Mothers' Ticle Piss Fuc

My name is Mike and I am just coming up to my 21st birthday.

Dad had been gone for a couple of years now.

He'd run off with his secretary and we had seen hardly anything of him since.

My Mum, Debbie, was 45 now and still very attractive. Brunette, about 5'8" with endless legs and an hourglass figure.

Trouble is, since Dad left, she had lost her self confidence and just didn't beleive she was attractive. She had virtually stopped socialising with anyone.

We were indoors one evening when Mother said,

"Mike, how do you fancy a free holiday for your 21st?

My friend has offered me her villa in Spain for a month. I can't go on my own, but you could come, bring your girlfriend and be a bit of company for me.

You could do your own thing, its a lovely villa with a pool and air conditioning. Its not peak season, so its warm enough to sunbathe but not too hot."

"Er wow Mum, I dont know? Its a bit out of the blue.

A month?

That's a long time."

"Oh please, I need a break and i'll pay for your flights. You don't start your job for another two months."

"Mum, I know you need a break and its really nice of you.

I dont know though, I mean i'll have to ask Angie if she's up for it and take it from there."

"OK, but dont take too long, I've got to let her know as soon as possible."

The more I thought about it, the more I warmed to the idea. My girl loved sunbathing and this could be a good chance to impress her.

I soon sold the idea to her, but she couldnt come for the whole month.

I spoke to Mum the very next day.

"OK, its a yes, but Angie can only come for two weeks."

"Oh that's a shame.

How about you Mike, would you stay on and be a bit of company for your old Mum?

We never get to spend much time together now you're getting all grown up."

"OK,so long as Angie is OK travelling back on her own."

"Brilliant, I'll book the flights for next week."

We are now settling in to our holiday villa. Set in the hills overlooking town, it is very secluded and private with a fabulous pool and terrace.

Angie is same age as me, very slim and pert with long blonde straight hair. She's very body confident and couldn't wait to get sunbathing.

We got ourselves established around the pool with sun beds and cold beers.

Angie was wearing her micro bikini which wasn't leaving much to the imagination, but she was very keen on getting an all over tan.

Mother was wearing a much more demure one piece in white, but it really suited her curvy figure.

Me? Just my regular swim shorts.

Angie was constantly moving the strings to her costume. Fiddling around, determined not to get any strap marks.

My job was to liberally apply sun tan oil to her lithe body to prevent burning.

Angie in turn would apply oil to me and to Mums back.

I confess to a bit of eroticism here as I watched the contrasting pair together, with Angie gently massaging oil in to mothers back and legs.

Not too much though, I dare not risk getting a visible boner in my shorts!

I rolled on to my front to be on the safe side.

Later that evening, we retired to the air conditioned comfort of the villa and enjoyed some relaxing glasses of wine.

Both ladies changed in to some cool evening wear.

Angie was her normal classy self in a loose pale shift dress.

Mother had opted for a skirt and a tightish white blouse. With her glasses on,she almost looked like a fantasy secretary.

I couldn't help but noticing the two points on her chest. Mother was bra less. I didnt recall ever seeing like this. Her ample rounded orbs were pressed against the white cotton. The cool air conditioning was having a delightful effect on her nipples. It looked like two bullets trying to escape. I really wanted to stare but it would have been too obvious. I had to make do with surreptitious glances all evening.

The conversation then turned to tomorrow.

"Debbie, would you mind if I sunbathed topless tomorrow, I am so fed up with moving straps to avoid marks?" asked Angie.

"No problem at all, I'm no prude and I'm sure Rob won't". She laughed, "I won't be joining you though. Way too old for that sort of thing."

I felt a pang of disappointment, even though I knew the thought was wrong.

Later that night we retired to our rooms.

I was feeling horny and started to make my moves on Angie.

At this point I should tell you about Angie.

She was very attractive.

Slim, small but pert tits and a very neat and tidy shaved pussy. She knew how to dress well too.

She had a good career, training as a solicitor.

All in all, the sort of girl that made other guys jealous.

So why wasn't I happy?

When it came to sex, she always obliged, but that pretty well sums it up.

She wouldn't try anything kinky, play games or even wear racy underwear. She was just obsessed with looking perfect and sex seemed to get in the way of that, but she knew it needed to be done.

That night was no different to any other. We had sex, she made noises in the right places, I came and then she jumped in the shower to cleanse herself.

As we lay there after drifting off, I found myself having fantasy thoughts about my own mother and in particular her rounded pointy breasts. In no time at all I had another raging boner.

I had to purge these thoughts from my mind, lay on my front and try to get to sleep.

The next day, we were around the pool again.

This time Angie was topless and Mother was in a white one piece.

The girls did their suncream routine. I did Angies back and Angie did Mothers.

Once again, the sight of topless Angie gently massaging suncream in to Mother was too much for me. I had to lie on my front and feign interest in my book.

After a while it was time to cool off in the pool. I'm not a great swimmer, so I had a splash around and resumed my position on the lounger. The two girls were strong swimmers and spent at least twenty minutes doing competitive lengths of the pool.

I watched as they emerged from the pool.

Angie first, the cold water had negligible effect on her nipples, they remained stubbornly flat as ever. The only thing that produced any twitches from my cock was the clearly defined camel toe as her wet, white thong pressed against her neat, smooth pussy.

Mother followed. Her chest was heaving for breath from the exertion of the swimming and as she emerged, her breasts were pressed firmly against the wet white swimsuit.

Her nipples were magnificent, putting last nights display to shame. But my eyes were also drawn to the large bulge in the crotch of her costume. I'd never seen anything like it. Once again I had to drag my eyes away and roll on to my front before they noticed.

The week drifted by in similar daily fashion, and most nights I had sex with my oh so lovely girlfriend, but I found myself fantasising more and more about my own Mother with her amazing nipples and bulging crotch.

With a couple of days to go Angie asked Mother,

"Can I be daring and remove my cossie bottom for the last couple of days to get a true all over tan?"

Mother laughed. "Of course, I told you I'm no prude, and with a body like yours, I don't blame you."

This time, the effect of naked girlfriend and Mother rubbing oil in to each other was too much! I had to jump in the pool and hope that the cold water would diminish my erection.

At the end of the week, I dropped Angie to the Airport and we said our goodbyes.

"You behave yourself. No going in to town chatting to girls!"

"Angie, honestly, I'm here to keep Mother company, I won't be going anywhere."

"That's good then!" as she kissed me and ran off to her flight.

When I got back, it was early evening. Mother greeted me with a nice surprise.

"As it's just the two of us tonight Mike, I've booked us a table in town. My way of thanking you for spending time with me."

"Okay, sounds good to me."

It was quite chilly in the evenings, so I changed in to some chinos and a light jacket.

Mother had changed in to a two piece skirt suit and black blouse teamed with 4" patent heels.

"Wow! You look fabulous Mother."

"Oh Mike, thank you so much. It's been so long since anyone complimented me like that. What a lovely son you are."

"Honestly, if you weren't my Mum, I'd be happy to take you out. I love the way you dress."

"Stop it now Mike, you're making me blush."

We walked the short distance to the restaurant.

Mother tottering along in her heels, her arm linked in mine, her divine perfume wafting across to me. I found myself wishing I could find a woman like her.

We sat at our table. Mother removed her jacket.

Her blouse was sheer black and I could clearly see her low cut black bra pushing her breasts up. It was all I could do to tear my eyes away.

We had a lovely meal and the wine was flowing. Mother was getting more relaxed and chatting away.

"Your Angie has an amazing body, you are such a lucky boy. It's no wonder she likes to get her clothes off in the sun."

"You could have joined her if you'd wanted to Mother."

"Oh no, I'm too old and too embarrassed for that. Although I must admit, I would like to get a better tan. My body is not in the same league as Angies."

"Don't be silly, no need to be embarrassed. I'm your son after all, so there's no harm and in any case, I think you have a lovely body."

As I ham fistedly glanced down at her chest, it seemed miraculous that those wonderful nipples hadn't made an appearance over the top of her bra.

I could just make out the edge of her areolae appearing.

"Really? Are you sure? Perhaps I could try some topless bathing tomorrow if you mean it."

I could feel my cock straining against my trousers at the thought of Mothers' chest unleashed.

As we lingered a while longer, Mothers' wrap around skirt had fallen open.

I quickly checked her legs out before she recovered it. She had stockings and suspenders on! I couldn't believe it. Mother was turning in to my fantasy woman.

As we made our way home, Mother stopped in the quiet street.

"Mike, I've drunk too much. I need a pee. I won't make it back. Keep your eyes open, tell me if anyone is coming and don't look!"

She crouched down in a gateway, skirt around her waist and panties pulled to one side.

"I said don't look!"

I looked away.

My cock was rock hard. I'd always wanted to watch a girl pee but I had to look away.

I heard her pee splashing on to the floor and her sigh of relief.

I saw a man approaching from the other direction and made an instant decision not to say anything.

As he got nearer Mother squealed.

I looked around, she had leapt up, still peeing. She tried to make herself decent but was given away by her soaked stockings and shoes.

The man looked pleasurably surprised and walked on by.

"Mike! I told you to keep an eye out. What happened?"

"I was looking in the other direction." I lied.

When we arrived home, Mother was drunk and flustered.

I went to my room.

No sooner had I closed the door when Mother ran through in just her heels and under wear. If my long lasting boner had waned, it jumped straight back to attention. She still had her soaking stockings on and one glorious nipple had escaped. Peeping over the top of her bra.

"I didn't get to finish and the door to my en-suite has jammed. I'm still bursting!"

She ran through, kicked the door open and sat and pissed.

I so wanted to watch but thought I would be pushing my luck too far. I had to make do with her gasps of relief and the sound of her piss on porcelain.

Mother tottered back to her room. The errant nipple now secured away. I still enjoyed the spectacle though.

As I lay in bed, I had a long leisurely wank recalling the evening.

I found myself particularly aroused at the thought of her being caught peeing by a stranger. I exploded in a cum geyser at that point.

Next morning, I was awake first. I lay on a sun longer by the pool in my swim shorts.

After a while, I heard mother approaching.

To my amazement, she had her underwear on!

"I don't have any bikinis, and seeing as it's just us, I didn't think you would mind my undies so that I can get a better tan?"

"Er no, of course not." I stammered.

Far from it, the sight of Mother in semi transparent black panties and push up bra had an instant effect on me. Once again, I rolled on to my front.

"Would you like me to cream your back?" Mother asked.

"Sure, that would be good."

Mother gently rubbed sun cream in to my back and legs, carefully ensuring everywhere was covered. Her slender fingers and the occasional scratch from her long nails, felt really relaxing and sensual. Somehow, much more so than when Angie had been doing it. Particularly when she slid her fingers under the edges of my shorts to ensure good coverage.

Once done, she returned to her own sun bed.

"Mike, could you return the favour please? I can feel my back getting hot now."

"Erm, yeah, sure."

I waited until Mother was face down and relaxed, so that she wouldn't see my erect cock straining to escape my shorts.

I gently massaged her all over, probably paying just a little too much attention to her inner thighs and risking the occasional finger sliding under her pantie legs.

Mother moaned softly during her oiling, "Oh my. You are soooo good at that Mike. Really relaxing for me."

She then reached around and un clipped her bra.

"That's better, just go over that bit again so I don't get any strap marks."

Oh my god, this can't get much better I thought as my fingers just glanced along the side of her hidden breasts. Mother moaned gently again and wriggled on her sun bed.

Once done, I quickly hopped back on to my bed, face down as ever. I had a large damp patch to contend with as well as a boner now.

I glanced across to see Mother now oiling her front, including her magnificent breasts as she let her bra drop down.

"Don't mind do you Mike? You said last night, I should try topless.

I wouldn't have the nerve in public, but seeing as it's just us."

I looked across at her. Seeing her rounded, full pale orbs in all their glory for the first time.

"No Mother, as you say, no worries here."

With that, she slipped in to the pool.

When she emerged, I looked over again.

This time I couldn't tear my gaze away. The cold water left droplets all over her oiled body.

The nipples I had dreamt of were even better than my wildest imagination. Dark brown, wrinkled hard acorns in the middle of pale brown areolas.

I genuinely had never seen such pert nipples, even in magazines.

Down further, her soaking panties were revealing a substantial clump of pubic hair. That explained the pantie bulge, I thought.

"Oh Mike, what are you staring at? I'm embarrassed now. You're thinking awful things about your old Mothers body compared to Angela's. I'll cover back up."

"No, not all" I stammered. "Quite the opposite, please take it as a compliment. You look truly wonderful. I'm sorry for staring, but you really are so beautiful Mother."

She looked stunned.

"Really? But I'm so fat and old compared to Angela. Do you really mean that or are you just trying to keep Mother happy?"

"I really mean it Mother." I said slowly, "It just feels very awkward saying it because you're my Mum!"

Fortunately, my hard on was subsiding with this confrontation, but I noticed Mother looking at my damp patch.

She didn't mention it though.

"Oh Mike, that's so sweet. You have no idea how good that makes your Mother feel."

Mother fetched a bottle of sparkling wine and a couple of glasses.

"Let's relax whilst reading our books Mike."

I sipped at my wine for a while.

Before I knew it, Mother was fetching another bottle.

She had polished off the other one with a vengeance.

"Mike, did you think Angie looked great in her tiny thong?" Mother asked, sounding a bit tipsy.

"Well, yes, of course. It just left enough to the imagination."

"Hmmm, I didn't really mean that. I meant, she is so neat and tidy. No sign of any pubes anywhere. How does she get it so neat, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Well I'm sure she won't mind me sharing. She normally uses a depilatory cream, but sometimes she will let me shave her, in order to do a really good job."

"Aaaah, ok that's interesting."

"How do you mean, interesting?"

"Well I've bought some thong underwear that I thought I could sunbathe in, but I'm far too hairy. They are smaller than I realised. I can trim around the edges, but I am way too shortsighted to do much more."

She peered over the top of her glasses as if to emphasise the point.

The wine was certainly going to Mothers head, I couldn't believe this uninhibited conversation. I didn't really know what to say.

"Ohh," was about all I could manage.

After a few more minutes, Mother spoke again.

"Mike, as we are on our own and no one would know, would you do mine? This wine is making me so chilled and there's not really any harm is there?"

"Oh er wow Mum, that's a big ask! I'd definitely be up for it if you are sure? It's very intimate."

"As long as it stays between us Mike, it will be fine."

My mind was racing like crazy. I needed to get a move on before she sobered up! I had no idea this holiday was going to take a direction like this. My stomach was knotted with excitement like I'd never known before.

I went in to the apartment to get my shaving gear and a bowl of warm water. I was going to make the most of this fantasy time.

I went back out and positioned myself alongside Mothers bed.

"Well, we need to get these off." I said, tugging gently on her panties.

Mother arched her back. Stomach in the air.

I reached down. My hands were shaking as I gently slid her still damp panties down her lovely long legs.

I stroked the top of her thighs as I prepared myself.

"I'm going to need a cushion under here."

She arched her back once again and I slipped a cushion under her bum to position for better access. Her legs were now spread. One leg either side of sun bed.

She was still sipping on wine. I was far too excited for that.

I could now see what caused that wonderful bulge in her panties.

She had a mass of thick, dark pubes, totally obscuring her pussy.

It was indeed trimmed to a triangle, but this was jungle thick. I was only used to shaving Angies wispy pubes.

I trimmed the bulk away with scissors.

"Be careful down there." she murmured.

I could soon see why. Peeping through the trimmed bush were magnificent plump labia.

I carefully splashed warm water on and set about the stubble with my razor.

The more I removed, the more excited and astounded I became.

Her pussy lips were meaty and swollen.

I plucked up the courage to hold them to one side so that I could shave in real close. Mother gasped at my touch, but didn't complain.

I repeated the other side and then beneath her pussy towards her crinkled ass hole.

I gently wiped away the remaining foam with the corner of the towel. There were still some stray hairs left. I repeated the whole procedure, more carefully now.

This time when I dried, I carefully splayed her lips. I bent over and gently blew on her freshly exposed pussy as if to cool it.

Mother shuddered at this.

Then with the corner of the towel once again, I pulled the hood back from her clitoris and dabbed around the base as if to dry it.

She gasped loudly.

Her clitoris was on the same scale as her nipples. Large and firm. It pulsed as I exposed it.

I took a long look at this.

Her pussy lips, splayed, shining and moist in the sun, topped by her exposed glowing, pulsing clitoris.

"Wow Mother, I have never seen anything so beautiful and amazing. You truly are a stunning woman."

"Oh Mike" Mother murmured, "I am so relaxed and stimulated by your gentle touch. I can feel your love in every stroke. But, drunk as I am, we must be careful. You are my son after all.