For 18-year old Billy Grange, to say that the last 24 hours had been life changing was an understatement.
What he thought would be another boring weekend with his mother, Joanne, at his aunt and uncle's; turned out to be the complete opposite. He still couldn't believe what happened when his mother came to say "goodnight" to him the other night. Or what they have done since.*
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(Author's Note: As detailed in "A Boy's Lust").
Even now, he was lying in his mother's bed while she was mounted on top of him, her back to him as she slid herself up and down his fresh hard on.
"W-we need to stop soon, baby." He heard her say. "Your aunt and uncle will be back soon and...oooohh!" She was cut off as he thrusted himself deeply inside her.
"Jesus, darling." "She moaned. "You are so bloody big."
Hungry to feel and taste her, Billy lifted himself up, nuzzling into her neck while his hands slide round and grasped his mother's breasts.
A squeeze elicited another moan.
No, life could not be better for the lad.
But then the bedroom door opened and his life came crashing down.
"Joanne, you should see what I ... OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!!"
The two of them froze and saw that Aunt Peggy was standing next to the bed with some bags of shopping. Immediately, she dropped them and fled the room.
"Peggy? Oh no!" His mother cried out as she quickly jumped off the boy and scrambled off the bed.
"Mum...?"
"Get dressed and go to back your room." She hissed as she started putting on some clothes.
"But, Mum..." He wanted to be with her when she talked to his aunt and uncle.
"Billy, just do it!"
Billy obeyed and retreated to his room.
As he lay on his bed, he could hear the shouting coming from downstairs.
After what seemed an age, there was a knock on the door. His mother came in. He could see that she had been crying.
"Billy, get your stuff together. We are going home."
Billy got up from his bed and started gathering his things.
"What about Aunt Peggy and Uncle Joe?" He asked.
"Just get your stuff." And she left the room.
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Downstairs, his uncle was helping in packing the car while his aunt stood by the front door.
Once the packing was finished, Billy and his mother went to leave.
"Peggy, I-I'm so sorry. I-I..." His mother started to say.
"What are you so sorry for, Joanne? For having sex with your own son? For doing it under my nose? Or for getting caught for it?"
His mother tried to say something else and he could see that she was trying not to cry.
"Just go, Joanne. Take your 'boyfriend' and go."
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The car journey home was done in silence. Billy tried to speak to his mother but to no avail. He eventually gave up and just before dusk, they arrived at their house in Manchester.
"Could you bring in the cases." His mother asked before walking into the house.
When Billy had finished unpacking the car, he popped his head around the kitchen door to tell her.
"Billy, we need to talk." His mother said matter of factly.
Oh! Oh! He didn't like that tone.
Gingerly, Billy came into the kitchen and sat at the table opposite to his mother.
"You okay, Mum?"
"No, I'm not. Your aunt caught us together and threw us out of her home. We are lucky that she didn't call the police."
"Will she?"
His mother sighed. "No, I don't think she will, thank God."
"Oh."
"But I have just lost one of my best friends."
"I'm sorry, Mum." Billy said, not knowing what else to say.
His mother gave him a smile. "It's my fault too, honey. I am the adult. I am supposed to be the responsible one."
"Mum, I'm 18 years of age. I can vote and I will be going to college next year."
"Don't remind me, baby." His mother sighed.
"I'm sorry about what happened with Aunt Peggy and I wish it didn't happen."
"So do I."
"I-I mean that I wish it didn't happen at Aunt Peggy's. I don't regret us doing it."
"Oh, sweetheart." His mother groaned. "You don't know what you are saying, Billy. What we did was wrong."
"But I love you and before Aunt Peggy caught us, you said that you liked it."
"But it isn't right."
"T-then you don't love me." Billy said.
Gently, his mother took his hands in hers.
"Oh darling, it isn't that. I love you so much." She squeezed his hands. "More than I should."
"Then I don't understand. What are we doing wrong if we love each other? It's not as if Dad is around anymore."
"Billy. Mothers and sons do not do that sort of thing."
"Not even if they love each other and it feels good?"
"Not even if it..." His mother stopped, shaking her head. "I'm not debating this with you, Billy. This is WRONG!" She pulled her hands away. "Why did I ever come to your room last night?"
His mother started to cry.
Billy got up and quickly came round the table. He pulled his mother up and took her into his arms.
"Well I'm glad you did." He held her tightly.
"But it was so wrong. I am your MOTHER. Not a young girl."
Billy brought his mother's chin up so that she was looking directly up at him.
"I don't want a girl from school." He said fiercely. "I want YOU!"
"But Billy." Billy felt her sliding her hand onto his cheek. "You don't know what you are saying. All because your stupid mother couldn't keep her hands off you."
Billy was conscious of her soft mature body pressing into his. Her large breasts against his chest. Her face inches from his own. Those full ruby lips so near him.
His mother looked at him intently.
"God! You are so handsome." She murmured.
"Oh Mum." He whispered and even without thinking, he brought his mouth to cover hers.
For a moment, he felt her stiffen in his arms. Then she was returning his kiss. Her body pressing harder against his, even as her lower half pushed against his sudden projectile coming out of his groin.
Time seemed to stop as the two of them grasped each other tightly, their mouths and tongues duelling ardently. The boy groaned as he tasted his mother's saliva even as her lower body continued to tease his now raging hard on.
Then suddenly it was gone as his mother pulled away from him.
"Oh God! What are we DOING???"
For a moment, she stood in front of the boy. Her mouth open, her lips wet from their kissing. Her eyes locked onto the huge lump in the front of his jeans.
"Oh God." And then she rushed out the kitchen and headed upstairs.
Billy wanted to go after her but instead he went to his own bedroom and to bed.
In the dark, Billy lay in his bed. He had tried speaking to his mother through her bedroom door but she just told him that she would see him in the morning.
Dejected, he stared at the ceiling.
What is happening? He wondered.
He replayed the last 24 hours in his head.
Why did his aunt have to find out?
He thought of his mother's hot lips on his. The feel of her big tits in his hands. Her hand on his stiff cock. And her cunt when he...
Oh fuck!
The boy groaned as he felt his arousal increase. Even now, he could feel his cock aching under the sheets. Impatient to get back into his mother's tight cunt.
A part of him knew that it was wrong to think of her like that. She was his mother after all. But even if he wanted to find a girl of his age, where would he look? His school was an all boys. Yes, he known some girls before they had moved up from London. There was even one girl he liked in particular - Jenny which at one time he thought she was going to let him fuck her. But the move up to Manchester stopped that. The distance between them being just too much.
Besides, his mother didn't like her.
He just could not win.
But even if he could go back to London and see Jenny, it wouldn't do any good. Sure she was pretty but Jenny was just not his mother. Even before all of this, when he did look at girls on the internet, he preferred older women. Especially Christina Hendricks who looked just like his mother.
Again, Billy found himself thinking of his mother's nude body. How pale her skin was. How big her breasts were. The roundness of her arse. The thickness of her smooth thighs. The tightness of her cunt. The taste of her mouth.
His cock jerked, causing him to groan with need.
His thoughts were interrupted as there was a knock on the door.
Mum?
"Can I come in?" She asked.
"S-sure." Billy answered nervously as he switched on his bedside lamp.
He watched her as she came round and sat on the edge of the bed. He noticed that she was wearing the same floral dressing gown that she wore the night she visited him. He found his throat going dry as he noticed how it moulded around her body, causing his penis to thicken even further under the sheets.
Christ, he wanted to fuck her.
"Honey. I am sorry for what happened downstairs." She said as she leaned over him. Billy had to use all his willpower to keep his eyes focused on her face. But he could smell her perfume. His cock throbbed.
"I'm sorry too." He said lamely.
"I don't know what is the matter with me." She sighed. "I knew it was wrong when I kissed you in the kitchen. Like it was wrong what we did in Blackpool."
"Well I liked it." His mother was beginning to frustrate him.
"I know." She smiled. "But that is no excuse. You are still only a boy and I am a grown woman and your mother."