John was up early the next morning. He carefully hid the torn bra that had covered his girlfriend’s small but sexually sensitive tits. Strange that he accepted the forty seven year old Phoebe as his girl, but by god she was an unbelievable firecracker in bed. He still didn’t know she had come to his bed a virgin. He gave the house the once over finding the towels the girls had used. They smelled strongly of young pussy. The thought hardened him but he was confident Phoebe would look after his needs. He suddenly realized he didn’t know whether he had a washer and dryer or not. He searched for a doorway to the basement stairs, shocked at how little he still knew about the house. He finally found it beside the door to the pantry in the kitchen, close to the back door. Again, he was to be pleasantly surprised for he found several washing machines in good order and two large industrial sized dryers. Not only were there machines, but also a large roller iron that would make it easy to iron his linens. Once again he thanked his good fortune that he had bought the old place, especially when he found it so well equipped. The house purred in its contentment rattling a pipe, the only way it could purr. John wondered if the plumbing problems were going to be the problem, but although he was to hear the pipes many more times particularly at night, he never did have to call a plumber for that particular problem. After he threw the towels in a washing machine he raced upstairs to continue his once around. He was extremely pleased at how clean the old place was, the ladies had done a wonderful job.
It was a shame that it would soon be dirty again, because as soon as his mother saw how good a housekeeper he was, he planned to start tearing down the multiple bedroom walls on the third floor. It always struck him strange how as a grown man he still felt he had to measure up to her standards of excellence. He shrugged his shoulders, realizing it didn’t really matter, he simply catered to her wishes because he loved her so. Although he often grumbled to himself that she was an interfering, nosy, female, in truth he was looking forward to seeing her again as always. Finally, she arrived, and as he let her in the door, he noticed the new black Mercedes parked out front. Grandpa had been looking after her again. His father had been an only child and after his death in one of the inevitable wars the country seemed to embroil itself in, his parents had doted on their grandchildren. Extremely wealthy they saw to it that their son’s family lacked nothing sending him and his siblings to the finest schools in the country. Grandpa had a way of demanding excellence and did not tolerate less than the best endeavors scholastically.
He noticed his mother was as beautiful as ever, the musky scent of expensive perfume in his nostrils as he bent to kiss her check. He suddenly had the urge to grab her by her succulent ass and grind her pelvis against his own. He resisted the almost overpowering urge but the kiss slide along her check to the corner of her mouth, lasting far longer than propriety allowed. She let out a little embarrassed laugh and said, “You must have really missed me, John.” He saw a look in her eye that belied the laugh, a look he had never seen before. He stepped back from her hoping she would not notice the bulge in his trousers. God it was embarrassing. He wanted to mate with his own mother, now, on the floor if necessary. Tear the expensive pantsuit she wore off her body and mate. He controlled himself and led her deeper into the house assuming that it was the state of arousal that Phoebe seemed to be able to keep him in that had transferred itself to the first good looking female who walked in the door. God he needed Phoebe!
His mother on the other hand had no such excuse. The moment she had stepped through the door into his arms her pussy creamed, signaling its preparedness to mate. She had almost thrust her loins against his, seeking his response. Surely, it wasn’t because he was single again. Maybe the divorce, which she had felt so badly about, had matured him in such away that it had made him sexually attractive. She knew that both he and his brother Brian looked a lot like their dad, but it had never elicited such a primal reaction from her body before. This was her son for god sakes and here she wanted to spread her legs like some common strumpet. Her nipples erected at her thoughts, she shook her head, unnerved by the almost overwhelming compulsion to screw, to fuck. Normally she wouldn’t even think in those terms, but now her body was in totally sexual rebellion. “Son, will you get my bags out of the car please?” She needed a moment away from him to compose herself, regain control of her emotions. She really wanted to see the old house that her son was talking so excitedly about, so when he returned with bags in hand, she told him to set them in the foyer maintaining self-control over her libidinous body.
They began to go through the house together; both needed to constantly exercise self-control. A woman of taste she saw in the main floor the potential of the home that her architect son had seen. When it was built, it had been trimmed as a showpiece with beautiful wood oak trim throughout. The row of oak balusters topped by the curving hand-carved rail as it wound its way to the second floor incredible. The cost to replace the oak alone would be hundred’s of thousands and when she heard the price he had paid for it her sense of pride in him almost overcame her self-control. She really needed to get a grip she felt. She thought the kitchen was beautiful, although a bit opulent for everyday needs. The dinning room was magnificent, just waiting for the dinning room suite that she would help him pick out. He grabbed her bags and led her to the second floor. Here it was more austere, almost business like, with the many doors leading off the hall to bedrooms and bathrooms. He showed her the little washrooms and a few of the bedrooms with his newly purchased beds and asked which one she would like. She chose one that was beside a bathroom, where he set her bags. She couldn’t help but wonder how many women had plied their profession in it, causing her great sexual stress as her mind unbidden thought of multiple pussies, open wide, filled with thrusting male shafts. She sat on the bed, testing its softness, when she noticed a strange, not unpleasant smell, which seemed to pervade the room. She felt her sex demand attention, ache with need, as it oozed more exudate into her panties. She looked up at her son and asked, “What is that smell?”
“I don’t know. I’ve opened all the windows, cleaned like crazy, used strong smelling cleaners, all for naught,” he replied. “It’s unique to the house and to be honest I’ve grown to like it.”
She noticed the bulge in his pants as he spoke and wanted to reach out, grab it, pull it from the restraining trousers, and force it to service her in the urgency of her need. Suddenly he whirled and left the room, separating himself from her, before the stimulus of seeing her on the bed, compelled him to an act that he was sure she would condemn him for, for the rest of his life. The separation helped them both and with renewed determination of self-control, they continued to examine the house together. She was surprised by the size of the bathroom hidden behind the door marked private, but was happy to see the showers having wondered where she would bathe. “There’s an old cast iron clawed tub on the third floor if you’d prefer. Come on I’ll show it to you.” He grabbed her hand; her pussy tingled, sending erotic sensation through her belly and thighs. He dropped her hand as though it had burned him and in a sexual sense it had. Sexually frustrated, he led her up to the third floor and showed her the beautiful old tub with the lions feet, so large she was sure two lovers could easily find room to bathe within it confines. Uncontrollable thoughts of her son’s naked body holding her own nakedness spun wickedly through her mind; as she felt in her mind, the warmth of bath water, his soapy hands, and the heat of her arousal. John left her abruptly once again, his own imagination working overtime, causing his balls to ache as they produced sperm in massive amounts, sure that they would soon be called on to fertilize. He called from the hallway as he adjusted his pole like cock to a more comfortable position, “Come and see the new bed I bought the other day.”
