Sorry to take a while with chapter 3. Real life does tend to fill one's time in the most inconvenient way.
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I didn't dare to believe that I had heard her correctly. Despite our new and extraordinary intimacy, despite the few strong words that had escaped her lips in the height of passion, to hear my own mother ask me if I wanted to fuck her was just too unlike the mum I had known for 18 years.
"Wh... What?"
"Would you like to make love to me?" she said, smiling nervously. "Would you like your first time to be with your mum?"
"I..." A sudden noise cut me off. A pounding from somewhere downstairs reverberated through the house.
"Shit. Someone at the door." I leapt from the bed, pulling on my sweat pants and grabbing a t-shirt.
"I'll go to my room and clean up," Mum said, grabbing her clothes.
I bounded down the stairs to the front door, opening it just as our neighbour, Ken, raised his fist raised to hammer on the door again.
"Christ, I'm sorry, Andy," he said. "I've locked myself out and I'm dying for the toilet. Could I...?" I gestured for him to come in.
"Help yourself." I pointed to the downstairs facilities at the end of the hall. "You know the way."
"Thanks, mate." Ken waddled to the toilet door, clearly in pretty desperate straits. "I'll be out of your way in a minute. I've got a spare key at the office, but there's no way I'd have made it there without this pit stop." He closed the door rather hurriedly.
As I struggled to control shaking hands and a thumping heart, effects of the adrenaline that the sudden interruption had released into my bloodstream, I busied myself in the kitchen, filling the kettle. and collecting together the makings of a cup of tea. I wiped the perspiration from my face on a tea towel and tossed it into the laundry in the utility room. It was at least five minutes before Ken appeared in the doorway.
"Shit. Sorry about that," he said. "The belly's been playing up a bit today. I was starting to think you were out. Worried I might have to crap in my back garden."
"Glad we could help," I grinned, almost calm now.
"No mum and dad?" he asked casually.
"Dad's off at golf and Mum's up in her room, I think. She was feeling a bit rough earlier. Maybe it's the same thing you have."
Ken laughed. "Doubt it," he said. "Unless your mum's in the habit of drinking nine pints of Fosters on a Friday night."
"Ah, maybe not the same thing then."
"Ah well, best go get my keys. It's infuriating. I usually keep them all on the same keyring, but the car was in for a service yesterday and I took the house keys off the ring. Of course, twat that I am, I left the house keys on the hook this morning when I shot off to work. Means I now have to go all the way back to the office to get my spares." He headed for the door. "Thanks again, Andy. Oh, and er... I'd leave it a few minutes before..." He nodded at the toilet door. "Sorry."
"No probs." I laughed.
"Tell your mum I hope she feels better soon."
"Thanks, Ken. I will do."
I closed the door behind him and leaned against it as I exhaled, closing my eyes. I opened them at the sound of a nervous laugh from the stairs. Mum came down in her robe.
"God, he scared the life out of me," she said. "All that pounding on the door."
"He said he hopes you feel better soon."
"Am I ill?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. You're in bed with migraine or something, poor thing."
"That's a shame." Mum came over and slipped her arms around my waist. "I was having such a lovely afternoon."
"However," I said, wrapping my arms around her, "I heard that some migraines can clear as quickly as they start."
Mum held the back of her hand against her forehead as if checking for a fever. "You know, I think you're right. I'm cured!" She stood on tiptoe and kissed me. I kissed her back. She tasted of mint toothpaste.
"Poor baby," she said. "Things keep happening to spoil your day, don't they."
I lifted her in my arms and she squealed. "My day isn't ruined yet," I said and carried her to the sitting room and our sofa.
"Whoah. Not so fast, honey. I'm parched. I need a drink."
I lowered her to the floor with a sigh.
"Sorry, baby," she said. "Want a coffee?"
"I was making tea."
"Ok. I'll go finish it off. Cup or mug?"
"Mug, please."
Mum vanished into the kitchen, but I couldn't stay away from her and I soon followed. I found her at the sink, stirring teabags in two mugs on the draining board. I came up behind her and slipped my arms around her waist, moving my hands up to cup her boobs.
"My god," she chuckled. "What is it about breasts that fascinates men so much?"
"Yours are truly fascinating," I replied, squeezing gently, enjoying the weight of mum's big tits in my palms. I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and fingers through the silky robe. They hardened instantly and she moaned, pushing her bottom back against my groin. I pulled her robe open and her breasts fell out into the open. Leaning over her shoulder I gazed down at her bosom as I filled my hands once more with the warm, heavy flesh.
She turned with a mug in each hand and looked down at the tent in the front of my sweat pants. "Hold that thought, young man," she said and took the tea into the sitting room, boobs still hanging out of the front of her robe, and me following behind like an eager, horny puppy.
We sat nursing our drinks. For a while silence reigned. I was happy just to gaze at Mum, and she seemed content to gaze back. She just got more gorgeous. My earlier self conscious shyness had diminished and I no longer felt so embarrassed for her to see that I was looking. My eyes drank in her lovely face, her lush brown hair. She hadn't bothered to rearrange her robe following my interference in the kitchen and she sat with her glorious bust completely exposed to my hungry gaze.
As my mother had admitted herself, earlier that day, there was no way such big, heavy breasts could completely win the fight against gravity, but although her boobs hung a little lower than they may have done a few years ago, and though they swayed and jiggled as she moved and talked and laughed, her bosom was still just about as firm as that of such a well endowed woman could possibly be.
She sat with her legs crossed in ladylike style and I took the opportunity to admire them too. As I've said, Mum isn't a tall, skinny supermodel type. Hell, no; she has much more going on than that. Her thighs and calves curved. Their contours drew the eye in fascinating directions. Damn it, my mother was luscious, voluptuous, gorgeous, sexy, irresistible.
"What's the verdict?" Her voice brought my attention back to her face. "Not falling apart too badly yet, am I? Despite my age."
"I can't get over how beautiful you are," I said, honestly. "All these years I never spotted the hottest woman in the world right under my nose."
"Where the heck did you get that endless line of flattery and flannel?" she laughed. "You just never let up, do you?"
"I mean it, Mum. You are seriously gorgeous."
She looked thoughtful for a moment. She absently drew her robe about her, covering her breasts. "When we're alone, would you like to call me Christine?"
"I... don't know. Christine..." I tried it for size. "That's nice, Mum, but you're Mum. I think you'll always be Mum."
She smiled.
"Is that too weird?" I asked. "Me wanting to call you Mum even when we're..."
"No, baby, it's lovely. It's also kind of naughty and exciting." She blushed a little. I loved it when she blushed. "I just thought I'd ask. I don't care if you call me Mum or Christine, just as long as you call me."
We laughed. I patted my lap and held my arms open. "Calling now," I said and she was there in an instant.
Mum's arms twined around my neck and we kissed for several minutes then she buried her face in my neck and sighed. "I love you so much, baby."
"I love you too. I wish I could tell you how much, Mum, I really do. There's just no way to put it into words."
"Don't stop trying though," she said. "I like to hear you say it."
"I'll never stop saying it. I love you with all my heart."
She hugged me tightly. Another ounce of pressure and I'm sure she'd have broken my neck. "But I can't help being a little scared," she said.
"Why? If we're careful we'll be fine."
"I know. I don't mean scared of being found out. I mean I'm scared of what the future holds. Baby, I'm more than twice your age. I'm in fair shape now, but what about in five or ten years time when my boobs and bottom are drooping even more and the wrinkles really start to show? It'd take a fortune in plastic surgery and hair dye to delay the inevitable."
"We'll all get old, Mum. I may be half your age, but one day I'll be sixty or seventy or eighty. I'll have wrinkles and a droopy arse. It may take a toll on some aspects of a relationship, but I won't believe that it changes real love.
"I will always love you, Mum. I will always be IN love with you. I'll want you in ten years no matter what time does to us. I'll want you in twenty years. Thirty years."
"You'd take advantage of an old woman?"
Hell, yes! In a second if that woman was you." I groped her breast for emphasis.
