Cheering Up Mum

Thank you for reading my short 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 stories myself, and I'm not perfect...

I had been largely out of town for a few weeks and had briefly spoken to Mum a few times on the phone, and a few more times to my wife Christine. With Mum I had just spoken, but with Christine we had facetimed, and this had become mutual masturbation sessions, fun, but not hugely satisfying, but what can you do when you are in a different city?

My wife and I live in Bingley, a small town to the west of Bradford in West Yorkshire, Mum lived in Leeds which was also in West Yorkshire, and I was about an hour south, working in Sheffield. It was just a little bit too far to journey home each night, and so I stayed, only returning home on a Friday and then going back on a Sunday evening, checking into the hotel and then being ready to start work on a Monday morning.

On this Friday my work had finished late morning and I rang my Mum to say that I would pop in on my way home, she sounded delighted and I had already checked out of my hotel and packed my car and so simply headed over to Leeds after I finished work. I pulled onto Mum's drive, Dad was out at work, not usually finishing until around six each day.

As I walked up to the house the front door opened and Mum rushed out and hugged me, her hands all over me, pressing her boobs against my chest, as embarrassed as I was, I knew that mum would have felt my erection, really Michael, you get a hard on from a Mum cuddle?

"Come in Michael, come in," she said dragging me by the hand into the house. I managed to slip my shoes off by the front door before I was dragged into the kitchen.

"Tea or coffee Michael" Mum asked, the kettle was already boiling, she must have flicked it on as soon as she saw my car turn onto her drive.

"Oh, a tea I think Mum, please," I said, trying to stand face on to her until my dick subsided, it was for sure tenting my trousers.

Mum had a glass of wine on the go and I could see that the bottle on the side was mostly empty. I found that odd, Mum was never a great drinker. Tea made, she handed it to me and picked up her wine.

"Come on, let's sit in the lounge," she said, heading to the room at the front of the house. She adjusted the vertical blinds, to let light in, but not prying eyes. That gave me time to quickly sit on the sofa and try and adjust my trousers so that the bulge wouldn't be quite so obvious. Mum came and sat next to me, taking another sip of her wine as she sat.

"Right you," she said, "how are you and when will I get a grandbaby?" Her hand resting on my leg

"Oh gosh Mum, I am fine, and you know, being away from home doesn't exactly help with the making of babies, you kind of need to be in the same vicinity."

She squeezed my leg and laughed, a deep laugh, one I suspected was fuelled by alcohol. "Well I do know that silly, your Dad and I made you twenty three years ago, I do remember how it works."

"Ha Mum, now that I have left home I bet you and Dad are at it all the time, no need to worry about 'not in front of the baby.' I used to hear you, in your bedroom, you and Dad."

She looked shocked, "really? We were so careful."

"Perhaps I just have good hearing Mum, or perhaps you were louder than you thought. I slapped my hands together a few times and gasped, recreating the sound of sex, and I laughed. "It was okay Mum, I for sure, didn't mind."

"Gosh Michael, perhaps that explains all the odd socks I had to launder."

It was my turn to be shocked, I didn't think she would notice, as Mum and Dad fucked my dick would get so hard and my only relief was to masturbate, and I thought myself so clever wanking into a sock so as not to make a mess on my sheet.

I just smiled and laughed, perhaps a little nervously.

"Well, I understand how that made you back then, you know, but not why you were like it when you came in. No sounds of sex to hear here any more."

"Oh, sorry about that, it just kind of happens."

"Not for your Dad Michael, not for your Dad. In a way I almost wish it had been me that had caused it, you know, your situation, at least I would have felt like a woman again," her hand squeezing my leg as she spoke.

"Oh God Mum, you are every bit a woman I can assure you, and if you were not my Mum, well, you know what I would be doing."

"No Michael, I don't," she said her hand moving up my leg, nearer to my groin, my dick responding by getting harder, tenting my trousers even more. "Tell me Michael, what would you be doing?"

"I would be doing everything I could to get into your knickers."

"Oh," She sat quietly for a moment and then turned to me, "but only if I wasn't your Mum?"

"No Mum, you and I, we, we are not supposed to do things like that, not supposed to want to do things like that."

"I see."

"It is a good job I am a civilised boy that was brought up properly," I said, "and so despite what my dick thinks, I can control any wayward urges."

Mum's hand moved up my leg until it was at the top of my thigh, her hand resting against my hard dick that was hiding in my trousers. My dick didn't care, it lurched.

"Mum," I gasped, "you and Dad, why don't you, that seems so sad."

She grabbed my dick through my trousers, just squeezing, "because Michael, he can't get like this any more."

She let go of my dick and stood up. "I am sorry, that was inappropriate. Shall I get you one of your father's socks and you can go to the bathroom and resolve yourself?"

I couldn't believe what Mum was saying, she was suggesting that I went and had a wank in her bathroom, God, the very thought sent shivers through me. Me standing in her bathroom, my trousers at my ankles, my dick in my hand, wanking, the sounds of my hand slapping against my groin, my grunts, and all the time Mum outside listening. Jesus, I didn't know whether I was excited or appalled. My dick lurched.

"Mum," I croaked, "no, that wouldn't be right."

"It would help with your uncomfortableness Michael," Mum said, her eyes on the tent in my trousers.

"Just no Mum, I shall have to wait until I get home and see Christine."

"I see, and then you will try and make grandbabies."

"Well, you know how it works."

"Take your clothes off and stick it in her and fill her with your seed, or would you fool around some first?"

"Mum, really?"

"Would you use your fingers, make her wet and ready, perhaps she would use her mouth, suck you hard and then get on her knees, that is the best position you know, and invite you to fill her body?"

I sat there gasping, my dick hard, my breathing heavy, hardly able to move. Mum reached out her hand, I took it and she pulled me to my feet and led me to the stairs. I didn't speak, I couldn't, my dick knew what was about to happen, my brain didn't process it.

I followed Mum up to her bedroom and as she walked into the room, she put her hands behind her back and undid her dress and pulled it up over her head. She stood naked in front of me, had she prepared, was the wine a sort of Dutch courage? She closed the gap between us and put her hand on my belt.

"There are two parts required Michael, I have shown you mine, it is time to see yours." She undid my waist and lowered my fly, using her hands to push my trousers and underpants down, using her foot to push them to the floor. She didn't look down at my junk, she simply pulled my shirt over my head so that I was as naked as her.

She sank to her knees, her eyes fixed on mine all the way down, and when she was before my groin, she broke eye contact and faced my dick.

"Oh my, Michael, you are a big boy." Well, to be honest I am not, a very average seven inches and an inch and three quarters across, I held my own in the showers at school, but 'big' no, not really.

I didn't say anything, but I did take a huge gulp of air when Mum held my balls.

"It has been a long time since I last saw a hard dick Michael, you do look to be the same, more or less, as your Dad. You were still a child when I last saw yours, you sure have grown since then."

My mind was boggling, did Mum, had Mum, remembered my dick all these years and kept an image of it in her mind, really? Mum squeezed my balls, to the point of pain, I grunted, I gasped and with her other hand Mum held my dick and she slowly rolled my foreskin down until my glans and rim popped free, the relative coolness of the bedroom air giving me a mild tickle, causing my pleasures to flow faster.

I looked down, Mums dark hair at my groin, obscuring my dick a little as she leant forward, I gasped again as I felt her tongue brush against my glans. I felt her finger in her mouth alongside my dick, and then it was gone, and I gasped again as her finger pressed against my arse, pushing at my sphincter, my God, that was Christine's party trick, a finger inside my bum, it really got me going. How did Mum know?

I hardly knew what I was doing, I thrust my dick into Mum's mouth, over her tongue, past her tonsils and into her throat, Mum made a gurgling noise as I began to fuck her mouth, my balls feeling tight, full of the seed I was supposed to be saving for Christine. Mum began fucking my arse with her finger, occasionally she found my spot and my dick lurched even more.

I pulled back, my dick leaving Mum's mouth with a slurp. I stood back, my chest heaving. I pulled Mum to her feet and pushed her onto the bed. She lay back and I knelt between her ankles and leant forward, forward to the root of my origin. He fanny hair was neat and stopped just above her crease, a neat triangle of dark.

Her fanny crease glistened, her smaller inner lips tumbling out from between her plump outer lips, so different from Christine, she was shaven and had just a slit, everything else was hidden inside. I blew along Mum's crease, Mum's legs parting, her valley opening.

I slid my nose along her slick wet valley her labia folding around my nose, caressing it as it pressed at her fanny hole, along past her pee hole and pressing against her clitoris, Mum gasping and gulping in air as I moved. After pressing my nose against her clitoris one more time, I pushed my tongue into her valley and slowly slid down, dipping into her urethra and then pressing hard at her entrance.

Mum's back arched, she pushed up into my face, her musk sweet and feminine, an aphrodisiac in its own right. I knew that I had to fuck her soon, my dick was aching and my balls felt as if they would explode. I took two fingers and circled her entrance as my tongue lapped at her clitoris, Mum was gulping, her fingers were clutching at the bed sheet.

I pressed inside, pushing through her opening, my fingers deep inside, my forefinger pressing along her perineum, touching at her sphincter. I eased my fingers apart inside her, widening her fanny walls, feeling the unevenness of her fanny, rubbing my fingernails across her ridges, feeling her tense and relax as I moved.

"Oh fuck Michael," I heard her gasp from somewhere up the bed, "Jesus, just fuck me already."

I moved away from her fanny, my fingers soaking, dripping with her juices, I smeared them around her mouth and replaced them with my lips, kissing her hard as I rolled above her, my dick poised at her entrance. I pushed, my dick parted her petals and pressed into the heat of her cunt.

"Argh, oh fuck," Mum gasped as Mr Average pushed in and filled her fanny, her hands on my back, her finger nails digging in, semi-circle dents across my shoulders would be a real giveaway when I got home, 'sorry babe, just had to fuck Mum on the way home.'

I began pushing in and pulling out, slowly at first, my foreskin rolling down my shaft, my rim scraping the lower depths of her fanny, my pleasures flowing, my own breaths just gasps. I began to speed up and soon there was the percussive sound of my belly slapping on hers, her gasps and my grunts echoing around her bedroom, the unmistakable sounds of sex. Harder I pushed, quicker I went, Mum just staring sightlessly up at me as I fucked her on her barren marital bed.

I felt her fanny tighten, she was squeezing my dick and then her fingers pressed in so hard I almost cried out and she screamed, loud, high pitched and she thrust upwards, her back leaving the bed. My balls twitched and my dick exploded, my balls draining and flooding her fanny with my seed, filling her womb.

She lay beneath me gasping, her breasts heaving as she regained her breath. I slowly rolled to one side, my dick slipped from her fanny and left a slime trail across her thigh, as I looked down, her fanny was still open and shite spunk was dribbling out, puddling underneath her.

"You'll have to change the sheet before Dad comes home," I said.

"Nope," she said. "You'll have to recharge your balls before you get home."

"Yup," I answered, I just hoped that the marks on my back would have gone by then.