, but I tried knocking and you obviously couldn't hear me," I heard her say, a bit muffled.

She pointed at her ears then my headphones.

"Ah, yes, sorry," I said removing them, "I was a bit involved."

"I could see," she smiled.

"The reason I came up to see you is that your dad has decided he needed an early night as he has to get up early tomorrow for his so called 'big match'," she grimaced, and let out a heavy breath. "Anyway, I thought about making some toffee popcorn and watching a film of some sort on the TV, but it's not much fun on my own, I... err wondered if you wanted to join me."

"Toffee popcorn," I said, "that sounds good, but what's the catch, are you going to watch a soppy film with crying and stuff?" I asked.

"No, no catch," she laughed, "we can choose something we both like."

Wow, did she look attractive when she laughed. All her face lit up and her green eyes sparkled. I saw she was wearing a knee-length, dark blue, loose skirt with bare legs and white button-up blouse with the top two buttons undone. I couldn't remember if she had been wearing that for dinner, as I had been trying not to draw attention to myself by looking too interested.

"Yes, ok, that would be great," I said, glad that she was acting normally around me. "I'll just use the bathroom and change into something more suitable."

"Suitable?" she said, raising an eyebrow, but with a tiny smile.

"Ummm yea, you know for sitting comfortable for a couple of hours." I added.

"Oh yes, ok, well come down when you are ready, I'll sort out the popcorn."

I watched her bottom move under her skirt as she left the room. I don't think the swing of it was exaggerated for me, but it still looked sexy.

Fifteen minutes later, I had sorted myself out, changed into some fairly respectable sleep-shorts and a long T shirt. I sometimes did this late in the evening, so it wasn't an unusual thing to do, but it was more comfortable than a shirt and jeans to lounge about in. I went downstairs to find Mom coming out of the kitchen with a tray that had on it a big bowl of delicious looking popcorn coated in brown toffee, a tall glass of red wine and a bottle of beer.

I followed her into the living room where she indicated I should close the door.

"We don't want to disturb your dad with the TV, although after the three large glasses of whisky he had before he went up, I doubt he'll stir unless a shotgun goes off," she giggled, "now there's a thought," the last part said under her breath. "Right, let's see what we have on offer on the film channels," she said, clicking the remote control. "Oh, I thought you might like a beer rather than wine, so I got you one, is that ok?"

"Yes, fine thanks," I said, noting she had already opened it for me.

We settled on a film that neither of us had seen, a compromise of a bit of action and an interwoven love story that didn't sound too soppy. Mom dimmed the lights to a soft glow, and we sat at each end of the wide sofa, facing the very large-screen TV -- I said Dad earned a good wage, the bowl of popcorn and drinks on the low table in front of us. We didn't bother with the blanket on the back of the sofa, that we use sometimes, as it didn't feel that cool.

The film was about some attractive (of course) undercover female police officers, who were trying to infiltrate a criminal element, but one of them was getting too involved with one of the male gang members. They spent a lot of time in tight skirts, showing a lot of leg, pretending to be just dumb girls, which made for interesting watching, for me anyway.

We slowly chomped our way through the popcorn and sipped at our drinks while we watched.

"There's not much to that skirt," I commented jokingly, when one of them walked along with her skirt barely covering her essentials.

"Oh, I used to wear skirts like that when I was a lot younger," Mom said.

"Really?

"Yes," she giggled, "your nan and granddad were quite strict with me, but I used to hide my more daring clothes at a friend's house and change there before hitting the town with her."

"Well, you learn something every day," I said turning to smile at her.

"Oh, we got up to all sorts of tricks," she reminisced, "sometimes we would just roll the waistband of our skirts to make them shorter, rather than change into other clothes."

"How did that work?" I asked, slightly puzzled.

"You just roll it up."

"How though? Can you show me?"

"What now?"

"Yea, go on, I can pause the film."

"No, I would feel a bit silly, I had good legs then."

"I think you have good legs now," I blurted out without thinking.

"I think you like flattering me," she said, and even in the dim light, I thought I could see her blushing.

"No, please, show me how you used to do it," I pleaded, pausing the TV with the remote.

"Hmm, I wish I'd never mentioned it now... but well... oh alright, as it's just the two of us here, but no laughing," she said, putting down the almost empty wine glass and standing up.

She took hold of the waistband of her skirt and proceeded to somehow roll and tuck it in at her waist. "So, you just keep doing this until the bottom of the skirt is at the height you want," she commentated. "Normally you would make sure it's a thin material, so it wouldn't be too bulky around the waist."

She continued to roll it, showing more and more of her still very shapely, toned, legs.

"Do it to where you used to," I said, "I can't believe you were that daring then." I grinned.

She looked over at me, paused, then rolled it up a bit more. Now the hem was higher than mid thigh and I was thinking how sexy she looked already.

I was disappointed when she said, "This skirt is a bit too thick to do much more."

"Wow, I am sure you used to get lots of attention from all the boys dressed like that."

"I think the shortest I ever had it was about..."

She pinched the material with her hands at the side of each leg, and slowly hitched it up further, until the hem was now only a couple of inches below the point when she would expose her underwear. I could see the curve of her thighs as they started to taper towards where they would meet the rest of her body.

"...there," she said, looking across at me.

I didn't know what to say. Her legs looked stunning. The dark skirt, now like an ultra-mini skirt, contrasted with them, and showed them off so sexily. My cock thought so too as it was now semi-erect.

I think I must have been staring too much.

"You are going to catch flies in there if you keep your mouth open like that," she said, playfully, dropping her skirt back to mid thigh, "I think you have seen enough. I'll just get a refill and be back in a tick." She left for the kitchen; her skirt still rolled up at her waist.

I took the opportunity to re-adjust my partial erection, so that it wasn't obvious.

When she came back with her wine and another beer for me, she had also put her skirt back to how it should be, and it was now just above her knees.

She sat back down, kicked off her open-backed slippers, and curled her legs up so that they were facing me on the sofa, her feet within a few inches of my legs.

"Thank you," I said.

"What, for the beer or the show," she grinned.

"Both I guess," I grinned back, then pushed 'play' to continue the film.

My mind sort of drifted after that, and I wasn't really concentrating on the film, thinking more about those long legs not far from me.

About another five minutes into the film, I let my hand drop down to the sofa cushion and not very subtly put it on her bare foot.

"Oh, that's a nice warm hand on my cold foot," she said, without taking her attention from the TV.

I gripped her foot gently and she moved the other one alongside it, touching the back of my hand.

I stroked her foot slowly, feeling the soft skin on both the top and the sole. Unlike mine, which had hard skin underneath, hers were soft all over. I assumed she must use some sort of lotion regularly to keep them that soft. I progressed to sliding my fingers in-between her toes. She didn't seem ticklish, but I felt her toes curl a bit and realised that they were very flexible, and she could move them individually. I hadn't inherited that gene, mine all moved together.

I hadn't thought much about feet, but it was another revelation to me that it was quite sexy to be touching her there. Not wanting to leave the other one out, I swapped over and was met with no resistance, in fact I think judging by how she moved her toes, she was enjoying it.

I separated her toes with my fingers, then slid them out and massaged the sole of her foot with my thumb. I moved along her foot, feeling the fine bones of her surprisingly slim ankle.

"Mmmmm, no one's ever done that before, it's quite soothing," she said, glancing over at me.

"I thought you might be ticklish."

"No, it feels relaxing rather than tickling."

I thought that the relaxing bit might have something to do with the wine too, as she was way down her second big glass.

"Your ankles and legs are just as good as theirs," I ventured, as one of the slim girls in the film walked across the screen in ridiculously high heels.

"Yea, sure, in this dim light," she quipped back.

"No, seriously," I said, running my hand up her calf as far as her knee and back. "The skin is soft, but I can feel how toned they are from the exercise you do."

"Well thank you, I am surprised you even noticed." She was either definitely blushing now, or the wine was making her a bit flushed.

Oh no! Along with my still semi-hard cock, the voice of internal lust had woken up, 'why not see if she will let you stroke them some more,' it began.

No, I shouldn't, not after what happened last time. I loved her for it, she is so sexy, and I would like to do more, but I am only glad everything is surprisingly 'normal' between us. She has never hinted or breathed another word about it, maybe it's best left there.

'Why do you think she asked you here tonight?' it asked, putting thoughts into my head.

I was sure she was just a bit fed up with Dad and wanted some company, nothing more.

'Don't sit there and wonder, try it, she likes to feel you stroking her feet, she would probably like her legs stroked too,' it said in my head.

I had done, just now, briefly, and she hadn't objected, I wondered if she would make sure that nothing more happened and not encourage me. I could try I though, it's only the lower part of her legs, she might appreciate it after being on them all day.

'Yes, that's right, you will never know unless you find out,' it encouraged me, wickedly.

Slowly, and sensitive to any negative indications from my mom, while I continued to focus on the TV, I slid my hand up her calf again as far as her knee, giving it a gentle massage. I did see my mom's eyes flick quickly over to me and then back to the TV, but nothing more.

Emboldened by the lack of resistance, I did the same with the other one, but it was awkward the way she was sitting with her legs curled up.

"That's a warm hand on my leg now," she said, without looking at me.

"Sorry..." I began.

"No, I meant it's nice, soothing even," she said quietly.

'See, she wants you to do it, she likes it, get her to put her legs across your lap.'

No, that's too much. She won't. I bet she wouldn't let me do that. She knows now not to let anything go too far, I thought. Yet, my cock was hardening at the thought and the argument going on in my head, it just made the voice louder.

'She might accidentally touch your cock with her feet, that would feel good wouldn't it,' it added to the pressure.

I casually continued my ministrations on her lower legs and feet, caressing her toes, and running my hand up to her knee, and back to her foot, feeling her toes curl up when I ran my nails along the sole. I hoped that it appeared I was doing it absentmindedly as we watched TV, but in reality, it was an intimate feeling, and much of my attention was focused on the sensations of her skin on my hands and fingers, rather than on the film.

After about five minutes or so, I noticed that she had moved her legs slightly so that I had better access to both of them.

'You have noticed then, she wants you to do both of them,' it said, mischievously, 'why not see now if she will put them on your lap,'

I did wonder if she might, we had been very intimate before, to put it mildly, but I had got the impression from the way she had behaved since, that it was one time only and nothing more was going to happen.

'Still, you never know,' it taunted.

I could just try I suppose, if she doesn't want to, she just won't let me and then I'll know, I reasoned.

As I was caressing her toes and foot the next time, I gently pulled it towards me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her gaze flick across at me again for a moment or two, then go back to the TV. I felt her leg go slightly limp and then amazingly, I was drawing her foot towards me with no resistance on her part. Taking it as consent, I carefully took hold of her other foot too and pulled them onto my lap. She adjusted her position a little so that she was lying on her side facing the TV, her head on the far cushion.

I looked sideways quickly and saw that with her movement, her skirt had ridden up her thighs somewhat, and there was now a long length of those bare sexy legs showing.

"It's gone a bit cool don't you think," she said, "can you drape that blanket over us now please."

With a bit of fumbling, I did as she said and she pulled it up to her waist, with her arm resting on the outside, while I laid it over her legs and my lap, covering them up.

"Mmmm, that's better," she murmured, and went back to looking at the TV.

I now had her feet firmly in my lap, one on top of the other, as she was now on her side, and I was able to not only stroke her feet, but a fair way up both legs easily. The only problem was that my cock was now fully erect inside my loose sleep-shorts and only about an inch away from her feet.

'Go on, let her feet touch it.'

No, I thought, she will pull them back and she is letting me stroke her feet and legs, it's quite sensuous for me, if that's all she'll allow then I don't want to stir up any awkwardness.

'Just her toes then, briefly,' it persisted.

No, I shouldn't. I thought, running my finger up her leg, and feeling her rub them against one another.

'Accidentally then, just a touch, she might not even notice, but it will feel good for you, won't it.'

Could I, perhaps.

I knew I was probably taking bad advice, but as I played with her toes, I gradually moved both feet towards me a fraction at a time, feeling the warmth from them approaching my hard cock.

Contact.

Her toes that had been curling and uncurling with the attention of my fingers, stopped moving as they felt my hardness against them. I pressed them gently toward me so that they were in full contact with my hard dick. I held my breath as I tried to see how Mom was reacting, without being too obvious, but I didn't see her facial expression change.

What did change was that after a few moments, her toes tentatively began to explore my hardness. They moved slowly up and down, her flexible toes touching, moving, and kneading, the hard flesh. It felt like multiple fingers prodding and stroking the whole length. I let out my breath with a quiet sigh as I ran my hands up her legs to just beyond her knee and back.

She kept this up for a while, her toes more flexible than I could imagine, gently gripping the head through my shorts and pulling down along the whole length. I was seeping pre-cum already and I was sure she could make me come like that if she kept it up long enough.

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'Take it out,' the voice whispered.

What? No, she would stop.

'Maybe, maybe not.'

She won't want to go that far again.

'She knows what she's doing, it's not accidental is it,' it went on.

The more sensations I got from my cock, the more persuasive and reasonable it sounded, and the more I seemed to listen to it.

Apprehensive and nervous with excitement, I put both hands on the waistband of my shorts and lifting my bottom slightly slid them down to mid thigh. I felt the rough blanket touch my sensitive cock-head. The movement alerted my mom to something happening, and I saw her looking over at me, and then her toes were exploring my bare cock where my shorts had been before.

She didn't say anything, but I thought I saw a faint smile pass over her face and then her toes were again massaging my cock, but now skin on skin. I was surprised at how she was able to manipulate them, and soon had my cock sandwiched between the top of one foot and the toes of the other, so that she was actually moving the foreskin up and down with just her toes. I stroked my hand as high as I could up her leg, her ministrations on my cock continued, I was enjoying it immensely.

I lay back on the sofa in ecstasy, ostensibly watching the TV, but effectively, being wanked by my mother's feet.

I saw another movement and realised her arm had disappeared under the blanket. Surreptitiously, I looked a bit harder and could see further movement under there. Was she? Was she actually touching herself under there? It certainly looked like it, so maybe the little voice was right, she was enjoying our little game after all.

I wondered, if with the wine she had drunk, and her own obvious excitement, if she might be willing to go a bit further.

'There's space there, you could lie down behind her,' was the next suggestion I heard.

No, no, that would be too obvious, but it would be nice to be that close to her.

I looked over at her again. I was sure she had her hand down between her legs moving it about slowly.

'She might let you do that for her,' it said, as though it knew where my thoughts were going, tempting me, tempting me.

My cock was awash with pre-cum, and I was sure it must be over her toes, as when she moved them, they slid nicely over my naked cock. It's scary how brave you become when you're so sexually stimulated. Things you think you would never do suddenly look a definite possibility.

That confidence in what I might achieve, applauded by the voice in my head, led me to lean sideways towards Mom's back. I quickly slid behind her, and before she quite realised what was happening, I was in a spooning position behind her.

"What are you doing," she said, "nothing can happen again." The only reference she had made since that morning.

"I... just wanted to cuddle up with you," I said lamely, wondering if I had blown it for the evening.

I noticed she had pulled her arm back up and out of the blanket and I got a faint whiff of a musky sort of smell from her hand.

"I know, and it's nice, but I already feel guilty about ...you know, and your father is just upstairs."

"It's ok Mom, I get it, but I know he doesn't treat you very well, and you let him. I'm sure you deserve better."

"Oh, he's ok most of the time, and I shouldn't be doing anything with anyone else, especially you," she whispered.

I could feel her warmth against me, and she hadn't got up or moved out of the way. We hadn't talked about Dad in this way before, and I think she already knew it wasn't as good as she made out and that's why they argued so much.

I pulled the blanket up over us and put my arm over and onto her skirt-covered hip. My head was behind hers, and my nose pressed against her warm hair. I don't think either of us were watching the TV properly now.

"I love you and like cuddling you," I said quietly, reminded that Dad was upstairs, but hopefully fast asleep.

She put her hand under the blanket and on top of mine, gently squeezing it and holding it to her. She seemed to be thinking.

I could feel the back of her bare legs against the front of mine, and my bare cock pressing against her bottom through the material of her skirt. As she had been slowly wanking me with her feet, I guess it was no surprise to her that she was feeling it pressing against her.

I slowly began to move my hand down her skirt onto her thigh, her hand came with mine. I reached the end of her skirt. There was a moment when I thought she was just going to keep her hand on mine, but then with a single gentle squeeze, she let it go and moved her hand out of the way.

With my hand free to roam, I moved down her leg to her knee and back up to the hem of her skirt. I did this a few times before venturing under her skirt, feeling the extra warmth of her thigh higher up. She moved her bottom a little towards me as she felt my hand reach the top of her leg.

Emboldened now and sure that she was going to allow at least a bit of touching if nothing else, I moved my hand across the front of her panties and down the front of the underside leg. I felt her take a deeper breath, so I nuzzled her hair with my nose, working it onto the skin of her neck and planted a gentle kiss. Her skin there went into goosebumps against my lips, and she seemed to shiver minutely.

My hand moved up and stroked over her thin panties just clinging to the contours of her firm bottom; those orbs that I had seen so often moving sexily beneath her clothes over the last few weeks, I was now touching and exploring with excited fingers.

I pressed my hips closer against her, relishing the feel of my cock pressed harder into the crease of her bottom. Moving my hand outside her skirt, I attempted to pull down the zip at the back.

She put her hand on mine. "No, you mustn't, I'm not letting you take any of my clothes off. Your dad might come down and there would be all hell let lose if he thought something was going on. I don't want to risk that," she whispered forcibly.

I was disappointed. I was feeling so excited at again being so close to her. She was adamant though that we weren't going to do much more, so I went back to stroking her legs and over her panties, that she seemed to have set as the limit.

Maybe sensing my disappointment, I felt her hand drop down between us and touch my cock. It was the first time she had touched it with her hand and was unexpected, but now she started to slowly wank it for me, as a sort of booby prize instead of the main event I would have liked.

She ran her fingers over the head, feeling the slippery pre-cum and using it to massage gently over the top and under the rim of the head. She knew what she was doing and before long my cock was tingling and sensitive, giving small jerks as her hand caressed it. I am sure I would normally have come by now if I hadn't partially de-sensitised my cock by constant wanking during the week as I thought of her.

Meanwhile, although she had forbidden me to remove any clothes and had evaded my fingers entering her underwear, I remained persistent. Slowly and a bit reluctant at first, she had gradually relented as she stroked me, allowing me to slide my hand under the elastic waist of her panties, and into her pubic hair and further down, where I discovered she was already very well lubricated already.

We were masturbating each other, fully clothed under the blanket, all thoughts of the TV film running on in the background forgotten. She had moved her legs to give me more access, and now with my hand fully down the front of her panties, I had slid two fingers down between her swollen labia and they were now sliding slowly in and out of her wet vagina, my palm grazing her hard little clit as I moved.

Quiet little moans escaped her from time to time. I could hear and feel she was really turned on by now, but we were both keeping any noise down to a minimum. If this was as far as we were going to go, then it was ok with me, as we were both enjoying the intimacy as well as the sensations.

"Take your hand out," she panted.

Ohhh, I thought, I wonder why she has changed her mind, but I did as I was told.

"My arm is aching," she explained, "I want to do this."

She lifted one leg up a little, creating a space between them, and taking my rock-hard cock in her hand, pushed it into the gap, then pressed her bottom back towards me. I suddenly realised she was putting my cock against her pussy outside of her panties, so I pushed forwards at the same time and my cock lodged itself against her. The top of my cock was in contact with her pussy even though it was through her thin and now damp panties.

She moved experimentally and I caught on to the intention, sliding my cock in and out between her thighs as she pushed back against me.

"Mmmm," she said, "if you are ok, we can do this, but no more than that, you can't... you know..." she left it unsaid.

Now that my hand was free, I draped it over her and felt for her breasts through her clothes. Even through the blouse and bra, I could feel her hard nipples, and pinching them made them even more prominent. I tried to open her blouse to get my hand inside, but a quiet 'No' from her squashed that idea, she wasn't going to allow me to undress her even the smallest amount.

We settled into a slow rhythm. It wasn't the same as the first time, actually being inside her, but the thin wet panties were wet and slippery, the only thing between us, and it still felt really sexy.

We had been moving together for only a few minutes when I was sure I heard a floorboard creak over the low sound of the TV still playing in the background. I stopped moving, listening.

"What the matter," Mom whispered.

"I think Dad is up."

"He will just be going to the toilet I expect," she replied, not seeming worried.

Still I didn't move.

"No, I think he's coming downstairs" I said, panicking slightly - well a lot really.

"Stay still," she said, "it's too late to move now, he may not come in here anyway."

No such luck. The door opened about a quarter way and my dad's face appeared, slightly bleary eyed.

"What are you still doing down here?" he asked, a bit groggily, I thought.

"Pete and I are watching a film," Mom said, without taking her eyes from the TV.

"Oh." He seemed to be slowly processing that information, standing just by the door. "I needed a glass of water, but you weren't in bed." he said.

"I'm not surprised you need a drink after all that booze you drank," Mom replied, still apparently fixated on the TV.

"Yes, well you weren't there," he repeated.

All this time my bare, hard, cock was still resting between Mom's thighs, twitching against her pussy. I was scared he might come further into the room and look more closely, but Mom seemed calmer than me. I also thought my erection would wilt with the fear of discovery, but the opposite seemed to be happening. The fear had become a thrill, knowing Dad was standing there, while my cock was against Mom's pussy.

"Were you going to expect me to get up and fetch your water for you?" she asked. sounding a little peeved now.

"Well, I did need one," he said.

"You know where the glasses are, and where the tap is," she replied, starting to sound more irritated.

"I know," he said, slurring the words, "but I've got this match tomorrow."

I didn't know where this was going, and I didn't want to be in the middle of an argument in the situation were in. Pressed up against her, I could feel the tension mounting in Mom's body.

"You already told me that," Mom retaliated, "several times."

"Yes...well then...don't stay up too late, keep the sound down so it doesn't disturb me, and think of me for once."

I thought Mom was going to explode at that, but fortunately, he left, shutting the door noisily.

"Pffffff," she huffed, to herself.

We stayed still while we both listened as he ran the water and then traipsed back up the stairs and into the bedroom. The floorboards creaked overhead again and then there was silence.

We both let out a deep breath.

"That was scary, but you were wonderful," I said, nuzzling her neck again.

"Did you think so," she said.

I could hear the grin in her voice, as I felt her relax again.

"You know what," she started, "you were right, he does treat me like a servant sometimes."

She hadn't moved, but seemed to be contemplating something, and then came to some sort of decision.

I felt her hand touch my cock between her legs, some fumbling, and then I felt something different against my cock. She shuffled a little more and suddenly I felt my cock head against warm skin.

"I've changed my mind," she whispered.

"What do you mean," I said, thinking she wanted me to get up and leave.

"I mean I have changed my mind about...you know."

I put my hand down between us to find she had the gusset of her panties pulled to one side and my cock was touching her bare pussy lips.

"You mean you want me to..."

"Yes, if you want to..."

I wasn't going to argue, so with her holding the material to one side, I pressed forwards and for only the second time ever, my cock slid easily halfway into my mom's warm pussy.

She let out a groan and pushed back, sheathing the whole length inside her in one push.

We stopped like that, luxuriating in the feeling of my cock buried right up to my balls in her.

"What changed your mind," I asked tentatively. I wanted to know, as she had been so adamant before.

She didn't reply immediately, but then, "I felt we shouldn't be doing this at all, amongst other things because of your dad. Then you said what you said about him, and how you see me, and just now, he tried to make me feel small again. I thought I would rather be made love to by you, and he can go play his beloved golf. I hope you aren't ashamed of me for it," she finished quietly.

"I could never be that," I whispered back into her ear, feeling my cock twitch inside her.

"Remember though, this has to always just be between us."

"Yes, I know," I said.

Moving my hand down the front of her body, I slipped it inside her panties, down through the thin carpet of pubic hair, until I touched my own cock where it was joined with her. It had pushed her labia open, and I could feel the nub of her clit sticking out just above where my cock was. I touched it gently, she made a tiny high-pitched noise and I felt her squeeze my cock inside her.

I started to slowly rub it, with minimum pressure, in tiny circles, and at the same time slowly slid my cock out of her and then pushed it back in all the way.

"Ohh God," she whimpered, "that's the spot."

She seemed to be gripping my cock every time I plunged into her and didn't want it to leave when I pulled back. It was the most amazing feeling, and far exceeded anything I had ever been able to do to myself. I could even hear the wet noise we were making above the TV sound that was droning away un-noticed.

I was fucking her slowly because I didn't want this to end too soon, and I didn't know if this might be the last time or how the future might go. Although it was a bit awkward, I kept up the stimulation on her clit with my fingers, but wasn't able to do very long strokes and keep my hand there in that position.

"Pete," she whispered.

"What?"

"Let me lie on my stomach."

"Err...ok... how...?"

"Just let me slip my leg under you, hold onto me and follow me," she said.

I didn't know how this manoeuvre would work, but I tried to do as she said.

I stayed as far as I could inside her, lifting up a little to allow her leg to pass under me, and twisted with her. The blanket fell to the floor, and I found myself in-between her wide-open legs, still inside her, my stomach resting on her bottom. Her skirt was all rucked up almost to her waist, exposing her white panties.

She then lifted up onto her knees taking me with her, resting her head on her elbows on the cushion.

I was now on my own knees behind her, and when I looked down, I could see my cock where it entered her to one side of the gusset of her panties, one of her puffy pussy lips exposed on one side, the other covered with the material. It was nearly enough to take me over the edge.

She gave me a hint by pushing her bottom towards me, so I pressed further into her. Ohhh, now I was deeper than I had been before, and I felt the head of my cock hit something deep inside her.

"Ohhh yes," she moaned into the cushion, "do that some more."

With my hands on her hips, I started to rock backwards and forwards. This was deep penetration, and she had positioned herself for it. The wet noise of our lovemaking was even louder. The thought passed through my head that if Dad came down, we would both end up dead, but neither of us were going to stop now.

I looked down at my cock totally disappearing inside her, then coming back out, covered in her secretions, until the head was just visible then plunging back in. I used one hand to pull her panties over to the side, so that I could now see both of her pussy lips wrapped around my cock. I pulled her panties further to one side and caught a glimpse of her little brown puckered hole.

I had read that some women like it touched or even penetrated during sex, but this was my mom, and although I had my cock inside her, it felt a bit weird for me to touch her there.

That voice was still egging me on, 'Go on, touch it, see if she likes it.'

I was listening to it too much now.

With my finger covered in our mixed slippery juices, taken from the base of my cock, I gingerly ran just my fingertip over the wrinkles at its outside edge.

The effect was immediate.

I felt her vagina grip me and a far too loud, muffled, 'Oh my God. Oh my God," came from my Mom who fortunately still had her head buried in the cushion.

I lubricated my finger a bit more and as we continued to fuck with long slow strokes, I pressed the tip harder against the puckered ring until it slipped in up to the first knuckle.

She moved her head from side to side on the cushion, "Oh yes, a bit more Pete, please." she gasped.

I was learning things about my mom that until a few weeks ago, I never dreamed I would ever need or want to find out.

I pressed harder as we moved together, my finger going deeper. As she pushed back to meet the thrusts of my cock, it helped to also push my finger in until it was all inside her. I then began to move it in and out in time with my cock.

All these new sensations, sights, sounds, smells, and the knowledge that my mom was letting me fuck her again, were releasing more and more of whatever chemicals, or hormones cause such pleasure, into my bloodstream, and taking my mind to dizzying heights of ecstasy.

The thought of pulling out never entered my head amongst all the other thoughts going on in my brain, so when only a few minutes afterwards I felt the tingle of finality enveloping my cock, my instinct was to just push it as far as I could inside this sexy woman.

I held my cock there against her cervix, as the first pulse of semen forced its way out and coated her insides, followed by several more, flooding her with my sperm. I know she felt it happen, because she let out a heavily muffled scream of pure pleasure as she convulsed on my cock, writhing, and rotating her bottom as if to coat every square inch inside her with my cum.

We kept moving, her milking my cock and me trying to stay as far inside as possible. I felt quite faint from the pleasure I was feeling, my breathing fast and shallow.

My cock soon became sensitive, and I had to stop, my mom just slowly moving with the last minor spasms, until we rested. I flopped over her back, not yet ready for my cock to leave her.

Mom came to her senses first, turning to look at me, her hair plastered to her face with sweat, "Oh Pete, I know we probably shouldn't have gone that far, but wow, I haven't had...for a long time...I ummm...well... I don't know what to say."

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"I know, I know," I said, very breathlessly, rubbing my hand up and down her back, "you are wonderful."

"You're not sorry?" she asked timidly, scared I guess, now that we had done it again, that I would somehow feel regret.

"No, quite the opposite, I feel closer to you than I have ever felt," I said, truthfully.

She let out a long breath, almost of relief.

"I hate to be the one to be practical, but can you reach the blanket and put it under us before you...take it out," she said, slightly embarrassed I thought.

I knew straightaway what she needed; it was going to be a bit messy when I withdrew, and my cock was already softening. I did as she asked and placed it well under her. I slowly pulled my cock out, but before I placed her panties back in place, I looked between her red pussy lips and saw a white stream of cum starting to leak from her opening. I re-arranged her gusset to cover her, but there was such a lot of liquid, that it seeped past her soaked gusset and dripped onto the blanket now covering the seat of the sofa. Good thinking Mom, I thought.

I pulled my shorts back up and sat back on the sofa next to Mom, who was now next to me sitting on the blanket. I held her hand then leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She soon responded and we quickly had our tongues dancing together.

After a few minutes of this, Mom put her hand on my chest and gently pushed me away.

"I think we have risked enough for tonight," she whispered, looking me in the eye, "I had better go to bed in case he misses me again."

She looked at the TV which was by now just a blank screen, "Looks like the film is over. Would you mind just clearing up a bit. I'll take the blanket with me," she grinned.

I watched her get up, pick up the blanket and head for the door.

I couldn't help thinking how erotic it was, for her to be going to bed with my cum still inside her.

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A Massage for Mom's Headache Pt. 03 - Incest/Taboo

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PART 3

I slept really well, despite the weird dreams that I had, which were already beginning to fade in my mind. You know how it is, you try to remember, but they are right on the edge of your consciousness, and you can't bring them back. Perhaps this is a good thing.

All I know is, that when I woke up, my cock was rock hard, sticking out of my sleep-shorts, and standing up straight, pushing against the bed clothes. That is often a normal thing with young men first thing in the morning, but I wondered if it was the result of some of my dreams, that I could now no longer remember.

I pushed the bedclothes down off me and put my hand around my cock, remembering what had taken place last night with my mom. I don't know why she let me make love to her again, and especially in that risky situation in front of the TV, while my dad was asleep upstairs. I think she was very conflicted and nervous anyway, as she refused to allow me to remove any of her clothing, but to some extent that made it even more exciting.

I listened, but couldn't hear any noise in the house, and then I realised it was Sunday and that Dad was going to play his 'big golf match', that had so annoyed mom last night, so he would have left very early.

I replayed the first time with my mom, and then last night's episode, over in my mind as I slowly stroked my cock. The more I pictured how my mum looked, the more I realised that all that time I had just thought of her as 'my mom', I had been living with this very sexy woman, who looked good, exercised regularly, and was fit in all the right places.

I remembered her firm round breasts, how they felt in my hand, not huge, and not tiny, but with large dark nipples and even darker areola. I saw in my mind her flat stomach and shapely hips, that any 18-year-old girl would be proud to own. Then came her legs, long, toned, shapely, with just that small gap between them at the top even with her knees together. Then her sculptured ankles and feet, with toes that I discovered to my delight were so flexible, they could grip just as well as some people's fingers.

At her centre, I pictured her dark patch of short, trimmed, pubic hair, surrounding her pussy lips that when excited, opened with a sensuous fragrance, glistening with moisture, and inviting an entrance. Then the small nub of her clitoris at the apex, hood slipped back, to expose her most sensitive button, ready to be stimulated.

I thought back over last night, just pulling the gusset of her panties to one side, taking her so deep from behind, and also fingering her dark little rosebud. I was stroking faster and knowing I would soon reach the point of no return.

'Tap, tap, tap' on my door, "Are you awake Pete'" I heard my mom's voice.

"Errrr, yes, just about, did you want me for something?" I replied, hastily pulling the bedclothes up and with difficulty trying to push my cock back into my shorts, which wasn't very successful. I don't know why I felt I had to do that, even though my mom had touched it and felt it inside her, twice, it still seemed not right to have it on display in front of her.

She opened the door and came into my room a little more confidently than the last time. To my disappointment I saw that she was already dressed, so it didn't look likely it was going to be a repeat of the other time.

I could see that she wasn't going anywhere special today, as although she had dressed neatly as usual, she just had on a knee length skirt over bare legs, an ordinary white button-up blouse and her fluffy, open back, slippers on her feet.

"Hello," I said, "is everything ok Mom?"

"Yes, everything is ok, but ...well, I think we need to talk while your dad isn't here," she said, maybe not as confident as I had thought.

I don't suppose there would be a prize for guessing what about, I thought to myself.

"Only if you feel we have to," I said, becoming more awake now, and sitting up a bit, against my pillow.

She sat down demurely on the side of my bed.

"What has happened...," she started, "is something that can't be undone, you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, I know, carry on."

"I thought about it last night when I was in bed, lying next to your father, with...your ...your, 'seed' in me," she started to blush.

I realised that she balked at using words like 'cum' or 'cock' as it probably wasn't part of her upbringing, and I couldn't imagine her saying those things to my dad either.

"What did you think about," I asked gently, a bit embarrassed too now, "are you worried you might, you know, get pregnant or something?" wondering where this might be going.

"No, no, not that, you probably don't know, but I can't have another child, it's why you don't have any brothers or sisters," she said, her eyes a little downcast.

"Oh, you're right, I didn't know, sorry."

"There's no need to be sorry, it's not your fault, but that wasn't what I wanted to talk about."

"Ok," I said, noticing that my cock had already seriously diminished in size, tucked away in my shorts.

"As I was saying," she seemed to be choosing her words carefully, "what's done is done...oh, this is embarrassing... I feel... a bit... ashamed that I have taken away something from you that I shouldn't have done."

"Well..." I tried to butt in.

"No, wait, hear me out, this is difficult enough, just listen. When I was just over 18 too, I had my first real experience." She looked at me. "I thought it would be something special, but it turned out that it wasn't anything mind-blowing, and yes, it was before your father, although like your father, he was a lot older than me too, so I thought he would know how to make it 'special'. Do know what I mean?"

"I guess so, sort of," I said, "but... why wasn't it 'special'," I asked, wondering if she would tell me.

"I'm not sure I could tell you all the details, it would be too embarrassing for both of us I think."

My cock was starting to stir again at this intimate revelation she was confiding in me. 'Why don't you ask her about it, you know you want to?' - the cock-voice was back.

Did I want to know about how my mom lost her virginity? It would be a bit weird to ask, wouldn't it?

'She wants to tell you. Just imagine it, Kate, your mom at 18, short skirt, long legs, even sexier than now, about to be penetrated for the first time. That's got to be an exciting story, hasn't it?' it said, louder, as my cock grew to full stiffness again.

"Errmm, well, you don't have to tell me if it's too awkward, but it might make me understand what you are trying to tell me," I coaxed her.

She was fiddling with her fingers and looking down at her nails, while she thought it through, and weighed up her thoughts.

I ran my fingers slowly over my cockhead, imperceptible to my mom sat on the bed in front of me, while my internal voice and I, waited in perverted anticipation.

"Alright, but again, it's just between us, I don't want anyone else to know we've had this conversation," she said, eventually.

"Of course," I said, "that goes without saying."

She was blushing more fully now.

"I had met this man; he was the friend of a friend. He told me fairly soon that he had been married before, but it hadn't worked out. That didn't bother me, as he seemed more, what's the word...emmm,... 'sophisticated' and mature than the younger lads I had dated. I enjoyed older men's company more, and it wasn't long before we were being more intimate. I am sure you know what that means without me explaining it?"

"Yes, ok."

"So anyway, he seemed to know what he was doing in that department, and I let him do more and more as the weeks went by, until one evening we ended up in his small flat after a nice meal with wine - he liked his wine - and we started doing all the usual things," she paused.

"You mean like kissing and stuff," I prompted her.

She lightened the mood for the first time by giggling briefly, "Yes, but more of the 'stuff' than kissing."

"I see."

I felt small drops of pre-cum on my fingers as I slowly ran my finger over my stiff cockhead under the covers.

"So, that evening, we both ended up with completely no clothes on for the first time, and although I had seen his ...penis, a couple of times before, I hadn't really thought through what it might be like if he, you know," she lowered her voice as if someone might hear, "put it in me."

I rubbed my cock a bit more; this was turning into a sexy story that I hadn't anticipated.

"He took me into the bedroom, and we did a bit more touching and things on the bed, then it just sort of happened, as though it was the next natural thing to do."

"Are you saying you didn't agree?" I asked, wondering if this what she was getting round to telling me.

"No, I mean, yes. I mean, it wasn't like that, that's not what I meant, he didn't force me or anything, it just seemed we drifted into him ending up inside me."

"Did he hurt you then?"

"No, it wasn't painful really, a bit uncomfortable maybe as I wasn't used to it then. Anyway, I tried to enjoy it and see what all the fuss was about, and he wasn't rough or anything. Well, I didn't feel anything wonderful, and after only a few minutes of him moving in and out, he groaned, and I felt really wet down there."

"So, you hadn't used anything?"

"No, it was stupid, I know, but as I said it wasn't planned, we just did it and I knew it couldn't be undone."

I was putting two and two together.

"Then, when you were in bed last night and you could feel my cu...'seed' inside you, it reminded you. Is that what you are saying?"

"Yes," she said quietly. A tear ran down her cheek, that she hastily brushed away. "I feel as though I may have done the same thing to you, that he did to me, taken away a moment that should have been special, and should have been with somebody special, and it can't be undone."

I now understood what she had been trying to say and had a hard cock to go with it.

"No, hey Mom, that's not true, come here," I said, gently pulling on her shoulders. She somewhat reluctantly let me bring her head to my chest. I put an arm round her, and as a reflex to her laying down, her legs lifted off the floor and onto the bed, so that she was lying next to me, but separated by the bedclothes.

"Shh," I soothed her, "it's ok, everything is fine, I don't feel that way at all," I said, honestly.

I stroked and ran my fingers through her soft hair that smelled of her regular coconut shampoo.

"You don't think I might have ruined things for you, for your...first time," she almost whispered.

"No, of course not, I didn't expect it to happen like that, but for me, it was a wonderful thing, you are someone special and I doubt that it could ever have been better, no matter who it was."

She was quiet for a few moments.

"You aren't just saying that to make me feel better, because it is important for me to know," she pressed.

"No, I do mean it," I replied, "and I love you for it," I continued, in a similarly quiet voice, moving her hair back behind one ear, leaving her face clear.

She was quiet again, but there didn't seem to be any more tears. Neither of us seemed to know what to do next.

After a short time of me running my fingers through her hair, she stirred a little, "I'd better go and get on with a few chores," she said.

The little voice piped up, 'don't let her go, ask her to stay'.

I don't think she will, I thought, not after that chat.

'She might, you won't know unless you ask, will you', it said.

My cock was still hard from hearing her share her story, from her clean perfumed smell, and her warm closeness to me.

'You'd better do it now', it insisted, 'before she leaves'.

That damn voice is always more persuasive when I am aroused, it makes the normally impossible seem possible at the time.

I didn't immediately let go of her, "Do you have to? Erm.. couldn't you... maybe stay a while?" I asked, tentatively, without much hope she might say yes.

However, she didn't suddenly sit up and dash off, so I waited, hardly breathing.

"I'm not sure I should, with what I told you about how I feel."

"But we're comfortable with each other now, aren't we?" I asked.

"I hope so, but I think we should leave it there."

'Don't let her go', it shouted in my head.

I thought desperately, "Can I ask you something Mom?"

"Of course you can."

"You won't get cross or anything?"

"Now you have me worried about what you want to ask, but go on, I promise I won't be cross whatever it is." she replied, I think, a bit intrigued.

"Well," I hesitated for a moment, "when we ...did it..."

"Yes."

"You did enjoy it, didn't you?"

I could feel the heat from her face as the redness spread up from her neck.

She spoke very quietly, "Yes, I did." I felt the muscles of her face grin briefly, "I thought you would have noticed, but I am not as young as the girls you should be going out with and having fun with."

'See, this isn't going to be as difficult as you thought', the voice reminded me it was still there.

"I think you look quite young," I said, "you have clear, soft skin, a nice, shaped body and everything is...well... where it should be."

"I don't think that when I look in the mirror," she retorted.

"Then you need a new mirror," I quipped.

"Or rose-tinted glasses for an old woman," she responded.

I sat up a little higher in the bed so I could see more of her beside me. "Look at you, soft, dark hair, attractive face and stunning green eyes, nice curves, long shapely legs. What do you see that I don't?" I challenged her.

"Maybe it's you that needs glasses," she said, putting a hand under one breast and lifting it slightly, "I don't even have much 'up top' here to talk about, I don't know about the rest. Perhaps that's why your dad lost interest ages ago."

Ah, so she is telling me they don't have much, or any, sex now, that was something I had wondered about.

"I think they're perfect," I said, as I took a risk, and ran a fingertip over her blouse, in a figure of eight around both breasts.

She didn't do, or say, anything, so getting a bit bolder, I cupped one of her breasts in my hand, gently feeling and squeezing it. Gratifyingly, even through her clothes, I felt the nipple stand up to attention.

"Pete," she said, a little huskily, "I don't think we should..."

"No one is here, and he won't be until 'the big match' (- I did air quotes with my index fingers -) is over and even then, they will all be in the clubhouse, no one will know."

"I know, but its not that. If we did...I'm sorry, I get embarrassed saying these things, if we did... 'IT', more, then I might want even more, and it's not fair on you."

"Lying here next to you, I feel very comfortable," I said, "touching you, like this..." I cupped her breast again, "makes me feel very close to you." I sought out her nipple and squeezed it gently, "Do you like that?"

"Yesss," she whispered, throatily.

'Go on ask her to join you', the voice of my very rigid cock advised.

For what seemed the longest time, we lay there in silence, my mom acquiescent to my hand roaming around her breast over her clothes.

"Why don't you slip in beside me, so that we can cuddle a bit," I asked, hopefully.

I knew she took time to think about things, process the pros and cons, before she came to decisions, so I didn't press her further. I just played gently with her breasts, feeling her breathing slowly change, as I sensed her becoming aroused.

"I think I need to go to the bathroom," she said, starting to disentangle herself.

That's it I thought, she will just go downstairs afterwards, and I'll have to rely on my hand again.

When she got to the door, she stopped and turned. "I'll come back in a moment," she said, surprising me, and disappeared towards the bathroom.

Oh my God, she was going to come back. What would she let me do? Did she want...? So many thoughts going through my head. In anticipation and hope of what might happen, I quickly slipped my shorts and sleepshirt off, dropping them onto the floor on the opposite side of the bed.

I heard the toilet flush and then water running, then the sound of her feet padding across to the main bedroom and then back towards my room.

She left the door wide open as she entered and placed a small bottle on my bedside cabinet. It looked like the oil I had used to massage her for her headache, so I wondered if that was what she wanted me to do again.

She looked down at me, "Was it getting too hot for you," she said, indicating my now bare chest.

I felt a bit embarrassed now that she had noticed immediately that I had stripped for action and didn't know quite how to reply.

"If it is warm in there, I think I should at least take off these," she said, unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it down her arms, then expertly unzipping her skirt, and wiggling out of it in one slick movement.

She stood there looking for my reaction, in just a flimsy white bra, her dark nipples evident and erect and a dark triangle just visible through the material of her matching panties. The sensuous gap between her toned thighs, where they met her body, drew my eyes like a magnet. I just stared.

"Aren't you going to invite me in then?" she said, a little bemused.

I snapped out of my reverie, holding the bedclothes up for her, and she nimbly slid in beside me. I turned on my side towards her, so we were face to face.

Putting her hand on my hot cheek, she looked into my eyes, mesmerising me, "You are sure about this Pete?" she whispered.

"Yes," I replied, nervous that I was already so excited, that I might come before we did very much.

She shuffled closer so that her bra-clad breast pressed against me, and my hard cock made contact with her stomach. She gave a little smile when it touched her, and I put one arm over her onto her back to draw her closer.

"That feels nice," she said, "can I ...?"

It was a rhetorical question, as I immediately felt her fingers wrapping around my cock. She hadn't touched me much during our two previous encounters, but now she explored it blindly, with her fingertips, pulling my foreskin down and running her fingers over the swollen head, picking up the lubricating pre-cum as she went.

The pleasure she was giving me, and knowing it was my sexy mom touching me, was so exquisite, that I completely forgot that I could touch her too. She kept up her slow ministrations, alternately wanking me and then just using her fingers to spread the slippery liquid around and under the head.

I could feel what was going to happen very soon if she kept that up, I wanted her to carry on, but also, I didn't, it was way too soon.

"Mom, you need to stop, I'm too close to..."

She clearly understood because she stopped dead.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't realise how sensitive you might be."

She moved her face closer and touched her lips onto mine. I responded, and without any additional touching we were kissing like young lovers, tongue to tongue, dancing and wrestling in each other mouths.

After some minutes, don't ask me how many, because I had already lost track of time, she drew away.

"It is warm in here," she said, "I am going to throw the covers back if that's ok?"

I nodded 'yes', and she did.

"Now I can see you," she said, looking down at where my rampant cock was pulsing slightly. "Just stay where you are for a moment."

I didn't know what she was going to do until she slid quickly down the bed, and I felt her take my cock in her hand again, but then a warm feeling engulfed the head, and when I looked down, I saw my sexy mother in just her flimsy bra and panties, had the head of my cock in her mouth.

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She swirled her tongue around the head, no doubt tasting my pre-cum as she did it, then took more of me in her mouth and slowly withdrew it. No one had done that to me before, and I am at a loss to describe how it felt for the first time, so I am not even going to try.

I felt her pull my foreskin right back and lick under the rim of my helmet, then back over the top and with the tip of her tongue, probe into my pee slit. I was already close before, and now I couldn't stop it.

"Mom, Mom, I am going to come," I said, desperately, forgetting totally she didn't use words like that.

"Huh, Huh,...hmmm," was all I heard, as she put my cock back into her mouth, stimulating it more with her tongue.

The first blast felt like a geyser blowing off, and how she coped with it, I don't know, as it must have hit the back of her throat with some force. She kept the head in her mouth, presumable swallowing all the time. Three, four, and five spurts, then smaller ones. She sucked and swallowed almost all of it until there was just a dribble which she licked off as it emerged.

She slid back up the bed, wiping the excess from around her lips with the back of her hand. As she settled back down beside me, she grinned at me, "Was that a first too?" she asked.

"Wow, yes, it was," I admitted, "I didn't think you would..."

"What, just because I'm not a modern young girl, you didn't think I knew how to do that?" she carried on grinning.

"No, I didn't mean that."

"I know, I was just joking with you," she said.

Now that she had performed that on me, I wanted to taste her, to see what it was like, and while I might have been shy to suggest it initially, I thought that now I could.

"Can I do that to you?" I asked.

"Do you really want to; I could rarely get your dad to do it to me?"

"I'd like to, but you may have to tell me if I don't do it right," I said, a bit nervously, for although I had seen it done on the internet, I wasn't sure if it was that simple in reality.

"I think I'd like that," she said, almost shyly, "but I think it's time I took these off," she added, sitting up and putting both hands behind her back.

Within seconds, her bra was on the floor, exposing her firm, round, breasts to my gaze. Her panties quickly followed, leaving her naked, lying next to me, her legs closed.

I sat up and looked down at her body; those breasts with their nipples proud and erect, her flat stomach with a hint of muscle from working out, then her triangle of dark pubic hair, just as I had pictured it in my mind earlier.

Although I had only just come, my cock was already recovering at the sight and the thoughts in my head, of what I hoped was to come.

I leaned down over her and took one of her nipples in my mouth, suckling on it and using my tongue as she had done, with my cock. I ran my hand over the other one, pinching the nipple gently, and rolling it between my fingers. I didn't stay very long on her breasts, as I wanted to move further down.

I slid down the bed as she had done, until my face was level with her patch of hair. I gently pulled one leg towards me to leave a space in-between, and once they were far enough apart, moved my knees in-between them and slid my body down flat, on my stomach, until my mouth was in the right position.

Tentatively, I pushed out my tongue until I felt it contact her pubic hair. I felt around with the tip until it fell between her pussy lips, where I encountered lots of moisture already. I tried just pushing between them, but it didn't seem to be as easy as I had seen.

"Use your fingers, to hold me open a bit," she whispered the instruction.

Oh yes, I thought how stupid. So, bringing my hands up, I brushed her trimmed dark hair to each side, and used the fingers of each hand to delve a little way into her slit, and then pulled each of her labia sideways, opening her up so that my tongue could now reach inside.

This was the first real close-up of her vagina that I had seen. As well as the sides of her pussy lips, I had a close-up view of her clit, the hood already back, leaving the pink sensitive nub exposed.

I licked slowly up and down inside each side, pleasantly surprised by the flavour and the sensuous smell of her arousal.

"Ohh," she sighed, "yes, that's it."

I licked round, savouring the unfamiliar taste, right down to her entrance, and then back up. She seemed to be enjoying it, but I knew that her clit was the most sensitive place, and so I gave that an experimental lick.

"Oh God, yes." she said, loudly. It was a good job there was no one else in the house.

I flicked it with my tongue and then sucked it into my mouth like I would a nipple. This had her moving her hips from side to side, breathing harder and almost unseating me.

"Oh heck, you learn fast," she panted.

I was enjoying making her squirm and move her hips up towards my mouth. I gauged what she liked the most by her movements, and sounds, then did that some more.

Now that I had her lips open and my tongue lashing around her clit, I searched for her entrance with my index finger, and slowly but easily, pushed it full length into her wet tunnel.

That brought forth more groans, so I added a second and began moving them in and out, while simultaneously licking and sucking her clit.

My cock had fully recovered now and was squashed between my stomach and the bed. I really wanted to put it inside her, but I wanted to make her cum with my mouth first, as she had done for me. I thought we would probably have plenty of time, as it was now only about mid-morning.

I felt her vagina gripping my fingers, and although she was very wet, it seemed to be getting tighter in there. Wanting to give her the most stimulation, I slid my free arm up over her stomach to her breasts, and now not only was I finger-fucking her and sucking on her clit but was able to pinch her nipples at the same time.

"Oh hell, oh hell," she panted, "don't stop please."

She was in a state now, making some unintelligible sounds, and I could feel her tensing her flat stomach. I realised my mom was about to come, and I was the one getting her there.

With a final gesture, I curled my fingers inside her and scrapped them along the top of the inside of her vagina on each stroke, while sucking her clit as far into my mouth as I could and flicking it with my warm tongue.

With something reminiscent of a wild howl, her muscles clenched my fingers inside her, and I felt a sudden stream of wetness come from within her. She lifted her hips up and down, and trapped my head between her thighs almost painfully, as her orgasm overtook her. I kept up the sucking on her clit and pinching of her nipple, trying to follow her crazy movements. It was unbelievably erotic to know that I had just made my mom come so hard like that.

Gradually she slowed down, then pushed on my head with her hands, "Too much, too sensitive now," she managed to get out, through her laboured breathing.

I did as she said, and just lay there, my fingers still deep inside her, but keeping them still.

"Phew, phew," she kept blowing out of her mouth, her body still vibrating on the bed.

After a minute or two, I slowly withdrew my fingers and slid up her body on top of her, supporting my weight from her on my elbows.

She felt the head of my hard cock touch her pussy lips. "Not yet," she said softly, "I need a few moments."

I placed my mouth on hers, some of her juices still on my lips and kissed her gently.

"That must be me I can taste," she said, sliding her tongue over my lips. "I've never tasted myself before," she added.

"You don't mind?" I asked.

"No, it's a bit strange I suppose, but I don't taste too bad do I," she said, lightly.

"No, quite the opposite," I assured her.

We kissed again, gently at first, then teased each other with our tongues, she in my mouth, then me in hers, she sucked me then I did the same for her. It was a sensuous interlude, allowing her to relax from her orgasm, but for me a mounting excitement.

I lifted one hand and gently stroked around her breast and nipple as we kissed. I could tell she was recovering, by the way she gradually increased the ferocity of her tongue play.

Lying there ready, between her legs, my cock kept jerking and poking at her mound, the head just touching the gap between her pussy lips. That small, but erotic contact, increased my excitement level almost to the top of the scale.

"If you want to, I'm ready now, "she whispered, mid-kiss, "but go slowly and be gently, I am still a bit sensitive," she warned me, putting her hands on my hips.

That was all I needed to hear to move that little bit forwards so that the head of my cock parted her wet and swollen labia. I thought I would have to adjust my cock with my hand, but with her wetness and the position we were in, I felt the head of my cock lodge in the indentation that was her entrance. With myself perfectly aligned, and with another gentle movement of my hips, the head popped inside my mom's vagina once more.

Taking heed of what she had said, I moved gently forwards a little more, desperately curbing the urge to bury myself deep within her in one long thrust. Just the knowledge that I was entering my sexy mom took me close to the edge, never mind the feeling of her wet, warmth, around my cock.

I wasn't aware that we had stopped kissing, nor that her sparking green eyes were staring into mine, as I gradually sheathed the whole of my cock, as far as I could, in her tight channel.

When our pubic hairs crushed against one another and our pubic bones met, it felt fantastic, but not real. I could hardly believe that we were in this position again, by mutual consent, and longing.

I think I was just staying still, and letting the sensations that surrounded my cock flow through me when...

"You can move if you want to," she whispered, in a husky voice, "let me feel you moving."

Slowly I withdrew to the tip and then pushed gently back inside. I began the rhythm again, supporting myself on my hands and pushing up. I tested my will not to come yet, by looking down between us; past her round breasts and dark nipples, past her flat stomach and belly button, to see her pubic hair parted by my cock, moving at the pace I had set, in and out of my mom.

Despite having already come earlier, it was just too sexy for me to last too long, and I think my mom could sense it.

As I speeded up the pace, Mom started to push gently at my hips against my thrusts, effectively slowing and almost stopping me from fucking her. I thought that I was maybe hurting her, as she had warned me, but couldn't think why else she would do that.

"Pete, rest a moment," she said, "I hope you won't think this is really weird, but I want to give you something."

I lay back down on her, my cock twitching inside her with anticipation of what it wanted to do, "Give me something?" I said, questioningly.

"Yes, I thought of it first thing this morning."

It was slightly surreal having a conversation with my mom while I was lying on her, my cock buried to the hilt in her vagina.

"Err ok, what do you mean," I said, totally at a loss.

"I will have to get up to give it to you," she said, mysteriously, "so can you just... ummm... come out of me for a moment."

Slightly disappointed, I withdrew my cock right out, it was covered in her white secretions, a few drops dripping from it onto the bed.

She quickly sat up and reached over to the bedside cabinet for the small bottle she had brought with her first thing.

"This is the plain massage oil that I mixed with the lavender oil; you remember?" she asked.

"Yes, sure."

"I am going to rub some on your ...emmm.. penis," she said, unstopping the bottle and pouring a little into her hands.

Oh, I thought, she is going to finish me with a hand job, it wasn't quite what I had in mind, but I didn't want to spoil it by making a fuss or complaining.

She gently covered my cock with a lavish amount of oil until she was satisfied it was really slippery, then stoppered the bottle and put it back on the cabinet.

She looked lovingly into my eyes and wrapped a hand around my cock. Here comes the hand job I thought.

"You remember what I said earlier about taking something from you, well, while I was thinking that I decided I could give you something that can be special between us, and only us."

I kept silent, intrigued as to where this was going.

"You know when we did... 'this'...on the sofa," she began.

I was surprised how shy she still was about using overtly sexual words, and how it made her blush, but I waited for her to continue.

"You remember you used your finger in my...'bottom'." She looked away from me. "Well, it felt sort of nice and I've never tried it like that before, ever, so I thought you could be the first...with me..." she said, "a sort of different loss of ...'virginity', but for both of us...together...but only if you want to?" she stuttered, clearly embarrassed at having to say these things out loud.

"You want me to put my finger..."

"No, I want you to put this," she squeezed her oily hand around my cock, "in me, there." she finally said.

Oh wow, I thought, she wanted me to be the one to have her first anal sex. I never thought my mom would ever ask me that. We would both be in uncharted territory, but I understood that was what she was offering me, her 'other sort of virginity'. Now I understood why she had covered my hard cock with oil. I had wondered how anal sex might feel when I had watched it on my computer, but never thought I would get to try it with my mom.

"I don't want to hurt you," I said, a bit uncertain now about how it might work.

"I am sure you won't, we can always stop," she assured me.

Now she had made her mind up, she seemed determined to go through with it, so I put the uncertainty away, as I felt the excitement level rising.

"I'll move back onto the bed and be in the same position that I was in on the sofa," she said, crawling onto the centre of the bed on her hands and knees. "You move to be behind me," she instructed.

I already had an idea how this was going to work, so was already moving to be on my knees behind her, looking down at her tight buttocks in front of me. I could see her puffy, pussy lips, going down under her, but straight in front of me was that light brown, closed ring, of wrinkled muscle.

I moved my hands over her back and bottom, stroking gently, then I moved one hand around the side, along the crease of her thighs, until I found her pubic hair. Sliding my fingers down, I located her clit once more and began teasing it round and round, until I heard the satisfying sound of my mom starting to breath faster.

I knew the theory of what I had to do, so using some of the copious oil Mom had massaged onto my cock, I tentatively spread some onto her puckered ring with my fingers. I saw it contract and expand as she felt the contact. I continued to stroke her clit as I carefully probed that tight entrance with the tip of my finger. It seemed a little easier this time, perhaps because Mom was expecting it, but my finger soon slipped in and with a little further push I had it fully inside her.

She sighed, "Mmmmm, yes, that's ok."

I moved both hands in the same rhythm for a while, sensing by her breathing and sighs that she was starting to enjoy the two sensations together.

I looked at my cock pointing straight at the target and wondered how it was ever going to enter her, as the difference to the size of my finger was many times.

"Do you want to try now," she said, her breathing noisy.

"Tell me though if you want me to stop," I said, removing my finger, and my other hand, then positioning the head of my cock in the vacant space.

My cock was very slick with all the oil, and it was difficult to hold it firmly, but I managed to keep it in place while I pushed my hips forwards. She stayed still as I pushed, but my cock just seemed to slip and slide around it, and wouldn't go in. I pushed a bit harder and despite its hardness, I could feel my cock bending in the middle.

It was frustrating; my excitement level was sky high, I was trembling with the effort and need, but it just seemed too big to fit.

Mom must have been feeling uncomfortable with the pushing, "Hold on," she said, "let me try to relax some more, then try."

I eased off and waited, my cock just touching her tight little sphincter. I saw it pulse a few times like a portal opening then closing. On the next one, I pushed forwards harder than I really wanted to, and suddenly it felt like a thick elastic band had been clamped around the purple helmet of my cock, and I could see that the entire head had popped inside.

"Ohhh, wait," she said, panting a little. "I really need to get used to that for a moment."

I stayed still, looking in wonder at my cock partially embedded in Mom's rear entrance. It felt very tight, and I wasn't sure I could get much more in, but I waited for her to tell me it was ok to try. I stroked her back, and down her crease where my cock was lodged, then underneath through her pubic hair and back again.

"It feels so big in there, but see if it will go further now," she said.

I put a hand on the side of each hip so that I was holding her firmly, and then pushed my hips towards her just a fraction at a time. I was amazed to see my cock was actually being swallowed up slowly, and she seemed to be taking it ok.

"That's it, slowly," she said.

I was three-quarters of the way inside her, and it still seemed to be sliding in further.

Finally, all I could see was my pubic hair against her bottom. I was in all the way.

"Are you ...all...in now," she asked.

"Yes," I whispered, in awe at how she had taken it in.

"A first time for us both," she said, quietly.

"Is it ok to move?" I asked her, wanting to find out how it felt compared to her vagina.

"Yes, but be gentle, you are stretching me already," she replied.

As gently as I could, I started to pull out until just the head was left in her, then again as gently as possible, pushed all the way back in. I did it again, and again

"Are you ok Mom?"

"Yes, it feels...I don't know... different, but I am beginning to like it now that I am more used to it."

I held onto her hips as I moved a tiny bit faster on each of the strokes, feeling such a tightness on my cock that was stimulating it far quicker than when I was in her pussy. I guess the taboo nature of all of this was adding to the excitement too.

She had started to moan quietly, and I saw she had put one hand under her, and from the position of it, was rubbing her clit.

I was already feeling that familiar tingling once again, after only a few minutes of being fully inside her, and knew that I wouldn't be able to hold it for long with the eroticism invading all my senses. I increased the pace a little more, my mom still rubbing her clit.

"Oh God, Oh God," she panted, "Ohhhh, mmmm... I'm nearly...ohhhhhh."

Just hearing her so close to coming, with me inside her, took me that extra distance, to the place where I could think about nothing else but getting my cock as far inside as I could.

I felt the spasms start deep down in my cock as it started to pump my sperm up the long tube and out, into my mom. I grunted and groaned as I felt it erupt, and my mom joined me, as she felt something being released into her.

Together, we made a lot of noise, as I felt her sphincter grip me and then loosen then grip me again, like a vice. I pummelled my cock in and out only a small amount, as we both orgasmed in our own way, but with the same sounds, both of us incoherent.

I slowed down and stopped. My heart was racing and judging by the panting, we were both in the same state.

I didn't move as she laid her head down on the pillow, the back of her arms flat on the bed, her bottom still sticking up in the air with me inside her. Slowly she slid her knees backwards either side of me, forcing me to follow her, and end up lying on top of her back, my legs between hers and my nose in her hair.

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"Oh, sweet lord, what just happened," she whispered, croakily.

I lifted her hair, nuzzled, and kissed her neck, "Something fantastic," I said, with feeling.

"Yes, it was, it's not something I'll forget easily."

"You really haven't done that before," I asked.

"No, truthfully, that was my first time. I had no idea it might feel so good though. I hope it was for you too?"

"Oh hell, yes, it was. Do you think... I mean emmm... could we do...'things' sometimes," I asked, hesitantly, wondering if all of this would each be just a once-off, and then we would just go back to how we were before.

She thought for a long moment. "I don't want any of this to cause a problem later, but if you are very discreet, maybe occasionally, we can ...love each other," she said, quietly, as though by saying it, we might be found out somehow.

"I am, I will be," I said, "it's our secret, I swear."

"Good, and now, nice as this is, and I can still feel you inside, we need to clean up and have a shower."

"It's nice lying here with you," I said, "but I suppose you are right."

"You can join me if you like?" she said, sexily.

So, I did, but that's another story...