(This chapter is narrated by Maureen. Just to remind anyone coming back to this serial, and for new readers, the story is about a long term romance between Maureen and her son Cliff. It started in 1974, when Cliff was 18 and Maureen in her mid-forties, and is set in and around London's East End. This chapter is set about six months after the affair began.)
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After the role play session we had had where I'd taken charge and basically treated Cliff as my sub (Ch. 3), I was expecting Cliff to want to take charge of one of our sex sessions and get me to do what he wanted. I had already told him that about the only thing I wouldn't do is take his prick right up my bum, and was expecting he would want to be the dom at least so he could get me to suck him until he came my mouth. While I sucked him nearly every time we went to bed, I hadn't yet sucked him right to orgasm. However, to my surprise he didn't seem to want to be in charge, at least for now, and he brushed aside the possibility when I brought it up.
This all got overtaken by events however in May 1975, when my son and I'd been at it for a good 6 months. I was really into it and loved the anticipation, the risks, the foreplay, and what we did in bed; we still usually managed a quickie or even two sometime during the week, often just standing up by the kitchen sink, and we had a good long romp with two or even three sessions of intercourse every Saturday afternoon when my hubbie Ken was away with his beloved Arsenal. The footie season finished at the end of April and while I knew that after this Ken would sometimes be out on Saturdays on a variety of errands and so on, I also knew I wouldn't be getting as much of my son's gorgeous penis as in the past. The other fly in the ointment was the fact that Cliff was by then of course giving his girlfriend Sue a good seeing to at least twice a week – I tried to pretend I wasn't jealous but deep down I knew I was – who wouldn't be in my situation? – Sue was young, pretty, slim with good boobs, and also much better educated than me.
I guess this was partly responsible for what happened. You may recall that my best friend was Irene, known as Auntie Irene to Cliff, though not a real aunty to him. I'd known her since I was about 15, and she was a couple of years older so she'd always tried things out before me. Her husband Des had been a docker, had lost his job in the recent dock closures and had been incredibly lucky to get a job on the new North Sea oil rigs. This meant he was away for I think 3 weeks at a time, then returning home for ten days. Des had stopped having sex with Irene about the time he lost his docker's job, and Irene had found solace in the arms (and bed) of her nephew Dave. She had given me chapter and verse on what they did, and lucky Dave had regularly been cumming in every one of Irene's orifices for a good 9 months.
I used to see Irene most weeks and we'd go to a film, or sometimes a country and western night in one of the local pubs (this was all the rage then). I think it was a Thursday around the middle of May, and we'd agreed to go to see Three Days of the Condor at a cinema in the Borough (the area just south of London Bridge). We got there for a showing at 7pm but just as we were about to buy tickets, there was a major electricity failure, and of course the show was cancelled. Irene suggested we have a drink, and when we got to the nearest pub she went off to the bar to make a phone call.
She hadn't asked me about this, but the call was to Dave and she had asked him to join us. We'd had a gin and orange by the time Dave turned up, and he at once bought us another – a double. I'd known Dave a bit for years. He was I think then 23 or 24; he'd been apprenticed at 15 as a joiner, and had never had two pennies to rub together until about 18 months ago when he'd set up his own shop fitting business. He was I guess pretty good, as he was getting contract after contract in the good West End shops; he had a couple of lads working for him, and by this time had moved from his parent's flat in Hoxton to his own place about a half mile from where we were drinking.
Dave was not bad looking, and had greatly improved in the least year or two by working out and had got his physique into good shape. Irene had told me about his prick of course, and about what a stud he was, and of course after a couple more drinks, she and Dave started to get a bit amorous and I started to think three's a crowd. However when I began to make excuses, Dave started to talk about a new television recorder he'd bought called a VCR – no-one I knew had one of these yet and I was interested to see what it did.
So before too long we were back at Dave's flat – a top floor place in a large Victorian house, very nicely done up – and Dave was about to demonstrate the cassette recorder. We were all pretty tipsy by this time – Irene and I had had 4 gin and tonics including a couple of doubles. I blame the drink for what happened next!
Dave put on a video cassette and came and sat one of the two sofas in the room between me and Irene. Of course I should have guessed – it was a sex video. It was in some foreign language but that really didn't matter. It started off with three women in different bedrooms – one around 20, one of my age and one in her late sixties – getting dressed in very sexy underwear, all with stockings and underwired bras. The film made a big thing of them pulling their knickers on over their hairy fannies. Then they joined their husbands, and two of the couples drove to join the third – the older ones – in some big brand new country house. Dave clearly knew the story, and he told us that they were meant to be three generations of the same family. There was a bit of chat and drinking in the film before the sex kicked off – the first coupling was the youngest man fucking his grandmother from behind while she sucked on her son's prick. They were of course all good looking people, and the sight of the very mature woman in just stockings and bra being serviced by two well endowed younger men was a real turn on.
By this time, Dave and Irene had their tongues down each other's throats and I was starting to feel hot and wet. Dave turned way from Irene and kissed me, gently at first and when I didn't resist, more deeply and I thought well what the hell, Cliff's probably fucking Sue right now why shouldn't I have some fun, so I made it clear I was up for it. Dave and I continued to snog and pet – he put his hand under my blouse and soon managed to undo my bra and start to handle my tits – while Irene undid his trousers and pulled these and his pants down. His prick was about the same size as Cliff's, a bit above average, and Irene started to kiss the tip and then suck him.
I was very hot and bothered by now, and when Irene came up for air, she told Dave to get his kit off so the two older ladies (i.e. us) could get a proper look. He didn't need asking twice – while he stripped, Irene pulled off her dress, showing a matching bra and knicker set and stockings held up by suspenders. She pulled down her knickers too, revealing a nice full bush and a well swollen pussy.
"Come on Maureen, you'll get left behind and Dave'll get all embarrassed... get that skirt and blouse off... come on girl, stand up and come here... there, that's better, we'll all feel more relaxed when we all see what we've got on offer!"
I was wearing tights not stockings, so after Maureen had taken off my blouse and skirt, I pulled down my tights, and with my bra already undone, was soon sitting back down just in my knickers. The video by this time was at the end of the first coupling, with the son's cum dribbling down his mother's face, and her grandson pulling out his prick to cum on her arse. Dave sat back down between us and pushed my head down towards his prick, while Irene started to snog him. I sucked on him, until Dave broke free of Irene and told me I'd better stop as I was so good he was near to cumming.
At this point, Irene got up and said we needed to toss a coin for who went first.
