A Neighbour and a Son

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My son, Clint, had left and as I waved goodbye I couldn't but help feeling happy. My grandson, aged ten months, was here to stay. He usually came and stayed two nights a week, he went to nursery two days a week, and my son or his wife Janise 'worked from home' on the final day of the week, covering his child care needs during the working week. I felt blessed that I could spend so much time with Charlie, that I could see him grow up and develop and turn into a human being. My husband Arthur, Clint's dad, felt the same. He didn't see as much of Charlie as I did, being at work himself during the day, but still he was there in the evenings and played with Charlie before we bathed him and put him to bed.

"We are lucky Masie," Arthur had said to me, "we get all the golden time with Charlie, we are so lucky."

Ingrid, next door, had her son Stefan at almost the same time as Charlie was born and so Stefan and Charlie were pretty much the same age. She didn't work, her husband Kyle worked long hours, and so she had a time alone with Stefan every day. When her husband returned from work, he would play with Stefan whilst Ingrid prepared tea.

"Will you have another, a sister or brother for Stefan?" I asked her as she sat in my conservatory drinking tea, Stefan and Charlie playing on the grass with wooden toy cars.

"I would, but then, things need to happen for that to happen," she said.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Kyle is very tired and goes straight to sleep," she said.

"Oh, even at the weekends? No nookie nookie?"

"Even at the weekends."

"Oh dear," I said, I mean, what else could I say? I am much older than Ingrid and Arthur works too, and we still manage to be intimate several times a week, I mean, well, it is what people do when they are together, isn't it?

"God, I'm so gagging for it, just the physical release, you know, toys don't cut it any more, I would almost jump anyone."

"Crikey, anyone?" I asked, I was not averse to a little girl on girl, but that had been ages ago.

She laughed, "well I wouldn't attack any one, but I sure as heck wouldn't say no."

Interesting, I would bear that in mind. The boys played for a while and then started to look tired.

"I'll get off and get Stefan to bed I think."

"Yes, I think Charlie needs a nappy and a nap, and I might get the toys out," and I laughed as I went to pick up Charlie.

"They could always sleep in the same cot you know," Ingrid said, "and then, well, we could have some time?"

"Let's see if they will go down," I answered, thank full that I had showered this morning before Charlie had arrived.

We put the boys in the cot in the nursery and they went to sleep almost immediately. Ingrid looked at me and I pointed to my bedroom.

"Through here," I said as I started undoing the buttons on my blouse.

I pulled my blouse off, and then became a little self-conscious, it had been many years since I had been with a woman, many years since I had been with anyone but my husband, how had this happened? I pulled my jeans off and stood there in knickers and bra. Ingrid had pulled her top off and hadn't got a bra on, and she pulled her jogging pants and knickers down in one, she was nude and ready, her blond bush curly and ready for me to take a stroll through it. I put my hands behind my back and undid my bra and then pulled my knickers down, my garden no existent, I had shaved for years.

"Sit on the bed Ingrid," I said and as she did I knelt between her legs, her fanny now inches from my face.

"Lay back" I said and then I leant forward and inhaled her musk, oh gosh, I think I got wet immediately. I ran my nose between her lips, her labia curling and folding around my nose as I moved, her sexual perfume filling my nostrils. I pressed against her clitoris, and she gasped loudly. I slipped fingers up under my chin and found her entrance, wet, ready and inviting. I slipped inside, through her opening and deep into the heat of her fanny, my teeth nibbling gently at her nubbin.

"Oh shit Masie," Ingrid gasped, "oh shit."

My fingers parted inside her, her fanny walls stretching away from each other, a void forming, waiting to be filled, my fingers obliging as my tongue and teeth played but a short distance away with her clitoris. Further away her mouth was gasping, breaths taken in, few let out.

I worked her fanny for a few moments, her gasps getting higher pitched and then I rose and moved up her body, my tongue pressing into her navel as I made my way to her breasts. I held her left breast and took it into my mouth, sucking squeezing, and then I gasped as her milk flowed into my throat.

"It's okay, I have loads," she said between gasps as I gulped down her life giving fluid, milk flowing as my hand reached down and fingers pressed once again inside her fanny, shagging her with my fingers, suckling her with my mouth.

"Oh fucking shitting hell," she gasped and then she screamed, her fanny clamping and squeezing my fingers as an orgasm erupted through her body. I pulled away and looked at her, her eyes screwed tight shut, her fingers were still screwing the bed cover. I smiled.

Her eyes slowly opened and she looked up and smiled.

"Wow."

"Wow indeed."

"Lay down, your turn."

"Me next time, honestly I get pleasure when you get pleasure, next time, and I fully want there to be a next time, I will receive whatever you want to give."

"But that is unfair."

"No, it is not, it is anything but unfair, it is the beginning. Let's not rush this."

"Okay, if you say so."

"I do say so."

Ingrid sat up and we both began the process of getting dressed and decent again. We went down and had a coffee whilst we waited for the babies to finish their nap, no doubt hungry when they did.

The evening had gone well, Charlie had gone down to bed easily and Arthur had suggested that perhaps we might take advantage and have an early night. I readily agreed, a little 'us' time would go down very well.

I went into the bathroom and had a 'good wash' as they say and walked naked into the bedroom. There was an erection on the bed pointing to the ceiling. Attached to it was my husband, Arthur. I climbed onto the bed, turned to face his feet and straddled him, slowly lowering myself onto his dick, my entrance petals parting, his dick filling and expanding my fanny as I took him inside me.

"I love how your fanny parts and takes my dick," Arthur said, "and from this angle I can see your fanny open up and your flaps surround me. It is incredible," he sighed as I took him all in.

"Petals baby, flaps belong on an aeroplane," I said as his dick slowly entered my fanny, his foreskin furling to uncover his glans which grazed along my inside, scraping my fanny walls as it went.

I gasped as he reached my depth, and I was leaning backwards, resting on his thighs, Arthur sighing as I flexed my fanny walls, squeezing his dick with my muscles. I rocked forward and his dick began to slide backward, his foreskin recovering his glans as his dick almost left me, my fanny walls squeezing on nothing, an empty feeling inside me. I rocked back again and he filled me, and I gasped again as he reached my depth.

I rocked faster, Arthur's dick sliding in and almost out, filling and emptying, my fanny squeezing, my pressures building as we shagged ourselves to completion, Arthur gurgling as his dick erupted and flooded my fanny, me gasping and then screaming as my orgasm exploded through me, triggered by the spurts of his cum.

A few days later In the morning, after a long hot shower and a douche, we had been intimate again in the night, I put my robe on and made toast and tea. Arthur came down fully dressed and after his breakfast of Weetabix and toast, he headed off with a kiss goodbye. I cleared away and tidied the kitchen and was about to sit in the conservatory with a cup of tea when the door knocked and opened.

"Only me mum," Clint called through.

I turned and hugged him tight and could feel him as we pressed together. I wasn't due to have Charlie today so was unsure of the reason for his visit, and I was mildly aroused at feeling his hardening dick as we hugged.

"Nice to see you, but, what is the reason, everything alright?"

"Yes, I suppose, Janise has taken Charlie on a mum and baby day, they start at the Zoo, and then after lunch they go somewhere for mum and baby yoga."

I ignored all that. "What do you mean, you suppose?"

"Oh mum, I mean Jan looks after us all and everything, she just won't, well, you know."

I did know, but he could say it. "No Clint, I don't know."

"Won't be intimate."

"Oh, so, no brother or sister for Charlie any time soon then?"

"It is driving me mad mum, I mean, you know, I have needs. She is damn gorgeous and she just won't."

"Does she give you a reason? Do you suspect that she is having an affair?"

"No reason, and I see nothing to make me think she is having an affair, she just says she is not in the mood."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"What can I do, just use my hand and that is about my only option."

"And how often are you using your hand baby?"

"Several times a day mum, it is just a release but not as satisfying, I feel, well, aroused, all the time."

"So I felt," I said.

"Oh, gosh, sorry."

"I thought it odd that you were hard when you hugged me, it makes me wonder what you fantasise about when you masturbate."

He blushed a very bright red. So, probably me then, I read ages ago that most boys fantasise about their mums, even when they become men, that fantasy remains. I faced him, and undid my robe, pulling it open, my naked breasts and fanny on display.

"This?" I asked him, "do you fantasise about this?"

He nodded and looked down as if embarrassed or ashamed.

"Time to stop the fantasy Clint," I said and took his hand and led him to my stairs and up into my bedroom.

I took my robe off and hung it back on my bedroom door and turned to my son. "Come on, get your clothes off."

He stood for a moment and then pulled his polo off and then undid his trousers, pulling them and his pants down together, his dick springing forward. He pulled his socks off and then he was naked.

"What do you want to do? What do you imagine us doing, tell me every fantasy."

"I imagine you blowing me."

"Is that all? Surely more?"

"I imagine us shagging?"

"How, in what positions?"

"Me in you, you on me, sometimes in your bum, just every way, every way that Jan won't do."

"Do you imagine going down on me, tasting me?"

"Oh God yes."

I walked to him and knelt before him and kissed the end of his dick. He flinched, and I pulled his foreskin back, uncovering his glans, red and shiny, his small hole with a bead of white showing his readiness. I kissed him again, smearing his drop over his glans and then sucked him into my mouth as my hand held and fondled his balls and another finger strayed back along his perineum. He gulped as my finger pressed at his sphincter.

I licked along the under edge of his glans along his rim, he flinched and gasped as my tongue moved. I began a slow wank of his shaft as I licked around his glans, his dick trying to jerk in my hand. I pushed along his dick, my nose pressed against his pubis as I took him deep in my throat and pushed hard at his sphincter, he gasped loudly as it popped, and my finger entered him. I was going to be his whore today, he was going to get the full monty, there was nothing that I would not entertain, no depravity that would stop me, no taboo too far.

I slowly pulled back and his dick passed my tongue and passed my lips, my breath gasping as I could once more fill my lungs. I pushed Clint back and he fell on my bed, I pulled his legs up and I sucked his balls into my mouth, lightly chewing on them, sucking them, rolling them with my tongue, and then I pulled back and pushed my tongue down beyond his balls, pressing at his back passage, rimming, licking, pressing, Clint writhing with pleasure as I serviced him the way his wife wouldn't.

I climbed up onto the bed and I covered him and lowered my fanny to his face and moved back and forth, rubbing his nose along my crease, my petals folding around him as I moved back and forth. I leant forward and took his dick in my mouth again, shagging my fanny on his face, shagging his dick in my mouth, sixtynining my son, giving him no chance to take on board what was happening. I was trying to overload him, give him the shag of his fantasies, hopefully to help his mind's eye when he wanked alone at home.

I pulled away and rolled to the side and lay on my back, my legs apart. Clint rolled to his side, covered me and pressed his dick into my hot waiting fanny.

"Oof," I gasped as his dick buried itself deep inside me, bigger than Arthur, fatter than Arthur, perhaps not as accomplished as Arthur. He started to move fast, shagging furiously, his dick pistoning inside me, pressing deep, stretching, almost voiding, his pubis slapping loudly against my mons, my gasps accompanying them in the sound of sex, the sound of Taboo Sex.

My pleasures were growing, my electrics buzzing as my pressures built. He was grunting as he shagged, faster and faster he was going, louder and louder the slaps of our bodies and then he thrust hard, and held his position and he shouted out as his dick erupted inside me, flooding me with his sperms, filling my womb, dousing my fanny and he triggered me, my floodgates opening and I screamed as my orgasm rolled through me, my fingers clenching, my feet scrabbling, my whole body tensing, unable to move under the weight of my son pressing me into the mattress, and then we both relaxed.

Clint rose and moved away, his dick leaving me with a plop sound, white sperms dribbling from my fanny onto the bedding, me gasping and my chest heaving as I recovered. We had left much undone of his fantasies, that would have to be next time. I had some bedding to wash before my husband returned home.

After Clint had gone, I stripped the bedding and put it onto wash. I stood in the shower and douched, washing away my son's sperms from inside my body and from my groin, it had dripped down and dried around my anus too. He had certainly produced, I wondered why Janis didn't want to shag my son, very odd. I might have a word with her.

The next day Janis bought Charlie round. I wanted to chat with her, but she had no time, she was running late she said, and she was gone and she left me with a laughing Charlie who, she had said, still needed his breakfast.

"Come on then Charlie," I said as I scooped him up and put him in his high chair," Granny will make you some nice banana porridge."

Charlie laughed and started babbling, lots of words that meant nothing to anyone except Charlie. I made similar sounds back and then sat and spoon fed him his breakfast. We finished with a little pot of yoghurt. I had just finished wiping him clean when the door went. It was Ingrid and Stefan.

"Come in," I said, "Charlie has just had breakfast."

"Excellent," she said as she came in, slipping her shoes off at the door. It was a little too cool yet for the boys to play out, so they played in the conservatory, banging their wooden toys on the floor and generally making a racket.

We tried to hold a conversation, but it was very stilted, the boys were so loud, it was frankly difficult to get words in in-between the bangs and clatters. Eventually the boys tired and the noises slowed down and the bangs were replaced by grumbles.

"Shall we see if they will go down and sleep?" I asked.

"Good idea," Ingrid said, and we took them up and put them in the cot. They were asleep in moments.

"Shall we go next door?" Ingrid asked.

"Why not," I answered and headed to my bedroom, pulling my top off as I entered, my hands behind my back to undo my bra. Ingrid pulled her dress over her head and then her knickers down.

"Oh my goodness," I exclaimed. She had shaved, her fanny was as bare as mine.

"Yes. It did as I had hoped."

"Oh yes?"

"Yes, I asked Kyle to shave me, because I said I couldn't see down there, and I was afraid I would nick myself. He said yes, and after Stefan went to bed, I sat on the loo and Kyle used his beard trimmer to get rid of most of my hairs, and then I sat on the edge of the bath and Kyle smothered me with gel and used his razor to get rid of the rest of the hairs. I kept gasping and sighing and making, you know, 'those' noises, and then as Kyle wiped me clean, his fingers got a bit carried away and I may have screamed, and he just dragged me into the bedroom and shagged me, then about half an hour later he shagged me again, and then this morning, again."

"Oh fabulous, at last."

"Yes, and I didn't tell him, but yesterday was my day, you know?"

"Oh, so there could be another little one on the way?"

"We can but hope."

I went over and kissed her, my hand sliding between the lips of her fanny, her wet, slippery fanny. Goodness she was soaking, perhaps some of it was Kyle. She pushed me back to the bed.

"Lay down, it is your turn today," she said and as I sat on the edge of the bed, she knelt between my legs and gently blew along my crease, a finger just playing right at the bottom where my entrance is, just circling, playing between my petals. I sighed and lay back, my hands either side of me, splayed out across the bed. I closed my eyes, and I have to be honest, I fantasised that it was Clint between my legs, not Ingrid, it was his breath tickling me, it was his tongue and fingers sliding between my labia.

Her tongue pressed into my valley, my labia curling around her tongue as she moved up and down, her finger now through my entrance and at my opening, circling, dibbing in slightly, but not rushing, she knew where she was going, and she knew she had time on her hands. I gasped as her fingers went inside, I sighed as her teeth nibbled at my clitoris, my breath holding, my pleasures building and my electrics crackling in my groin.

My feet were sliding back and forth on the floor, my fingers were screwing into the bedding, and Ingrid was pressing deep inside me with two fingers, dancing within me, my fanny walls parting, my juices flowing and my breath gasping. She began to finger shag me, pulling almost entirely out, my petals almost closing and then pushing in, pressing deep, her palm forcing my labia apart and laying across my valley.

She started pressing with her palm, feeling for all it was worth like Clint's pubis pressing down on me as his dick had shagged me yesterday, my fantasies almost took over. Her fingers moved in and out, I could feel her nails as they slid down my walls, I could feel her knuckles as they rubbed over my bumps and ridges. I could feel my breath filling my lungs but I could not release it, only add to it.

She began to twirl her fingers around inside me, such a weird feeling, she was literally screwing me with her fingers, and my gasps were echoing around the room as she worked on me. She pulled her fingers from me and then her mouth left me too.

"Lay properly on the bed," she said, and I did as she asked.

She climbed on to the bed and then covered me, her face covering my fanny, her fanny covering my face, and she dipped and sucked my clitoris into her mouth, sliding her fanny on my nose, she was shagging herself, using my body to stimulate hers. I tried to lick with my tongue, but she was not allowing me, her tongue was working my clitoris, I wasn't allowed to do the same to her, she was in control.