Author's Note:
The following is a work of fiction. It is a long story and involves a teenager having a secret sexual relationship with his mother, unbeknownst to his father/her husband. It has lots of descriptions of mum and son having sex in a multitude of positions and ways, including anal, so if that isn't to your tastes then don't read any further.
Prologue
I'm sure it's a fantasy that plenty of guys have, right? A woman in a uniform? Come on, I can't be the only one who thinks that it's sexy! My personal favourite is a nurse, there is just something so exciting about that particular uniform. A psychiatrist would probably say that is because my mum is a nurse, which is true, and that my attraction to that particular profession's outfit is down to some sort of deep rooted unfulfilled sexual desire that arose during my formative teenage years.
That would be totally wrong though, I don't have any deep rooted unfulfilled sexual desires about my mum, sexy nurse uniform or not. No, all my sexual desires about my mum are very satisfied on a regular basis thank you very much, in fact only yesterday we were on my bed with her legs wrapped around my body whilst I was fucking her velvety soft pussy and filling her with my cum. She had three orgasms to my one, which is flattering I thought, and gave my ego a stroke that I could bring my mother to the peak of physical pleasure like that on multiple occasions so easily.
I should have led with that shouldn't I, the whole sleeping with my mother thing? Yeah, now I think that's a pretty big and important revelation. It's been going on for a while now, six months as I write this. My dad, who does live with us, has no idea it's happening, and let's be honest neither myself nor Mum are in any rush to reveal our activities to him or anyone else who knows us. 'They'd only be judgemental, so why bother them with it?' is how my mother puts it.
To be honest, I've never understood that attitude, the one of the people doing the judging I mean. Nobody loves their kids or wants them to be happy as much as a mother does, that's just a fact, and the best source of happiness and the ultimate expression of love is physical intimacy... So it seems pretty logical to me that bringing your son or daughter the kind of physical pleasure that comes from sex would not only make any mother happy - if they can just get over those initial feelings of taboo that hold people back from experimenting and experiencing things they really want to - but also strengthen that bond that exists between them to a level that only a few who cross the abstract, society imposed, line will ever truly know.
Sorry I got sidetracked there for a moment. I'm sure you're not really interested in my thoughts on the benefits of incestuous sex between mothers and their children, so I'll get back to what you do want to read about, namely my sexy adventures with my own mother.
The story I'm about to reveal to you isn't the story of how we started our incestuous affair, it is in fact a much more steamy and fun series of events in my opinion, ones that occurred over a week long period that included a family holiday spent in sunny Spain, although the actual story begins before our flight out from the UK.
I hope you enjoy this look into my life, I certainly enjoyed remembering all these filthy moments and typing them out to share. My name is Chris by the way, and it's nice to meet you.
Chapter 1:
Pre-Trip Fun
"Christ, that was a long shift. I was on my feet for ten straight hours it felt like, and I look even worse than I feel too," Mum sighed as she rummaged around in her wardrobe for some casual clothes to change into now her work day was over and she was home once again.
I watched her arse, covered by the dark blue material of her nurse uniform, as she bent over whilst she pulled various items of clothing out and discarded each, none fitting the idea of comfort she had in her head. It was a sight that I never tired of seeing, and I sometimes thought I liked the look of her plump soft cheeks even more when they were covered like that, than when she was naked. Okay, maybe not actually, now I say it aloud.
After another dress was tossed back for in her words 'being much too clingy', Mum finally settled on something loose fitting and cool. Satisfied she turned to face me again and smiled as she caught where my gaze had been moments before.
"You look gorgeous as always Mum. If I didn't know better I'd think you were just heading to work right now, not coming off a long shift," I said sweetly lifting my eyes back to her face, and giving her the ego boost that I knew she craved. It never failed.
"Really?" Mum asked with a raised eyebrow, looking for a little more reassurance and reveling in the compliments I was giving.
"Are you kidding me? You look fantastic, I bet all those nurses coming to relieve you were jealous to death that even after your shift you still looked more drop dead gorgeous than they did fresh!" I grinned, and let my eyes wander down my mother's body, taking in the swell of her breasts for a second before I lifted my gaze back to her brown eyes.
"You always know what to say, and I think someone just earned himself a reward," Mum giggled as she stepped toward me and placed her arms around my neck before she kissed me deeply, pushing her tongue into my mouth in a very non-motherly way as she pressed her breasts against my chest.
I returned the kiss with a moan, placing my hands on my mother's arse and squeezing it, causing her to groan and pull herself tighter against me.
I heard a soft groan spill from Mum's throat as I caressed her arse cheeks again and pressed my crotch forwards against her, the growing bulge that was my stiffening cock rubbing against her stomach as we made out in her bedroom.
"Fuck baby, you've got me feeling so hot!" Mum gasped as she broke the kiss after letting my hands wander over her body for a little bit, sliding up her back and then around to her chest, squeezing the big round mounds of her breasts which felt soft under my palm and fingers. She looked up at me, her eyes bright and shining with lust.
I didn't have time to reply as she let her arms drop from around my neck, trailing her hands onto my shoulders and then chest, sliding her palms down until she was resting one on the bulge at my crotch which she gave a playful squeeze, causing my hard cock to throb in response.
"I see I'm not the only one feeling aroused too!" Mum smiled as she squeezed my cock again within my pants.
"It's the uniform," I joked. Looking down at my mother as she dropped gracefully down onto her knees at my feet, her hand still cupping and occasionally squeezing my crotch as she gazed up at my face with those beautiful brown eyes. I couldn't help but feel lucky.
"Naughty boy! You always did like my nurse outfit, even when you were little," Mum laughed. "I thought you'd grow out of it... but I guess you never will, luckily for me!"
She flashed me a grin and then quickly set to work releasing the buckle of my belt and pulling the zipper of my jeans down. I simply stood watching her, my cock throbbing in anticipation as she focused her attention on my crotch and her work to release my rock hard shaft.
"Oh fuck," I groaned quietly as my mother pulled my jeans down my legs and then brought her hands quickly back up once they were pooled in a heap around my ankles, caressing and playing with the stiff bulge that was my cock only covered by the thin black material of my boxer shorts.
"That feel nice, baby?" Mum cooed as she squeezed my covered cock, her hands never still, always rubbing the length and squeezing. She knew just how to tease me, how to get me so hot and aroused. I was putty in her hands.
"It feels amazing," I replied honestly, my voice a little hoarse as I took deep rapid breaths now that my mother had my cock all but free and was taking such joy in playing with it.
"Nobody knows how to give their son a good time like a mother," she said with a wink and then leaned forwards, kissing the head of my cock through my underwear, once and then again quickly afterwards.
A pulse of pleasure rushed through my body as I both watched my mother perform the act and felt it. I can't speak for other men, only myself, but I enjoy a slow build up to a blow job, something my mum knew all too well and was very happy to indulge me in.
After another few seconds of rubbing, kissing and squeezing my bulge, my mother decided I'd had enough and it was time that I got my reward. In a flash, her fingers had hooked into the waistband of my boxer shorts and she was yanking them down my thighs, letting them join my jeans around my ankles.
Instantly my cock sprang forth, the tip just inches from her face as the hard shaft throbbed and jerked in frenzied anticipation of what was about to happen, as Mum wrapped her left hand around my length whilst she looked up at me, licking her lips.
"Do you remember the first time I sucked your big beautiful cock?" Mum asked as she caressed my length casually, but with a firm grip of my shaft, the heat of her skin on my sensitive organ driving me wild.