Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.
I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...
Dad decided that he and I were going to the car boot sale. It was in a field just outside Leeds, not far from the airport. Not really my thing, but Mum wanted to stay at home and get on doing the Sunday Roast, and said that I would have only been in the way. It wasn't raining, and so why not I thought. I suppose it took us around forty minutes to get there, and then parking was a tad fraught, but we managed.
My goodness there was a lot of rubbish on sale, other people's crap, but there were some good bits, if you looked hard enough, and believe me, Dad looked. He picked through other people's discarded tools, buying up a few bits here and there, guess who had the bag to carry them in. I saw nothing I wanted. All the PS5 games that people were selling were the rubbish ones, or they were the good ones I already had.
Then something caught Dad's eye. A unit just full of drawers, an old apothecary, and Dad thought that cleaned up it would be perfect in the back of the shed for storing his various small items like bungs and washers and union joints and all the other crap he has in old take away boxes. He haggled on the price, and we ended up carrying it back to the car and it only just fit in with the rear seat folded down.
"No point in going back Dad," I said, "we haven't really got room for anything else."
"No Tim, I guess that you are right, come on, let's get it home. I expect dinner won't be far from done by the time we get home anyway."
Getting out of the car park wasn't much easier than getting in, and then we were on the main roads back home.
"Why don't you sand the Apothecary down and we can decide if we want to varnish it or paint it?" Dad asked as we neared home, "it would be a project for you."
"Okay Dad, but if the wood is okay, I might suggest a stain rather than a varnish."
"Let's get it cleaned up and sanded and then we will look at the possibilities. It'll take you a while, there are a lot of drawers as well as the main carcass."
"I know Dad, I may start this afternoon whilst you go to the golf club."
"Okay, but I am not going to the club this weekend."
"Oh? Any special reason?"
"Not really, I have a twinge in my back, and swinging a club is almost certain to make it worse."
"Fair enough, you won't want to be helping me with the sanding then either."
"No, probably not, not today anyway."
I suspected that he wasn't being entirely truthful, but I had no idea what the truth may actually be, anyway, it didn't matter, I could sit in the garage out of the way and work on the apothecary. When we got home, Dad opened the garage and we carried the apothecary in there and set it down. I decided I would tackle it after lunch.
After we had eaten and I had helped Mum clear away, Dad went up to their bedroom for whatever reason, me helping and getting as many crafty sneaks at her boobs down her blouse as I thought I could get away with. I adore my Mum, she is just so sexy. I don't know if it is her bra, or her actual boobs, but they don't seem to sag. The boobs most of my friends Mum's have seem to be lower down on their stomachs.
I don't find my friend's Mums sexy at all, some of them are attractive, but I just can't imagine them in bed. I have managed to catch sight of my Mum several times in her underwear, but usually it is just a glance down her blouse or occasionally sunbathing in a bikini in the garden. I was pretty sure that Mum would be much better than any of the girlfriends that i had had so far.
When I had no more excuses to ogle my Mum I headed out to the garage and had a good look around the apothecary before lifting it up onto blocks. I set out a painting table next to me to put the myriads of drawers on ready for preparation. One of the drawers was bizarrely shorter in depth than the others, and I could see no reason why. Looking inside the carcass at where that drawer came from, I saw a small piece of wood at the back holding a small gold ring.
Reaching in I managed to grab the ring and pull it out. As I touched the ring I felt a tingle, like a mild electric shock, must be static I supposed, although I didn't think gold could get a static charge, probably a fake I decided. I had the impulse to put the ring on, and so I slid it on over a finger on my right hand.
A strange feeling came over me, I didn't know what it was, it was like hunger, but that couldn't be it, I had just eaten one of Mum's mega Sunday roast dinners. As I thought of Mum I had an overpowering feeling of desire. Much more intense than my usual feelings when I saw Mum.
"She's yours" a voice inside my head said.
"What?" I gasped.
Nothing, there was no more voice, where had that voice come from, I never hear things, that is just not me., I am rational, I just don't imagine things. Voices do not say things inside my head. I looked around, no one around, just me.
"Touch her and she will willingly do your bidding." That voice again.
Okay, so, I don't get voices in my head. Only, now I do. I was pretty sure that this was some kind of joke, I couldn't work out how it was being done, but I knew it was a joke. I decided to test it out and prove once and for all that it was a clever hoax. There was only one way, go, touch Mum and ask her to do something that she just wouldn't do.
I brushed my hands and went back into the house. Mum was still in the kitchen looking through the cupboard that held the spices. I presumed that she was just checking what needed ordering. I went up and touched arm, as anyone might and I spoke.
"Why don't you pick your nose." Something I had never seen Mum do, it should be a good test that wouldn't get me slapped if it all was a hoax.
Mum put her hand to her face and a finger inserted itself into her left nostril. Okay, perhaps I could try something else.
"strip."
I had no idea what she would do, and especially if this was really was a hoax, I was trying to think of what I could say to excuse my word. Mum turned and looked at me.
"Hello Tim," she said and then started unbuttoning her blouse. Holy crap, how far would she go, just enough to make me believe it wasn't a hoax, and then stop? Mum took her blouse off and placed it on the kitchen table and then put her hands behind her back and undid and pulled off her bra. My God I was mesmerised looking at Mum's boobs. The bra definitely helped keep them up, but they didn't sag that much without it.
I was so mesmerised looking at Mum's nipples that I hardly noticed that she had undone her skirt and taken that off, standing there in her knickers. Her knickers were what I guessed were typical Mum knickers. Nothing other than covering up, and as I was admiring her mound, she pulled her knickers down and for the first time I saw it, her fanny.
Her hair was cut short and was above her crease, all around her sex itself was without hair. Most of the girlfriends I had been with either completely shaved, which I loved, or had mega hairy fannies. Mum was half way between, hair above, none around, her crease slightly parting with her inside folds just peeping out.
Mum turned and carried on looking through the spices in the jars. I touched her again, this time I had decided to think words rather than say them, well, just in case.
'Take my dick out and wank me.' Well, that would totally prove it was a hoax, so far, not much harm done, just a little nudity.
Mum turned around and her hands reached forward and she undid my belt, and then the zip on my trousers, pushing them down. My dick was at this point as hard as it had ever been and was stretching my underpants out. Mum pushed my underpants down and started to wank. God, she was better than any of the girls I had been with, probably more years of practice I supposed.
I was gulping, my breath was caught in my throat, my knees felt weak as Mum worked on my dick. I could see my glans flashing purple as it appeared and disappeared as Mum worked my foreskin back and forth. "Oh God I wish I was fucking her,' I thought.
Mum stopped and let go. She turned around and leant on the table. "Do me Tim," she said, "put it inside me."
Oh my God, I needed to guard my thoughts. I wanted to shag Mum, oh so much, but hadn't intended to go that far, not yet. I stood behind Mum, her fanny showing between her thighs. I spit on my hand and wet the end of my dick, stepped forward and fisted my dick between her fanny lips. Mum reached down and took my dick and lined it up and I pressed forward.
My dick slowly pushed inside, her fanny hot and squeezing my dick as I pushed until I was in as far as I could go, my stomach pressing her buttocks apart. Mum's fanny was pulsing on my dick, squeezing and relaxing, making it feel like a soft wank. I eased back and then pushed in again, harder this time, and Mum gasped as the slap of me hitting her buttocks echoed around the room.
I started fucking her faster and harder, the slaps and grunts getting louder, 'God, Dad'll hear us," I thought, 'he'll kill me," but I couldn't stop. Harder and faster, mum gasping more and more. 'Hurry up and cum,' I thought, my own balls were so ready, I was so close and Mum screamed out loud, and her fanny clamped hard on my dick squeezing it tight. I spurted, grunting loudly as I ejaculated inside her, flooding her fanny with my spunk.
