The effect of my staying home with Gillian that weekend was quite profound. I had found a way of being and relating to her that was significantly different sexually from the past. Our relationship had been highly sexual, indeed that was the initial attraction and immediate. However, once we settled together our sex life became routine and vanilla like. In turn our lives became surface in nature rarely stepping into sorting out our increasing distance with each other. I started avoiding discussing my sexual thoughts and feelings and Gillian went into an unwitting collusion with this as the children preoccupied hers and my time. We had become a good family but I had gone private with my sexuality. Least of all could I have shared my recent preoccupations about Mother with her, ditto that with Aunt Ellen. However over that weekend I had come to see that what Gillian ached for was to be submissive to my demands. My anal penetration broke through a barrier we had not breached before and were not to retreat to again. I was not perturbed about her brother’s familiarity with her either. In fact it was a bit of a turn on.
What I also recognised was that Mother and Gillian were rather formal and distant with each other. They were never alone together, always with me or the children. I had long realised the origin of this in my Mother’s jealously of any girls I became involved with. She always found fault with whomever I brought home. Once I understood I often went underground with girls, simply not bringing them home. Initially I avoided introducing Gillian. Mother softened when she saw that we were serious but I tended to see her on my own. The need to work in London was a godsend for her as she had me to herself again.
I’d said I would be back in the afternoon on Sunday but was back much later because of my mutual masturbation with Gillian and the excitement over the story about her brother. I let myself in quietly about midnight. No lights were on and Mum was in a deep sleep. I glanced in her bedroom. Being a warm night, she was naked with the sheet round her thighs and otherwise totally exposed. One of my incest stories had fallen to the floor by her bed. I went to my bedroom and undressed thinking what would be good to do. I felt really horny and dirty. I would save myself from fucking her for the future. We had plenty of time.
With a little lubricant on my prick I started to wank standing silently over her. She lay there in total peace. I luxuriated in the sheer flagrant joy of playing with myself over her, yet not quite sure how she might react if and when she knew what I was doing to her. I didn’t rush but enjoyed her body before me. Her tits full with their delightful slight droop and her nipples unstiff before me. Her thighs were slightly open affording a view of her recently rubbed clit which I could discern from the partial light from my bedroom. I was in a fever pitch of excitement and could feel my prick getting close. I came in a rush of spunk and aimed over her tits and face covering her in a spate of cum even though I had recently self spunked with Gillian. Groaning slightly I realised she was deep in sleep. Short of fucking her nothing was going to rouse her. My spunk began to fall from her lips, nose, neck and tits. Quiescent I returned to my bed and soon slept.
I became aware of a slight scratching on my nose. I tried to turn away but was unable as I felt my face being squashed. I slowly realised what was going on and ceased struggling. Mum was astride me with her cunt full on my face pressing her clit to my lips and opening them with her fingers at the same time. Very moist I could feel and see that she had desperation to cum. I opened my mouth to accommodate her and lifted my tongue to explore and embrace her clit.
“So at last you’re awake you bastard. I will get my own back on you later for being so late. Meanwhile here’s your punishment for spunking over me you dirty shit. I love you for being so nasty and dirty with me. Now just make me cum on your mouth. I’ve always wanted this. Oh fuck its good, get that tongue round me just like that.”
I couldn’t speak easily without withdrawing from her cunt, so I got into giving her the mouth fuck she wanted. I had long masturbated at the idea of doing this to her. The reality was even better. I reached up to envelop her tits and squeezed her nipples hard pulling out her teats their full length to hardness, but she was already there.
“Oh yes love that's good, so good, oh Ian at last I can have you. I’ve waited years for this and your fucking so good at it, so good.”
I could sense her getting close. I moved my left hand down her back to her arse and caressed her cheeks. Pushing between them I found her arsehole and pressed gently but firmly into her rectum. That did it; Mum went over the top and orgasmed, screaming her passionate cum into my mouth and rubbing back and forth on my face to extract every moment of cum from me into her body.
Moving to meet my mouth with hers, Mum kissed her own cum with our saliva, or rather mine as she was quite dry in her mouth from her frenetic breathing and screaming. Her cum and my wet mouth combined to make it a loving, warm tongue embracing kiss as she came down from her high state.
She lay alongside me and we cuddled to sleep.
I woke late in the morning having gone into a deep sleep from all my cuming yesterday. I had been very happy to go to sleep, recalling our warm closeness following her cum on my face. I could still smell her and decided not to shave so that I could carry it through the day.
Unusually I was able to leave work early. I had been sustained by the images of last night and my cuming over Mum and her cuming over my face. Feeling horny again I decided to go to the club that I sometimes frequented to watch porno films and in the hope there might be some activity. That for me meant a woman coming there and the beautiful tension of whether she would or would not engage with the partner she came with or not. I was not to be in luck. However I found the films sufficiently distracting to get out my lubricant, which I usually had just in case, and got into a gentle wank. A punter standing near me had his prick out with the ambiguous opportunity to tempt me as he was about an arm’s length from me. I could easily have put my hand out to stroke him which he obviously would have liked. He then sat in the seat next to me, soon pressing his knee gently against mine. I let him. He touched my thigh. Because I didn’t do anything he slipped his hand up to my exposed lubricated prick which I had left alone and curled round my hard shaft. He soon increased his pace. I did not similarly respond and he appeared not to mind that. I knew I was getting close with the lubricant doing its job and quietly lifted his hand away, murmuring to him that I didn’t want to come just yet but thanking him for his attention. He nodded warmly not at all put out.
I did up my zipper and got up to leave.
On the way out I thought how though I was mainly het, I rather liked the anonymity of the club enabling that kind of contact without any pressure and the pleasure of that kind of contact. I could have taken it further if I had wanted but left knowing I could anytime indulge in my incipient bisexuality.
I left and decided I would walk to the pub. Maybe Mum would be there and sure she was, chatting amiably to some of the regulars. She greeted me warmly and suggested we take the comfortable chairs rather than standing.
“No shave today Ian?”
I couldn’t have expected her vaginal aroma to still be around, but I responded, “It smelt so good this morning that I couldn’t bear to wash it off by shaving.”
She just beamed at me.”It was wonderful Ian we must repeat that often, you really got me going. Did you have a good time whilst I slept? It woke me later as it was cold and wet. I hadn’t realised at first but then I put the light on and felt it dripping down me, looked in the mirror and realised what had happened. Thank you Ian I am glad I excited you.”
“When I saw you I didn’t want to wake you yet I felt very horny looking at you uncovered and so inviting. I didn’t give much thought to how you would feel about my wanking over you.”
“Just do it again when I’m awake, I just love being treated like that.”
I clocked that in my sexual memory bank.
“By the way Ian where were you coming out of on my bus route here? Were you seeing someone on the way?” I blushed slightly realising she had seem me emerging from the club which has a door entrance that is that does not blare out its purpose to the street, with only a small A4 sign saying it is a private cinema club. I wondered how I should respond. Denial or obfuscation or take it straight. I went for straight.
“It’s a private cinema club Mum.”
