The Mother And Son Next Door

The 'Mother and Son' Next Door

I watched him as he came into the bathroom. He was naked. A nineteen year old, a fully grown man with a physique that anyone of his age would be proud. A beautiful boy that must have rocked many a girl's heart. He yawned and stretched. I could see his muscles flex under a lightly tanned skin.

There was plenty to see on this body. An absence of excess fat, each and every muscle standing out. Like so many of his age he waxed to show off his muscled chest. No hair grew around his cock and balls. This was a boy worthy of the sculptors art.

He took hold of his flaccid cock and pointed it at the toilet. Piss splashing on the water. He waited until his pipe was drained then let it fall against his ball sack. I watched him move to the sink and turn on the tap. He splashed water on his face and looked himself in the mirror.

With a sink full of hot water he did all the things he needed to do in readiness for a shave. His overnight growth now covered in shaving foam, he wet the razor and then began carefully shaving. He'd shaved off the hair on his top lip when the door opened.

She walked in. Naked like him, not as young but for a woman in her forties looking good. The hips were wider than twenty years before, the thighs a little more fleshy. Her breast now sagged but still were a pleasant sight. Her body with the same all over tan as his.

She pressed herself into his back, her arms around his chest. She kissed between his shoulder blades. Her head rested on his back as he carried on shaving. Still with her holding him he bent and washed off the last of the shaving foam from his face. He turned and smiled.

She felt it on her thigh. His cock now engorged with blood. He took her hands and led her to the shower. He turned on the water. He stepped closer and took her in his arms. They kissed while she held his erection as the water warmed.

The warm water cascaded down her body. With tender touches he washed her. He moved from her neck, down her chest and beasts across her taught stomach to her crotch. He did not linger at her shaven slit. He carrying on to her thighs, calves and feet. He finished with her arms and hands. She washed him in the same way. She did not linger a moment on his cock and balls.

They dried each other and left. She followed him to the bedroom and the unmade bed. He lay and she knelt beside him. She took his hard cock and stroked him. Gentle fingers pulled back his foreskin to expose his glistening head. Her eyes on him as her head went down. Her lips parted and slid over his head, her tongue over his swollen glans. His hand was in her still wet hair as she sucked and licked him.

She knew he wouldn't last long so early in the morning and despite him having her twice during the night. A night that was filled with love as it had been for the last year. Her heart swelled as his cock swelled and she took his cum. He lay still as sperm was pumped into her mouth. She swallowed and was still.

She left him, walking naked through the house and into the kitchen. By the time he arrived she had set everything for breakfast. The smell of fresh brewed coffee filled the air. He kissed her tenderly on the lips his arms around her, his hand cupping her bum.

I woke. My nipples were erect and my pussy felt moist. Such a dream I'd had before but still the same effect. Except this wasn't a dream. You see he was Rodney Blake, a model student, studying for a degree in electronic engineering. She was Helen Carter a senior nurse at the local hospital. She was divorced, Rodney was her only child. She had changed her surname back to Carter after the divorce.

By all account she was well respected by the hospital. Helen Carter could be relied upon to turn in for her shift, never sick and always on time. Some nights she stayed on to add a little extra care to a patent

To the outside world they were mother and son. They had been my neighbours for a year now. She told me she moved with her job and to be near him while he was studying. It wasn't until a few months ago I discovered they were lovers. Neither her offspring or his parents knew of this, accepting the story that it was convenient for him to lodge with her.

It was nice to have a divorcee living next door, a year since they had moved in. I had been divorced for three year. I got the house and the car. He got to keep his pension as mine was better. I've seen him since and he's found himself another wife. Hardly surprising, he couldn't manage on his own. He needed a mother and housekeeper more than he needed a wife and lover. But that was him.

Me I didn't need much. Had a boyfriend but at thirty six had no intention of spoiling my life with another marriage. I liked him but in no way did I love him. I did love the sex. A guy without a great personality but good in bed was hard to find so I gave him plenty to keep him interested. Not that I was ever tired of fucking, the thing that my ex had never been over interested in.

He'd wanted to move in. The last thing I wanted and the one thing that almost broke us up. That was until I made him an offer. Sex once during the week and an all nighter on Friday but he must be gone by six on Saturday morning. He bought it and we were happy.

Now back to my neighbours and how I discovered who they really were. It was one Thursday, I know that because I'd got back from Brussels that morning after a very productive meeting with some clients. I was all set to have a few hours in bed when next door's alarm went off. We had keys to each others houses as a just in case, parcel deliveries and the like.

I was down to my knickers so just put on my coat and went to investigate. I took the key and alarm fob from the table in the hallway and left. I knew I had to be cautious. If it was an intruder heaven knows what could happen. I circled the house. Couldn't see any open window. With a racing heart I unlocked. My phone rang and I all but jumped out of my skin. It was Helen.

"Hi Helen just opened the back door. Doesn't look like there's been a break in. Just going to have a look around. You want to stay on the line. Only be a minute.."

"You be careful."

"I've walked around and can't see any broken windows or doors."

Quick as I could I went to the panel and cancelled the alarm.

"The panel says the motion sensor in the bedroom has been activated. I'll go and have a look. I will be careful."

Still holding my phone to my belly I walked through the house. All seemed as it should be. There were some nice photos of Helen and Rodney on the sideboard. Upstairs I could see the problem.

"Hi Helen. The window in the bedroom is open a crack and the wind has disturbed the blinds. Everything else looks fine. I'll close the window and lock up."

She thanked me and we ended the call. Now I was here I thought I'd have a look around. I know fucking nosy cow but I couldn't resist. Three bedrooms, all nice and tidy. Plenty of wardrobe space in the master bedroom. I did what I said I would and left.

Back home I climbed into bed intending to sleep until lunch time then go into work for the afternoon. Trouble is I couldn't sleep, something was bothering me. I lay awake for I don't know how long. Then it hit me, photos.. There were no photos of him as a child. She told me he was the only one and if that was true she would have had all kinds of pictures of him as a baby, as a young boy and growing up. My sister's walls were plastered with family photos. Maybe it was just Helen's way.

A few days later I was out in the garden giving my roses a prune. Not that I'm a gardener. It was my ex who did the garden and he was always pruning the roses. The one thing I picked up from him. So I'm snipping off a side branch and I hear a laugh. I looked next door and I can just see Helen. I assume she was being chased by Rodney. Another glance and he was kissing her on the lips. Okay so some son's kiss their mothers like that. Not Rodney and not with a hand on her tit. I don't know whether they saw me but they were soon gone

It was the next week when I happened to be looking on the internet. We had been friends ever since she arrived and we would often message each other. I'd never thought to look on her social media pages. When I did it was quite surprising the lack of anything about her and her son, no photos, no history, or education.

I let it go thinking she wanted to keep herself private. I thought I did, that was until Ian questioned me. He was over for his all night Friday. I was on my back and he was over me, his hard cock 'upto the nuts' as my ex would have said. Not that he did it enough. Ian stopped and looked me straight in the eye.

"You seem distracted love. Something troubling you?" It was then I realised the question of Helen was still rolling around in my mind.

"There is something but it's nothing you can help me with, business."

"Okay. You want to do it doggy style?"

"Okay by me," I said rolling over and sticking my bum in the air.

He slid his fat cock back in. This was his favourite position to fuck me. Mine too if I was honest. My head is on the pillow, my arse in the air, he's behind me I feel his hot cock slide all the way in and his hips press my bum cheeks. He's starting to fuck and I feel my tits swinging in time with each thrust.

My tits aren't that big but it's still quite painful as he speeds up. He'd done this many times and knew what I needed. I pushed back and he cupped my tits. I didn't mind his grasping my flesh. It felt good and a lot better than letting them swing wildly. Truth to be told the slight pain was a turn on and it wasn't long before I came for the first time. He made me cum three times before he filled my pussy.

Strange don't you think that our favourite position was doggy style. That being the least intimate way of having intercourse. You aren't looking into your lover's face. You can't share a kiss and you never see their face when they cum. Likewise they never see yours. I was soon to find out why.

We sat drinking coffee. He kept looking at me in that way. He had something on his mind and was waiting for the right moment. Knew it as soon as he started to speak. The bomb shell.

"I'm getting married."

I smiled, "How nice congratulations."

"Not yet, going to be around Christmas time."

"That us finished then?" I asked.

"You want us to finish?"

"I can't see how a married man would be able to carry on with our arrangement. We should end it now and go our separate ways."

"We don't have to. The wedding isn't until December some time."

"So you want your cake and eat it?"

"No nothing like that. I like you and the sex is always good between us."

"So when you've told her your fucking another woman ask her to give me a call and we'll take it from there."

That was it my fuck buddy was gone. I took the sheets off the bed and stopped. I stood looking at the bare mattress. Three beds and only one made up. Something wasn't right.

Helen came over a day later. We sat in the kitchen drinking tea and talking.

"This boyfriend he's getting married. That because you wouldn't marry him?"

"Could be or I might just have been a convenient stopover with no strings attached."

"You should get yourself a toyboy."

"Like Rodney?" The room was silent. I looked down.

"Sorry I shouldn't have said that."

More silence. I looked up and Helen was looking at me.

"How along have you known?"

"Not long. Well I had my suspicions but you just confirmed it. It was the time your alarm went off and I was in your house. It didn't strike me at the time. It was only later I realised you didn't have any photos of you and him while he was growing up. I looked on the internet and I know you are not his mother. You have... "

"Oh that. We thought we'd done everything to make it look like mother and son living together. Obviously not enough."

"Then the beds. Only one made up and if I'm not mistaken both bedside tables had things on them."

"Oh dear what can I say."

"Your secret is safe with me."

"Thank you for that."

It was two week later before we had the time to sit down for another cup of tea. Rodney was at college, Helen was on her day's off and I'd take time off after a business trip to Norway.

"You want to ask don't you?"

"Ask what?"

"About me and Rodney."

"You want to tell me?"

She did and over the next couple of visits she told me so much about her and him. Some was so erotic I was feeling myself getting wet.

"Rodney lived two door down from me when I was first married. He must have been eleven and I was thirty or their abouts. I would often see him on his way to school as I was leaving. In those days I was district nurse doing the rounds of those who needed nursing care but couldn't get to hospital.

He seemed a nice enough boy and well he was just there and part of the place where we lived. He was smart enough and even then quite good looking. His mum, Kay, I knew worked as a receptionist in one of the surgery's in the town. We met quite frequently when I attended meeting with the doctors.

His father, Chris, was head teacher at the junior school. He was a fine figure of man, tall and athletic looking. It was clear to see where Rodney got his looks. Apart from a few 'hello's' in passing I'd never met him. As I didn't have any kids and we weren't planning to start a family soon we were hardly likely to meet in a formal setting..

I thought I was a happily married woman and life was treating me well. I did a job I loved. We had two good holidays each year and a good social life.

Not that I'd made it some kind of pastime but I watched as Rodney grew from a stick thin eleven year old to a strapping eighteen year old. He was tall and broad in the shoulder like his father. Being a looker he attracted girls like moths to a flame. We would often say hello as I was getting into my car or out for a walk.

It was the walking that became my saviour. My marriage wasn't going well. It started one Sunday morning while we were having sex. I don't want to embarrass you with the detains so stop me if it gets too much."

"No Helen it's your story you tell it like it is."

"So I'm on my back. Jeff's on top. My legs are around him and he's trying his best to bang me into the mattress. You get the gist?"

"Yes, been there."

"I'm right on the edge and he stops. 'How do you feel about starting a family?' He asks. I'm fucking boiling hot and ready for the biggest orgasm of the month and he asks a question like that.

'Can we talk about it later?'

'Just say yes or no.' he says.

'I have to think about it.'

'Just say yes or no.'

'Not now just fuck me and we can talk about it later.'

'When's later?'

'Tomorrow, after the weekend I don't care I just need to cum. Oh fuck it get off me I've finished.'

I push him to try and get him off. I manage it and jump out of bed. I'm naked but did't care. I walk down the stairs and into the living room. It's summer time and we never close the curtains. I'm looking out of the window staring into the distance. It's only when I hear the letter box clatter I see him walking down the drive. He looks back and smiles. I'm frozen to the spot. Little did I know from that day on I had an admirer and where I would be now.

Jeff and I never really had that discussion about starting a family. I just told him flatly I loved my job and wanted to carry on doing it. I'd let him know when I wanted to start having kids.

Quite a few times I was feeling like sex and he would bring up family talk. Soon killing any desire to entertain his cock inside me. From a couple of time a week it went to once a fortnight very quickly, then once a month until neither of us could be bothered.

The next Monday morning I was getting into my car. Something caught my eye and Rodney was at the bottom of the drive. We said our good mornings, my face turning red.

'Look,' he said, I didn't mean to spy but It was such surprise. I'm sorry.'

I tried to look like an adult and not a naughty child.

'You haven't said anything have you?'

'No and not going to either.'

'Thank you for that.'

Then he hit on me.

'There is one thing. You want to come for a drink with me?'

'I'm a married woman so no.'

'I won't tell it's just I like you and was hoping we could be friends.'

'No, don't think that's appropriate but thank's for the invitation.'

That very same night Jeff sat me down.

'Helen, things haven't been going too well with us recently so I think we should have a holiday and try and get things back on track.'

'When do you plan on taking me on holiday? I have work commitments for the next three month.'

'Surely you can take time off?'

'No surely about it. We are short staffed as it is. Me just dropping everything and going off for two weeks isn't going to happen.'

'Okay, okay," he said. What about a week end away?'

'Right, Friday night to Sunday night would be fine but not until my days off.'

'So when's your next weekend?'

'I'll check but it won't be for a few weeks yet.'

That night we had sex. I say sex. He fucked me and I lay waiting for my orgasm. We started in missionary but I wasn't any nearer cumming. He flipped me over without a word and had me on my knees. He kept up fucking me and I could feel his sweat drip on my back. I faked an orgasm just to try and get it over with. He came pulling me onto him, his fingers dug into my hips. I felt like screaming. I kept quiet.

We had a weekend away. It started well on the Friday night. We had a nice meal and a few drinks. I was feeling quite relaxed and I let him take me to bed. We made love, soft and tender. For once we had oral sex, me on him and then he went down on me. It felt so good and reminded me of the times when we first met. We fucked and he gave me an orgasm while he was inside me. We came together.

Then it went down hill, starting at breakfast. There was a young couple across from us with two young children. One a toddler in a high chair the other a baby in a carrier. He couldn't keep his eye off them.

'Lovely family,' he said.

'Yes very nice.'

He kept looked and smiled at the father once or twice.

'What's going on?'" I asked.

'Nothing dear,' he said,

'Just nice to see a family like that.'

'You're starting again about us having a family'

'No dear, I'm not.'

I knew different and that was the holiday in tatters.

I was back in work on the Monday with a early start. I'd got the morning 'calls outs' finished and was driving home for some lunch. I saw him walking my way and pulled over.

'You need a lift?' I asked through half open window.

He tuned to look at me. He had a bruise on his cheek and a cut lip.

'Get in,' I said.

He did.

'You better come with me and well see what we can do.'

It was a few minutes drive before I was home. I led him into the house.

'Sit down,' I said pulling out a kitchen chair.

He sat and I looked at his wounds. '

Not too bad. Been in the wars?'

'Fight,' he said, 'Over a girl.'

'Oh dear.' I placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched.

'Better have a look at that. Take off your shirt.'

I had to help him off with his shirt. He had a bruise and scuff makes on his shoulder.

'Just need cleaned up.'

I got my bag and found what I needed. I was using alcohol swobs on his shoulder. It was then I noticed his erection tenting his trousers. I felt quite faint.

'You okay with me doing this?'

'Sorry. It was a fight. One of the boys thought I was trying to steal his girl, I wasn't. She wasn't as pretty as you.'

I had to smile. A complement from such a young lad. He looked me in the eyes. His free hand came up and cupped my breast.

'Stop that,' I said instinctively as any woman would with an unwanted hand on such a place.

He took his hand away, I felt something, it wasn't regret.