"Five down. Keeps your money. Something, something, n, something, e r..."
I looked up from my book.
"Wanker."
Mum burst out laughing, her head bobbing up and down in my lap. It was one of those uncontrollable things where choking, or snot coming out of your nose, or an unexpected fart could have been the unfortunate result. As it was, she managed to cover her mouth while her laughter continued and tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Oh dear...pass me one of those tissues off the table, would you...?"
I held onto her soft waist with one hand and stretched round the end of the sofa to grab a handful of paper tissues.
She wiped her eyes while returning to look at the crossword puzzle in the newspaper folded in front of her.
"Haha. Oh. Well if that's right, then five across, famous outlaw, is 'willythekid'..."
"Sounds about right to me..."
"Alright then, clever git, let's see how good you really are. Mmmm, here we go then. Seventeen down. No letters yet, nine letters - 'mutual satisfaction'.
"...Yesssssss...!!"
Mum's laughter this time was a cackle. This time snot really did erupt from her nose and she did let out a short fart while grasping hold of her stomach.
I took the newspaper off her and wafted the air around us before rolling her gently off my lap and onto the carpet.
I looked down at her, sprawled there, clasping her stomach and laughing, not heeding the fact that her black pleated skirt had ridden up to give me a great view of a wide expanse of thigh and almost, but not quite, her knickers.
"More tissues, Gary..."
I duly obliged and then sat back, patting my lap and stretching out a hand to invite her back up. She grabbed hold, and as she lifted herself up I took the opportunity to glimpse down and into the cleavage of the red blouse which hung away from her body as she leant forward. Her gorgeous heavy breasts were nestled loosely in a frilly white lace hammock and I could see through the gap between them down to the tight elastic clasping the weight to her chest.
Suddenly my invitation, to return her head to where it had been resting just a few moments before, didn't seem such a wise move. As she stretched out onto the sofa and lowered her head back into my lap, she brought one hand round to the nape of her neck to keep her shoulder-length auburn hair in place. As she smoothed her hand across, her knuckles brushed over the hillock of my semi hard-on. She didn't react, but pressed her head firmly back down as though to test its bounciness, and even moved it from side to side to get comfortable. She winked up at me.
Just at that moment, Dad came back in from the kitchen after preparing himself a half-time sandwich and a cup of coffee. He wasn't a happy soul. Well, I mean, would you be, if you supported Newcastle? The match was being broadcast live and they were already finding themselves two-nil down, so now he was steeling himself for another forty-five minutes of unmitigated torture. They were playing away. If it had been a home match, he'd now be over at St. James' Park, sobbing with the best of them. He settled, muttering to himself, down into his armchair opposite the television. It's no life being a Newcastle supporter...
Mum returned her gaze to the crossword and I returned to my book, willing my dick to think of other things besides the fact that if Mum were to turn her head slightly, she could begin to nibble at it... oh God, I was making it worse...
Because my face was hidden from her by my book, Mum couldn't see that I was free to roam my eyes over her whole, albeit clothed, body as it stretched out along the length of the sofa. I gazed at the sliver of pale skin that was exposed because of the undone button where her blouse tucked into the band of her skirt; the skirt fell around her waist and dipped over her pubic mound and down into the crevice between her slightly open legs. It stopped at just above her knee, and then her long, long legs continued down to her bare crimson-painted toes...
I was nudged back to reality by Mum tapping her pen on my book. I put it to one side. She was smiling and pointing to the puzzle with her pen. She'd filled in a new line - 'Roman god'. Four letters. She'd written 'Gary'. I raised an eyebrow, returned the smile and took the puzzle off her. I quickly scanned the clues and filled in an answer. I handed the paper back to her. She looked at it and a broad smile crossed her face. Seven across. 'Goddess of love beauty and sexuality'. Nine letters... mmm, Aphrodite? No. I wrote in 'mymumanne'.
Mum grinned, seemed to bite her bottom lip and mouthed a 'thank you'. She then brought one finger to her lips, kissed it and brought it up to my mouth. I didn't kiss it. I licked it. That was it, we were now playing a secret game, just the two of us. Dad wasn't included. Anne returned her finger to just in front of her own mouth, looked up at me, stuck out her tongue and licked around the tip too. I let out a short gasp, but managed to break the hypnotic spell she was casting over me, grabbed back the pen and paper and entered a few more letters. The letters broke out of the crossword frame altogether. I hadn't filled in a new clue. Onto 'yesssssss' I'd added 'ssssSSSSS!!'.
She was giggling silently. She raised her knees so the paper was now resting against the tops of her thighs. As she'd lifted them, her skirt had dropped back towards her waist. If it weren't for the newspaper I'd now be staring full-on at her panties. As it was, at the side of her skirt I could just detect a tidbit of white frilly lace. My semi hard-on was now a full-blown rager. Mum nudged it with her cheek and looked me straight in the eyes. The tip of her tongue licked around her lips. She wrote down, 'uteezer' in a random space.
I bent my head, took the pen, found another space and wrote 'cuzovu'.
She smiled. In another space I filled in 'btw' and waited for her reaction.
She read it and looked at me quizzically.
I looked for a nine-letter space, wrote into it and regarded her with my own smirk.
She read, 'icurbelli'
Again she looked puzzled, but then realization dawned and she looked down to see her own navel on full display through the gap where her blouse was unbuttoned. It was her turn to raise an eyebrow.
She wrote.
I read, Fourteen down: 'uvoyeuru'
I turned the paper round to my side, added my bit and turned it back to her. This time she had trouble keeping it in and I had to hold her tightly until her laughter subsided. I'd drawn bold circles around the 'yessssSSS!!...'
I glanced over towards Dad. He was engrossed in his team's Waterloo. If he'd glanced across at us, he would have only seen the arm of the sofa, the top of Mum's head and the folded newspaper resting on her knees. Mum also did her best to look over towards him, but without moving her head, could only swivel her eyes round. She looked back at me. I did a small shake of my head. No, he couldn't see. Mum reached down and undid the second button at the bottom of her blouse and parted it even more. She looked up at me and nodded almost imperceptibly, then lowered her legs, opened the pages of the newspaper fully and, idly, as though short-sighted, began to scan the headlines, hiding her face from me and the rest of her body from Dad...
Revealed in front of me now lay this curvaceous body with its clothes in mild disarray. I'd been given permission and was completely free to let my eyes wander and linger over any part I wanted. Her blouse was open from waist to mid-chest and her skirt had stayed where it was after she'd straightened her legs. Her pussy mound was on full view through the semi-opaque material of her lacy panties. Short dark hairs protruded through the holes left by the flowered pattern embellishing them. My dick gave an involuntary jerk and Mum squeezed her cheek up against it.
