CHAPTER 1
Little by little Adair Ashford became aware his mom appeared interested in having sex with him.
Adair had always imagined if that were to happen his mom would pull out one of his adult magazines from his bottom drawer and sit beside him, arm around him with her hand resting around the front of his shoulder. She'd talk about the super dicks and shape and size of the females tits and ask which of the women he preferred and why. He'd feel a tit pressing into his back and she'd then say it was getting hot in his bedroom and would he mind if she removed her shirt.
But no. She was a little less obvious than that... at first.
Looking back Adair thought the first sign she was seriously interested was when she asked him to bring the washing off the clothesline. He'd done that chore a few times previously, loading the basket with towels, sheets, tea towels, his dad's shirts, his shirts and their underwear, her nightdresses and shirts, a couple of bras and a some sensible looking panties that mature women favor.
But this time there'd been virtually nothing on the line -- just three sexy looking bras and matching panties and two pairs of patterned stockings. Adair recalled being surprised, thinking his mom must be entering a more liberal period in life.
He said the underwear sets looked sexy and she replied did he think so and it was good he'd noticed. Those final words confused him and so he left the kitchen aware she was looking at him intently and smiling.
The next occasion that tinkled his bell occurred when he found as pair of her panties outside his bedroom door. Adair recalled picking them up and he sniffed the crotch. She came along, snatched them from under his nose and laughed saying she didn't think they were his briefs.
Goaded he'd called wasn't she wearing panties and just as she was turning into the master bedroom she pulled up the back of her skirt and said, "You're the expert, tell me."
He didn't reply but noticed she was wearing a pair of her sexy French panties.
Another time they were at the backdoor. She was entering and he was leaving.
"After you mom."
"Oh my, what a gentleman."
And as she passed she dragged her hand over his crotch. At first Adair thought his crotch just happened to be where her hand would be when she passed but then on reflection he recalled there'd been a gap of about eight to ten inches between them; she must have reached for him deliberately.
As if keeping up the pressure, Alison began asking him about his dates. She knew some of the young women who'd been to school with him. Then one evening she asked quietly, "Have you done it with Susan?"
"Mom!"
"What?"
"Aw I don't know. Next thing you'll be asked me what was it like."
"Indeed Adair. What was it like?"
Adair recalled gaping at her. She came forward and kissed him good night, catching his limp hand and drawing it up on to her breast and then pulled away and went off to watch TV waiting for his father to come home from his bowling night.
Perhaps an hour later Adair had awoken to hear the bed head in his parent's room banging against the TV room wall and Robert his father saying, "Steady on Alison, what's up with you tonight? You're on fire."
Adair didn't catch the reply.
A few nights later his mom dropped her subtleties. His father was away on business. Alison came into Adair's bedroom and asked, "Are you awake?"
Adair switched on the bedside light and said no, grinning. His mom removed her nightdress and stroking both breasts asked, "Would you like to have sex with me?"
"Yes," croaked Adair, letting go of his erection he'd been playing with.
Alison threw the blankets back. She gasped, "Oooh, that's impressive" and clambered up beside him panting.
Adair remembers that evening vividly, and why not?
"Do you want it up the front or the ass?" he said, and his mom trembled and said in disgust, "Ass?"
Adair misinterpreted that as a yes and race off to the bathroom to return with lube.
"What's that for?"
"To make it easier for me to slide up your ass mom."
"Oh god, how foul. Get away from me."
"No, you go. You're in my bed."
Alison began crying and shaking.
"What?"
"Why can't you be nice to your mother?"
"I am. I understand up the ass feels nice for most women, apart from perpetual moaners and women basically unsuitable to be fucked or those in the hands of careless males."
"Who told you that?"
"Guys and women."
"Oh. Are you aware women desire foreplay?"
"Yes mom, but you came in here looking hot so I guessed you wanted immediate red-hot action."
"Well you're wrong."
Adair sighed and told her to roll on to him and help herself.
"God, you have a lot to learn," she said, although doing as instructed.
They kissed and gradually the kissing became passionate and they soon were tongue fucking.
Adair touched her asshole with his little finger and was almost bucked through the ceiling. "Take it easy mom."
"Well don't touch me there."
When his mom moved down his chest licking his skin and nipples and then tongue-dipping into the belly button Adair reached across, removed the cap from the lube spray bottle and placed it under his pillow.
Alison began sucking him and heated up and became very interested. "It's time Adair."
But Adair was tactically prepared. "I'm not going into your vagina mom -- that hole is dad's."
"Oh come on Adair," she wined and went back to licking and jerking him.
"Turn and straddle me and I'll lick and finger your vagina."
"Oh Adair, you are so good to me," she said, obeying the man in charge.
Adair began fingering her and used his free hand to spray some lube on to her butt hole.
This time she didn't buck when he ran a finger across that hole. He increased his agitation of her pussy, getting three fingers in with ease, so added the other two digits and she spread her knees wider and he thought there was room to push his whole hand in but decided against it. He worked his fingers and used his forefinger of his other hand to begin working into her ass.
"What are you doing Adair," she grunted, taking her mouth off his dick.
Well it was time to push her. "You know I have to do this if you wish to be fucked."
She sunk her mouth back over his cock without replying. Adair took that to be a reluctant acceptance and pushed a second finger into her ass and worked at it gently to widen the orifice. She came over the fingers of his other hand and grunting rolled off him and puffing asked, "What position do you want me in?"
"On your hands and knees, head down, ass up high."
It was a big ass and soon he was half-way in, ignoring her squeals and requests for him to stop. He called, "We can fuck now."
As Adair began thrusting she pushed back and within thirty seconds he rested, with his dick buried to the max.
"Come on, get going," she gritted. "Your father will be home soon and if he catches us like this he'll beat the crap out of us."
"My nice and gentle father?"
She barked at her six foot-two son, "Fuck me you big idiot."
Adair grinned and obliged. He emptied into her and she fingered herself off to an explosive climax and said, "That was a beauty" and sank down, really spent. Adair withdrew with an almighty pop, that sounding not unlike a wet fart, and Alison laughed and surprised by declaring that had been one of her better fucks in recent years.
"Not the best."
"Get lost asshole."
Laughing Adair went off and ran a bath for her. When it was ready he called her and in the kitchen poured her a vodka on the rocks.
Awash in the bath Alison took her drink and pulled his head down to deliver a motherly kiss on the lips. She asked whimsically, "Will I go to hell for allowing my son to fuck me?"
"No mom. That's just propaganda spread by jealous grandmothers with dried up pussies."
Alison laughed unrestrained, slopping some of her drink into the bath and the floor.
A couple of days later one of Adair's neighbors Mrs Reynolds called him over to fix a leaking faucet and said, "Your mom whispered to me she's having sex with you." Mrs Reynolds was one of those housewives viewed loosely from afar that Adair called 'succulent'. It was an hour later before Adair staggered away from Mrs Reynolds whom he left, red-faced and panting, licking one of her breasts.
At the weekend by chance Adair met his aunt in the mall. His mom's youngest sister said Alison had told her a very big secret. Adair groaned as Jill leant forward and squeezed his cock.
"Aunt Jill, stop it. We're in public view."
"Well hurry up, take me somewhere where we can do it."
Six weeks later, already losing weight because of excessive sexual activity, a relieved Adair went to college. Because those older women had taught him so much, Adair the freshman found himself in demand and his reputation spread and even a couple of female assistant professors took him aside for so-called 'private tuition'. He advanced into group sex and learned to wear a butt plug to avoid taking it up there by eager guys or women wearing strap-ons when he was otherwise seriously occupied.
Adair came home for term breaks and gradually his mom and four other neighbors he had been servicing lost interest but not Aunt Jill who for some years dragged him off for a night or up to a week at a hotel or motel to have Adair fuck all orifices. She told him Uncle Dan was pretty good but didn't do asshole and didn't like his dick being sucked and so that left a great gap in her life for Adair and his dick. Adair really liked Aunt Jill and her love of sex and her foul language during their robust bouts and so accepted her dependency on him.
Adair graduated and worked for a local law firm for five years. After missing out on a junior law partnership competing against three other contenders, he felt aggrieved and left his hometown as soon as he secured a post elsewhere.
Merlon City with more than 750,000 people suited Adair fine. The atmosphere in the central business district was dynamic, rather new and clean for a big city and his work in family law was very satisfying. Being gym fit and well aware of what women want, Adair couldn't complain about his zip being down so often, even drawn down by some of his more lively companions with their teeth.
In time Adair's private nickname for Merlon was Fuck City. However as he turned twenty-nine Adair knew something was missing in his life -- real romance and by implication real sex and anything rising above that, for example, receiving the total concern and trust from someone other than himself and his family. He felt ready and decided to go for it.
Easier said than done.
