A Mothers Lust 7

A Mother's Lust

Given that you've got this far, I'm assuming you're okay with the incestuous aspect, but there is also an element of anal play, just in case that's not your scene.

To whoever is still reading this, hi, and thank you for your time. The following short story is my first submission to Literotica. Having said that, it is far from my only foray into writing, most of which would be out of place on this site.

However, I have several more stories of an erotic nature. Whether I submit them will depend on the reception this story receives.

Those of you who read to the end, will realise there is scope for it to be expanded, so please submit your opinions.

There was less than a week to go before Steve's mother, Jackie, would be fifty-two, and he had no idea what to get her. It had to be something special, seeing as she'd allowed him to move in with her some six months earlier, following the end of his nine-year marriage to Karen.

Steve couldn't yet afford his own place, as Karen, the Queen of spendthrifts, had drained their savings account, and saddled him with a bundle of maxed out credit cards. The equity in their home would take care of most of it, but Karen was trying to hang onto that. Thank God, they had no kids.

"I don't need anything, Steve," his mother replied, in answer to the question. "Just having you here is more than enough."

"All the same, Mum. There must be something you need."

"To have your dad back, but that's a gift no one can give."

Silence fell as Steve recalled how, seven years ago now, pancreatic cancer had taken his father. It had been a short illness, coming mere weeks after his parents had returned from a cruise.

"How 'bout we open a bottle of wine and watch a movie?" suggested Jackie.

"No way. I may be short of cash on a large scale, but I can afford to take you out to dinner on your birthday."

Jackie laughed. "I'm talking about tonight, silly. It's Friday, and neither of us has plans. That doesn't mean we can't have an enjoyable evening."

"Oh. Okay. I'll go find us a bottle and some glasses."

"I think there's a bottle of something white in the fridge, been there ages."

"White? I often get a headache from drinking white wine."

"Then open a bottle of red, while I find what movies are coming on."

Steve was looking through the wine rack for a Malbec when his mother popped her head around the door. "I'm going to have a shower and get into my PJ's before we start. That way I can just crash into bed at the end of the night. Be a dear, and make us something to snack on while I'm gone."

Steve gave up the search and settled on a bottle of Merlot. Then he cut up a handful of carrots, made a spicy garlic dip, and sliced cheese enough for four people. As his mother still hadn't returned, he decided to also get ready for bed. The fact they'd both be in their nightwear wasn't an issue, as they often spent time together that way, especially on weekends.

The bathroom was still steamy from his mother, again something he was used to doing. Freshly showered, he slipped on his sleep shorts to find his cock had some air in it. There wasn't time to take care of the problem, so he added a clean pair of y-fronts under the shorts. Not only would they keep everything contained, they'd also absorb any leakage from his unbidden arousal. He pulled on a loose fitting t-shirt, and then returned to find his mother in the kitchen. She was wearing her everyday fleecy PJ's in the style of a baggy jogging outfit. Her b-cup breasts made only a vague impression through the thick fabric, and even her bubble butt failed to fill the voluminous bottoms.

"I couldn't find any crackers," he told his mother, who didn't comment on his decision to follow her lead and get ready for bed.

"They're on the top shelf in the larder, I'll get them."

He watched her open the larder door, then stretch up on tiptoe. The action exposed her lower back, just where her waist flared out to meet her hips and the hollow of her spine disappeared into her ass crack.

Flustered at this unexpected sight, Steve dashed forward. "Here, let me get them."

Jackie dropped to her heels, but was unable to step away before Steve pinned her against the open cupboard. She felt his body slide up her back as he reached for the crackers, then down again as he pulled them clear.

Jackie snatched the crackers from his hand. "You might have let me get out of the way first."

"Sorry, Mum, but you'd dislodged them and they were starting to fall."

"It's a box of crackers, Steve. They were hardly going to cause me an injury."

"I know that, but the crackers could have been shattered into a million pieces, and I've already sliced the cheese."

Jackie narrowed her eyes. "So it was out of concern for the crackers, not my safety, that I was body slammed against the cupboard."

The smirk on his mother's lips belied her outrage, so Steve played along. "I'll buy you a set of steps for your birthday. That way the safety of all future crackers will be ensured."

"And what if I slip off the steps and injure myself?"

"It'd be a shame. But at fifty two, you'd have had a good run."

"I'll have you know I've many good years left in me," Jackie cried. Her follow up slap landed on his upper arm with more force than he thought the jibe merited.

"Ow!" Steve yelped.

"Oh, Baby. Did that hurt?"

"Yes," he replied, rubbing the point of contact.

"Good. Maybe next time you'll think twice before writing off your far from too old mother. Now get the wine and glasses before I change my mind and watch the movie alone."

Jackie picked up the tray of snacks and sauntered into the lounge. Steve grabbed the Merlot, found two clean glasses, and followed her in.

"Where's the white wine from the fridge?" she demanded.

"I thought we were having red, because of my headaches?"

"You're having red. I'm sticking to my white, thank you very much."

"A whole bottle to yourself? You know what a lightweight you are."

"Who says I'm going to drink it all?"

Steve went back for the bottle of white, and then made a third trip to the kitchen for the bottle opener. His mother watched in silence as he opened both bottles and half filled the wine glasses.

"What are we watching, and when does it start?" he asked, flopping down next to his mother.

"Pretty Woman, and as soon as we're ready," she replied, holding up the DVD case.

"Great," he said through gritted teeth. He took the disk from the case and inserted it into the player, all the while cursing his mother's choice of a movie that was as old as he was.

"You know this is based on George Bernard Shaw's Pygmalion," Steve stated, sitting back down. "In fact, the original script had Richard Gere's character trolling the streets for what he needed to satisfy his desires, much in the way Henry Higgins goes about finding Eliza Doolittle. And just as the role played by Audrey Hepburn in My Fair Lady, starts out as nothing more than an ignorant guttersnipe for Henry Higgins to bend to his will. The Julia Roberts' character was a crack whore to be used by Edward for his sexual perversions."

"Nothing you say will alter my view of this movie," said Jackie.

"Pure Hollywood escapism," Steve dismissed.

Jackie pulled her feet up onto the couch and curled into a ball. "This movie has very special memories for me, even more so since your father's passing."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know Dad liked this film."

"Oh, he didn't. But he got why it's a favourite of mine. It was what we went to see just before you were born. That was the last time it was just me and him. And now he's gone, it's just you and me."

When the opening titles came to an end, Jackie switched her feet to the side, snuggled up to her son, and wrapped his arm in hers. In view of his mother's emotional connection to the film, Steve resolved to sit back and enjoy it, made tolerable by the addition of wine and snacks.

Two hours later, as the end credits started to roll, Jackie waved her empty glass under her son's nose. Something she had done several times during the movie. Steve picked up the bottle, but only a trickle came out.

"You've finished it all!" he exclaimed.

Jackie giggled, tightened her grip on his arm, and kissed his cheek. Steve felt his mother push her breasts against him. Powerless to stop the effect, his cock started to swell.

"Are you drunk?" he demanded.

"Not so much that I don't know what I'm doing, but just enough to have the courage to do it."

"What do you mean?"

"This."

With that, Jackie rubbed her hand over his cock, which swelled at her touch. Steve tried to push her hand free, but his mother tightened her grip until the fabric of his nightwear fully encased his now solid rod. It gave the illusion his erection was obscenely thick.

"Mum! That's my, um, thingy you're squeezing."

"It's called a cock, Steve. And I remember seeing it when you were dating Heather."

Her son's mind flashed back to when he was nineteen. He'd converted the third floor of their rambling old town house into a mini apartment for himself. Heather, his then girlfriend, had excused herself to go 'freshen up' before a planned make-out session, and Steve had decided to greet her return, by standing there in all his glory.

Except the next person to walk through the door was his mother, so she got the full view of her naked son, arms flung wide, bouncing his raging cock in her direction. Though she left without saying a word, it was soon all around the family what had happened, and how proud she was of his manhood. Even now, he caught the odd knowing look from some of his aunts and female cousins.

As that memory replayed in his mind, he had frozen in shock at his mother's actions. Not so, Jackie, whose hand slid under the waistband of his sleep shorts. Fingers dug their way into his y-fronts and wrapped themselves around his cock, which pulsed in her hand.

"Be careful, Mum. I'm on a hair trigger," he managed to gasp out.

"So am I, if you'd care to find out?"

"No, no. I can't, you're my mother."

"Why not? You've already rubbed your stiff pole against my ass. Twice, if I remember correctly."

"When!"

"In the kitchen, when you pushed your front into my back to get the crackers. Either you had a flashlight tucked into those shorts, or it was your cock digging into my ass. And trust me, I can still remember what a hard cock feels like."

"I-I'm sorry. It was unintentional."

"Don't be sorry, it gave me the opening I've been waiting for."

"W-waiting for?"

Jackie started to stroke his cock in slow gentle waves. "After seeing you that day, I was jealous of Heather, and every other girl who got to feel this cock, and not just in their hands. Ever since you moved back in I've pictured this moment, but never had the courage to follow through. Now, be a dear and lift up your hips so I can get to see what I've been dreaming of."

Like an automaton, he obeyed, even helping his mother to slide the garments down far enough to expose his balls and cock.

"Mmm, nice," said Jackie. "Now slip your hand down the back of my PJ's and feel me up. You'll find I'm quite wet."

Accepting this was happening, Steve's arm crossed his mother's back to her hip. The elastic waistband of her pyjama bottoms gave way, and he found his hand sliding over silky panties that hugged the curve of her ass. Jackie parted her legs and lifted one hip to give him unrestricted access to her cunt. Still over the panties, her son's fingers reached under her ass until they felt the soft folds of her pussy lips. Encouraged by the heat and dampness they met, he pulled aside the crotch and let two fingers slide knuckle deep into his mother's cunt.

"Oh, fuck." Jackie exclaimed. "This is too much."

Yanking his hand free, she shot to her feet with her back to him, then pulled her pajama bottoms and panties down to her ankles, giving her son an unrestricted view of her ass. Before Steve could react, she reached between her legs, grabbed the steel bar of his cock, and impaled herself on it with a guttural roar.

"Gnn-hu, fuck," her son cried out in both shock and elation.

"Play with my clit and tits," his mother demanded as she started to bounce.

More than willing to comply, Steve snaked his left hand through the hair on her mound, parted the flesh surrounding her love button, and thrummed it with his middle finger. At the same time, his right hand reached under the top of her fleecy PJ's and took hold of one of her bouncing tits, thumb and forefinger acting like a clamp on her nipple.

"I can't hold it," he cried out.

"Nor me," cried his mother.

They climaxed as one, each flooding the others most private of places with their incestuous juices. As Steve started to soften, Jackie slowed her bouncing, and then expelled his cum covered cock with a squeeze of her cunt muscles. She slid back to his side, pulled his face to hers, and kissed him full on the lips.

When his mother pulled back for air, she looked him in the eye. "I'm glad it was me who caught you naked, and not the other way about. That way, you can't compare my body then to how it is now."

"I saw you naked back then, and more than once," Steve confessed.

This time the slap on his arm preceded her outburst. "And just when did this happen?"

"After you'd caught me, and then blabbed about it, I was determined to get even. I already knew your bedroom door catch was faulty, so I stuck a piece of cardboard behind the hinged side. It took some adjusting, but I got it so the door would pop back open just enough to see your dressing table mirror through the gap. That way I could view the entire room without being observed."

"Why, you little pervert. I can remember nagging your father to fix that door, but no sooner had he done so, it got faulty again."

Steve grimaced. "The first time Dad fixed it, he must have thought the cardboard got there by accident. When I found it had gone, I realised I'd have to be more careful. So I'd wait until you'd gone into the bathroom, slip the cardboard into place, then remove it once you'd dressed and left the bedroom."

"And how long did this go on for?"

"I had intended only the once, but over the next two years, a couple of times a week. Mind you, I never did it when dad was around, and it didn't always work. I think the best was that time before you went on holiday, and I watched you apply cream after shaving your pubic hair. You dipped a finger into your pussy, then sucked it clean. It was so erotic, I had to bite my lip to stop from groaning out loud."

"Did you ever wank off to the memory of my naked body?"

"Constantly, even during my marriage, and as recently as last night. Though I never suspected you thought of me in the same way."

"Well, mister, we have the last six months to catch up on, not to mention the seven years since your father died. In fact, had I known then what I know now, you could have fucked me on the night of his funeral. I was in need of some love and affection, and having your cock in me would have been just the ticket."

"Wow! Do you intend we continue to fuck?"

"Unless, or until, either of us no longer wish to continue. Have a problem with that?"

"No argument from me."

Jackie wrapped her hand about her son's cock, which was coming back to life. "Good. Now I had intended to suck on your pole before fucking you, but that went out the window when you fingered my pussy. Alright if I do it now?"

"Yes please, though Karen would never suck on me when it was covered in her fluids."

"Then she was missing out. There's nothing better than lapping up a blend of fuck juices. How was she about receiving oral sex?"

"Much the same. I could never eat her out after filling her with my seed."

"But you don't have a problem with doing that?"

"No, Heather loved it when I ate her cream pie. In fact, underneath that prim exterior, she was a dirty cow."

"How come you two never got married?"

"We were too young at the time, though I hear these days she prefers clam to sausage."

His mother's eyes shot wide as she deciphered what he meant, then grinned. "I've tasted clam myself, but that's a story for later. Now get naked and lay down so I can suck another load from your cock, while you eat my spunk filled cunt. After which you can tell me how much of a dirty cow Heather was, and find out just how dirty I can be."

They both stripped off their nightwear, and Steve renewed the memories of seeing his mother's cunt. As instructed, he lay down on the couch. Jackie threw her leg over his head, lowered her plump labia onto her son's face, and engulfed his cock with the same fervour as when she'd plunged it deep into her pussy.

Eating cunt came high on Steve's list of pleasurable pastimes, surpassed by having his cock sucked at the same time. The fact it was his mother doing the sucking only added to the superlative. With his tongue and lips occupied in matching the pleasure he was getting from Jackie, he placed his hands on her butt cheeks and spread them wide to expose her rosebud. Karen was against anything happening back there, but he wondered how his mother felt about anal play. In answer to his unspoken question, he felt a finger probing his own back door.

More than happy to go there, he lifted his head, but couldn't quite reach the target with his tongue. Jackie pulled her son's cock from her mouth, sat upright on his face, and slid forward until the tight target came into his reach. As Steve licked and probed his mother's ass with his tongue, she ground her clit against his chin, and wanked hard on his cock. Soon their frenzied attack on each others bodies had Steve's cock spraying cum. Jackie aimed it at her tits, while her spasming cunt coated her son's face with her heavenly nectar.

His mother collapsed down on him and sighed. "You're sleeping in my bed from now on."

"Really?" Steve replied. "I thought we could sleep in mine, after I re-enact the moment you caught me naked in my bedroom. Only this time you won't be leaving, and you'd better not go blabbing to the family."

"Not even to your Aunt Christine?"

Steve tried to see his mother's face. "You're joking, right."

"I know she likes clam, but maybe you could reintroduce her to sausage. It's been a while, but she always liked your father's."

His mother's revelations were blowing his mind. "You mean you used to swap partners with Aunt Christine and Uncle Dave?"

"No, not with that bastard. It was after Christine kicked Dave's sorry ass out, some fifteen years ago, that she and I took up pleasuring each other. That was until the day your father came home early and caught us. After that, it became a mix and match between the three of us. Right up until..."

"And since then?" Steve asked.

"Since then it's just been Christine and I. But you moving back in put a spanner in the works. We've only managed a couple of trysts. It's why I got so horny for you."

Jackie had been toying with Steve's cock as they spoke, and it was now back to full strength. She climbed off her son, and still holding his cock, encouraged him to his feet.

"My place or yours?" he asked.

"Mine. I want to be fully clothed before I next catch you naked. So let's shower first, then you can make love to me in my bed. Tomorrow, we can discuss when and how we break the news to Christine, but I'm sure she'll be more than happy about it. Unless you don't want to get your hands on those big whoppers of hers."

"I'd be prepared to make the sacrifice, if it means keeping you happy."

"Please," Jackie snorted in derision. "I know you can't keep your eyes off her cavernous cleavage, and I've had to talk her out of seducing you on more than one occasion."

Steve's cock brain lit up. "How would it be if we let her succeed?"