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The following, are chapters 2 to 7. I was going to publish these individually but as I have a busy schedule coming up, I have decided to release the remainder of the story now. However, please read chapter 1 first before continuing, you will follow the story easier.

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Home grown slut Chapter 2

Carol sat with her eyes and mouth wide open. "You came on your naked mother?"

John nodded, an anxious look on his face.

"Not only came on her but also managed to get some in her?"

"By accident." he replied. "I wasn't aiming for it to go in her pussy."

"But still you did get some in her."

"Yes."

Carol rose from the bed and paced the bedroom. She knew Brenda, John's mother, she was a really nice lady. She had made her feel very welcome, whenever they had visited. She was a very attractive woman, not stunningly beautiful, but for a woman in her mid-40's still very attractive. Even now at just over 60 she still looked good.

"So that was it, a one-time deal?"

John looked down before mumbling. "No." He knew that now he had started, he might as well tell the full story.

"There's more?" Carol shouted, returning to the bed and sitting down as she had before.

When she entered the bathroom, I pulled my shorts up and re-made my bed. I sat down for a few minutes to go over what had just happened. I still couldn't believe that I had just masturbated over my naked mother and had cum so hard on her.

"And in her" Carol injected.

"And in her" John continued.

I was resolved that that would be the end of it. I loved my mother and did not want to put that at risk by doing something stupid again.

I would go to the hardware shop to get some wood filler and repair the door.

I threw on a t-shirt and left my room.

As I exited my door, I heard my mother moan in the bathroom. She was fingering herself behind the closed door, I could hear her softly whispering. I pressed my ear to the door to try to hear what she was saying.

"So much bigger than George." My dad, she said. "What a cock so hard, so big." She moaned "It would feel so good in your pussy Brenda." She continued.

Then a loud gasp and deep guttural grunts, she was coming.

I crept away from the door with a new realisation, my own mother, at the very least, was fantasizing about my cock.

I went to the store and purchased the wood filler, wondering how I might take this further. Could I bring her fantasy to reality?

When I returned the house was empty, so I set about fixing the door.

If fucking me was only a fantasy, I should fuel that fantasy I thought. Seeing me hard had made her finger herself.

Perhaps her seeing me naked again, would lead to her crossing the moral boundaries. Seeing me come again, might encourage her to go further than what we had agreed.

All it needed was a good plan, something that could get the same reaction to what had just happened in my room.

I knew that if I got this wrong, fantasy or not, I could end up homeless.

My first plan was simple, masturbate in my room with the door open, so that she could clearly see.

If she said anything, I could say it was in my room in my own private place. She couldn't throw me out for breaking our deal. In my head I had reasoned that I wasn't trying to see her naked, I just wanted her to see me naked and that wasn't part of the deal. So, I was keeping my word.

Could it really be that simple? Who knew, the only way to find out was to try it out. I would do it the next morning when she got up to use the bathroom.

However, my plan was put on hold that evening when dad came home.

My grandma had been taken to hospital. An ill fitted carpet had caused her to trip and fall, breaking her pelvis. She was ok but with grandad passing away a couple of years ago, she would need help around the house. Things like getting her up, dressed, ablutions, meals, cleaning and such.

It was decided that mum should go to stay with her for a few weeks, to help her recover. Dad would go over some evenings and weekends as he couldn't get the time off work.

I sat totally dejected, I was sorry for Grandma but my plan would now have to wait.

The next morning, she left with instructions to keep the house clean and tidy.

With that she was gone.

Seven weeks later she returned. Grandma had recovered enough to potter around the house and a home help was employed to pop in three times a day to get her meals and to help with her dressing and cleaning. Dad would still go over when he could and he had bought her a mobile phone, so she could contact us, if she needed anything.

As I laid in bed that night, I decided that tomorrow would be the day.

Next morning, I awoke early and opened my bedroom door. Not too much, as I did not want it to look intentional but enough of a gap to make my bed clearly visible to her, as she went to the bathroom.

I stripped naked and laid down on my bed and couched my cock to full erection, not too difficult considering what I was doing.

I had to be careful not to get too carried away, coming now would ruin it all.

It seemed like an eternity before I heard movement coming from my parents' room then footsteps on the landing floor.

This is it I thought, I closed my eyes and started to rub my cock vigorously. I resisted muttering her name thinking that might be too much.

I heard the footsteps stop by my door and then the click of the door being closed.

I opened my eyes hoping to see her in my room but unfortunately, she wasn't. However, it had worked, she had seen me. I just had to wait now to see if there was any reaction.

Later that morning when dad went to visit grandmas' I went looking for her.

"Morning mum" I said when I entered the living room. She was sitting in her favourite arm chair reading a woman's magazine.

She looked up from her magazine, over her reading glasses that were perched on the end of her nose. "Morning john, sleep well?"

I was studying her closely for any reaction. No blushing, no sweating, no sign of any awkwardness.

"John, did you sleep well?" She said again "Have you gone deaf?"

"No, yes, sure mum I was just thinking about something else. Sorry yes I had a great night sleep, thank you."

She eyed me, suspiciously.

"I fixed the bathroom door by the way" I continued.

"I know," she said "I checked this morning, just to make sure." She smiled then returned to reading her magazine.

"OK, I was just about to make a coffee, do you want one?" I asked.

"That would be lovely dear, thank you," not even looking up from her magazine.

I went to the kitchen. She must have seen me. There is no way she couldn't.

Had I misread the signs, was she now so indifferent about me wanking myself off? Had the weeks at Grandmas' put an end to her fantasy? Was this really now the end of it?

That evening, I got my answer.

After dinner dad pulled me to one side "Look John, I know you are a young man, hormones raging and the like but when you masturbate, make sure your door is closed, OK. Your mother would have had a fit if she had seen what you were doing this morning."

"Oh, sorry dad I thought it was closed."

"Well it wasn't, I closed it before your mother saw anything. Just be careful in future."

"Sure dad, sorry again."

Shit it wasn't mum, it was dad! That would explain her nonchalant attitude.

Could my plan still work?

The only problem now was masturbating with my door open, was out the window. I couldn't risk dad seeing me again, he would know I was up to something.

I went to bed that evening racking my brain as to how I could get her to see my cock again. As sleep overtook me I could not think of a single safe idea.

Fate however sometimes rolls in your favour.

The next Saturday was a glorious day, the sun was shining and mum asked if I would help her in the garden. Her pride and joy had been neglected while she had been away and weeds had sprung up everywhere.

"Sure mum, will be down in a second" I called down from my bedroom.

I decided that shorts and a vest would be an appropriate attire, for such a warm day and joined her in the garden.

We had been working for about half an hour, with me taking every opportunity to sneak glances at her breast and butt, also encased in shorts and sleeveless shirt, without getting caught, when mum let out a cry.

"Don't move a muscle John. There's a huge hornet on the leg of your shorts."

I stood still but felt the insect fly onto my naked thigh.

Mum rushed over and made the mistake of trying to knock the hornet off.

All that happened was that the insect panicked, flew up my shorts leg and stung me at the top of my thigh.

I let out a loud cry as the barb sunk deeply into my flesh, injecting a load of its venom close to my groin.

Mum quick as a flash pulled down my shorts, in an attempt to stop further stings

However, in her haste to lower my shorts she also pulled down my underwear.

The hornet now free from its confines flew off. Me however, I was now writhing in agony of the initial sting. Clutching my groin and crying out in pain.

My mother grabbed hold off me and told me to lie down.

I did as she asked, as my mother inspected the now reddening small puncture wound close to my cock.

She then did something that shocked the hell out of me. She lowered her mouth to the top of my thigh and started to suck at the wound.

Even though I was in immense pain, the sight of my mothers' face so close to my cock had an inevitable effect on my manhood.

I couldn't help it, blood rushed to my groin area and swelled my cock.

Mum sat back and spat out a mouthful of saliva and venom.

She looked down at me, by now my fully erect cock twitching in the sunlight.

"I'm sorry son I never meant for you to get....... Stung."

Her eyes were not looking at the wound but were transfixed on my cock, that pulsed with each heartbeat, the head glistening in the sunshine.

I didn't dare say anything.

"Is it very sore?" she said moving her hand to the base of my cock, near to the where the sting was.

"Hmm." was all I could utter, as her hand encircled my painfully hard cock.

She said nothing else and neither did I, as she, slowly at first, started an upward movement of her hand on my cock.

I held my breath; her hand travelled all the way to the top just below my now purple head and ever so slowly back to the base. Pulling my foreskin down and stretching it around my girth.

She then repeated the movement. This was better than any stupid plan I could have come up with. Instead of just looking at me wanking off, she was stroking, no wanking my cock.

She slowly increased her speed, occasionally rolling the palm of her hand over the head of my cock smearing the pre-cum all around, so as to make my foreskin slid easily down its trunk.

This was too much for me. My mother was going to make me cum and soon. A few more jerks and I would be there.

I gasped out in ecstasy, "OH mum" and there it was, the bubble burst.

A sudden realisation of what she was doing. She quickly withdrew her hand.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry." She said as she quickly got to her feet and rushed back in to the house.

I was left in the garden shorts around my ankles and an unbelievable ache in my groin not just from the sting but also the 'blue balls' I now had.

I got up pulled my shorts up and went to try to find my mother.

Downstairs was empty, so I climbed the stairs to her bedroom.

Getting close to her door, I could hear that she was crying. "You stupid, stupid girl." I heard her cry from inside. "Why did you do such a thing. It's wrong, he's your son, you can't have such thoughts about him. He's not the pervert you are." She continued.

I was about to knock on her door, when I heard the front door open and my dad called out from the hall "Hi, I'm home."

I quickly retreated to my room, as I heard dad climbing the stairs.

Once inside I needed to relieve the tension that was now causing a pain in my balls. Only 5 strokes later and at least one of the aches had subsided.

That night at dinner dad said "Are you ok son? I believe you got a nasty sting in the groin. Your mother was very upset when I got home, as she realised there was nothing she could do to help. Do you need me to have a look?"

"No that's ok dad I have put some sting cream on and the swelling has gone down now." I looked at my mother, hoping that the inuendo had not gone unmissed.

She lowered her head and her bottom lip trembled.

"Well as long as you're ok that's all that matters" said my dad digging in to the plate of food in front of him.

After dinner I helped mum carry the dishes into the kitchen as my dad slumped down on the sofa and switched on the sports channel to check on the football results.

"Thank you for not saying anything." She said "and sorry for what happened. Are you ok?"

"If you're asking about the sting, it's fine. If you're asking about my cock, I took care of that also but I would have preferred you to have finished me off"

"That was not meant to happen, I don't know what came over me, I just got carried away. I did not realise what I was doing. It was wrong of me to touch you in that way. It ...it's just that... Oh never mind It doesn't matter, you wouldn't understand."

"What dad not performing for you is he not? I sarcastically responded. Remembering the look of disappointment on her face in my bedroom with dad.

"How dare you speak of your father like that. He's a good man, kind, generous and loving."

"So, what's the problem then"

"I'm not going to discuss personal matters with my son"

"Try me, I may surprise you. I know a thing or two about sex, things that could help"

A look of anger crossed her face, I had obviously hit a raw nerve.

"Oh, so wise in the ways of the world, are you? You know what to do, when a couple have been together for 20+ years and their spark has gone? You know what to say, when the only way a man that you have loved all your life needs pills to get him aroused? You know that talking dirty to keep him that way, is what you have to do so that you can get some relief? You try everything from dressing up to toys to add spice to your lovemaking and even suggesting that you use your son's bedroom for sex? No, it wasn't your father idea to use your room, it was mine. I spend all my waking hours trying to think of ways to get your father aroused, so he can make love to me. Do you know the last time me and your father had sex? That night in your room months ago. So, don't tell me you know what to say" she spat out.

With that she leant back against the cupboard and burst out sobbing.

I stood shocked and riveted to the spot. Her sudden outpouring of emotion, that had been eating away at her, for what must have been several months if not years.

I moved forward to hold her. It was true I didn't know what to say or do but my empathy for her now grew and all I could do was hold her.

She hugged me back, no sexual motive, just the warmth of loving arms that she needed at that moment.

That's how we stayed till her sobbing subsided.

"Thank you I needed that." she said pushing gentle on my chest.

"Sorry for being so unaware of your problems mum but I mean it, if I can help in any way possible, let me know."

"Well now you know, so please forgive me for my behaviour earlier. I promise to keep my emotions under better control."

"That's a shame." I said smiling but left it at that.

As I left the kitchen, I hoped that mum and dad would be ok and sort their sex lives out.

Home grown slut Chapter 3

Carol felt sorry for Brenda. She couldn't imagine what it must have been like for her. She knew, being a woman, that she would have blamed herself for George's lack of interest in her. She would be thinking that she wasn't sexy anymore, that she couldn't turn him on anymore, that she had become unattractive.

The fact was, she was wrong. She was very attractive and now that she thought about it, had an incredible sexiness about her. But to any woman, in a sexless home, these would be the thoughts she would be having. She could see that any attention from elsewhere, although very inappropriate, would be very appealing to her. Even very tempting.

Turning to her husband she said "I understand her reaction to seeing you hard. It must have been very flattering for her, that a man, even her son, found her sexy enough to become aroused by her."

"However, she was vulnerable John. Please don't say you took advantage of her"

"No, my thoughts were now purely on how to get mum and dad back to a full loving and sex filled marriage"

I didn't know how but if I could help, I would.

A few days later mum came to my room.

"Could I ask you a favour son?" She started.

"Sure, mum anything" I replied.

"OK, you said you would help me and your father out, correct? Well you are a man now and I was wondering what turns men on? What gets a man excited? What gets things working right?" she eyed me with a look of desperation on her face, like she hoped I would have the answer to the real question, what would get dad fucking her again.

"I'm not sure mum, dressing up and dirty talk would do it for me but I am young and a whiff of perfume can get me going. But for dad, it seems that he needs more, oomph, if you know what I mean. It's just a question of finding the thing that gets him going."

"So, what would you suggest." Raising her eyebrows at me.

"Have you tried porn, that might work?"

She let out a laugh. "I watched a video a number of years ago at university. How in the world that is supposed to get anyone aroused is beyond me? The acting was atrocious it went: "Hello little girl (to a woman probably the same age as the man) is your mother home, I've come to collect the milk money?". The woman replied "I think it's down here" she replied, bending over at a ridiculous angle to show her naked vagina. He then says "That's a nice pussy shall I fill it with cream, being a milkman and all" to which the woman giggles and says "Go on then." Me and my friend were rolling around laughing not in the slightest bit turned on at all."

I burst out laughing as well "I understand what you mean mum but things have moved on a bit from those movies. Yes, there are still some that cater for that market but there are others that are really done well. They cater for every type of sexual preference. I think you should try a few see if you can find one that might, pardon the pun, get a rise out of dad."

"I wouldn't know where to begin and I certainly couldn't go in to an adult shop and ask for one, I would be mortified"

"Mum the internet is full of porn sites, many of which are free. You can just download them these days or stream them online."

"I'm no good with technology son, you know I struggle with computers."

"I'll help," I offered, "you tell me what to download and then I will burn it to DVD."

"I wouldn't know where to find such films." she replied.

"How about I load up a website on my laptop, you take it to your room and browse a few video's, then when you have decided, bring it back and I will burn it to DVD?"

A thoughtful look crossed her face. She then smiled, "I'm still not convinced but I am willing to try anything, so let's give it a go."

I opened up my laptop and logged on. In just a few clicks I was at my favourite site.

"That looked a lot like you knew what you were looking for" my mum said with a big smile on her face.

"What can I say, I have needs as well you know."

"I guess. So, how do I work this thing?"

After a brief explanation and showing her the different categories she could browse through, she picked up my laptop and went to her room.

I went to the kitchen and made myself something to eat and a coffee. I also made mum one and took it up to her room.

With my hands full, a cup in one hand and a plate of sandwiches in the other, I used my elbow to push the door handle down and entered her room backwards.