Morning glory
On Sunday morning Ricky woke. For a brief moment he was disoriented and then focused on the fact that he was naked in his mother's bed. Instantly his mind was flooded with images of sex with his mother the night before. Flashes of their passion, her gorgeous, curvy body and their forbidden desire. He looked across and reached out for her, eager to feel her warm, naked body again, but the space was empty. He lifted his head to confirm that she wasn't just out of reach. But he was alone in her bed. He smiled and continued to reminisce. His cock twitched and his hand snaked under the covers to clasp its thickening girth and he began to slowly stroke, feeling it extend and swell in his hand.
He didn't intend to masturbate just then. This was merely a comforting reminder of the pleasure he had experienced in his mum's body. He closed his eyes and pictured her full boobs and the curve of her lovely round ass. Bringing his hand to his face he sniffed and relished the scent of her pussy still on his cock. They had made love repeatedly during the night. Each time he had woken with an erection he snuggled up to her and began a simple routine of foreplay. Kissing her face and neck before dipping to kiss her breasts and suckle her nipples. His hands exploring her body. Each time she had responded sleepily to his eager but in-expert seduction and guided him to touch her gently; to arouse her, make her ready for him. She was as eager as him and each time she welcomed the satisfying penetration of his hard, young cock into her hot pussy. Each bout didn't last long. He rode her with regular, powerful thrusts until he gasped with his climax. Anne didn't orgasm each time. But she relished their intimacy and the excitement of this new bond with her muscular son. She loved the feel of his hard body. The weight of it pressing down on her. The rush of love and her willing submission to him. Her sexual craving for her own son was fresh but not new. She recognised now that that she had denied herself these feelings for some time. The events of yesterday had simply been the spark needed to start this fire of lust. Of course the rueful consequences of what they were doing flashed through her mind, but each time as she hugged him and felt him enter her, possess her, and the jerk of his ejaculation inside her, she dismissed her concerns as tomorrow's problem. Tonight she wanted this. She wanted her son's love, his body, his manhood. She wanted the pleasure he gave her.
Already in one night Ricky had made love to his mother more times than he had in his life with other girls. Of course he wasn't completely inexperienced but he had been all the way with only two girls. One awkward fumble with a girl he met on holiday last summer and a semi regular girl called Martha that he 'got with' (in the language of youth) at a few recent parties. Martha had also given him a couple of blowjobs but now Ricky thought his mother had shown him what a really expert blowjob could be like.
The recollections of the previous night had made him fully erect and he continued stroking his long rigid cock. He could hear his mother's voice approaching and suddenly the bedroom door opened and she came into her bedroom. She was wearing her bath robe and was on the phone. It was obvious she was talking to Auntie Finola. They spoke almost daily. Finola was Anne's late husband's sister and had been hugely supportive to Anne when they had lost him.
Anne continued her call with Auntie Finola who was following up on a conversation they had had the previous evening, trying to persuade Anne to go on a date. Anne teased both Finola and Ricky and asked who with, "He better be good looking and have a great body. I will settle for nothing less." Ricky made a quizzical face and Anne put a finger to her lips to signal him to stay quiet. "Don't be a cheeky cow, my fanny will not heal over. I promise you I have my ways, Fee." At this she pulled back the bed cover to expose Ricky's naked body. She made an exaggerated wide-eyed expression of mock surprise at seeing his erection and repeated her signal to keep silent.
"Never you mind. That's my secret," she continued to joke with Finola that she was capable of tending to her private needs. "For all you know I have a secret lover," she smiled at Ricky, "...I'm not saying. It's my secret... you are a dirty cow, what if it is my plastic friend." At this Anne giggled ecstatically and Ricky could hear his aunt's laughter over the phone too.
"Enough, be serious Fee. Besides I don't think I want to date while Ricky is still at home," she reached over to gently clasp his cock and gave it a slow stroke as she talked, "It wouldn't be fair and I want to give him all my attention while I still have him at home. Before we know it he will be off at university. Then maybe I will go mad ... I'll get a young man who can go all night," she winked at Ricky at this, "... what do you mean? You started this dirty conversation?...Ok ok enough, now...Honestly, I'm fine. Trust me... stop it, now, that's enough dirty talk from you, you are a bad influence on me." She laughed at Finola's reply, which Ricky obviously couldn't hear. Then the subject seemed to change.
"Ricky, oh you know what he's like, still in bed. I'll wake him later as I have things for him to do today." At this Anne gave Ricky's cock a squeeze and stroked a little faster. She was amazed at how hard it felt. She had lost count of the number of times he had made love to her during the night so the virility of his morning erection was impressive. She continued on the phone in response to Finola's question, "He's a very helpful boy." She continued to stroke his long, hard cock. "Yes he is. He mowed the grass yesterday and helped me out with some manly chores," she chuckled as she said this, her hand speeding up on Ricky's cock, "and today I have a lot more things for him to do. He will need his rest so I will leave him for a bit." Anne was grinning at Ricky as she talked to Finola and stroked her son's gorgeous cock. She was enjoying the secret game.
"Anyway, Fee love, I have to go now, I need to finish something before I make breakfast... yes.... Oh you are... well I suppose we... The Boar's Head... yes, if you book, you know what it's like on Sundays... OK then text me... yes, of course, I'll give him your love... see you later...bye love." She hung up and stood up to place the phone on the bedside table. She dropped the robe revealing her naked body.
"God you are impressive. How are you so hard again?"
"It's you, Mum, you inspire me."
"Do I? Well let's see what we can do about this then," she gave a meaningful look at his erection.
Anne knelt on the bed and indicated that Ricky should shuffle over to make room. She knelt astride his thighs and Ricky immediately clasped her ass to draw her up over his cock. "No, Son, I'm not quite ready." As Ricky watched his mother licked her fingers and started to play with herself. She met his eyes as she circled her clit with her right hand and stroked her nipple with her left.
"Oh mum," Ricky was mesmerised.
"Stroke yourself Baby," Anne encouraged him.
For the next few minutes they each pleasured themselves while the other watched. Ricky surveyed her intently while he slowly stroked his now fully erect and swollen cock. He kept complimenting her, telling her how sexy she looked. How she was turning him on so much.
"That's what I want darling. I want to excite you. Make you want me."
"I do mum. I want you. I love you mum."
"I love you too my darling." Anne leaned down to kiss her son. Ricky could smell the warm scent of her freshly showered body and the perfume of her hair conditioner. "Oh Ricky, Baby, I'm ready, I need to have that mighty thing inside me, love, fuck me!" As she shuffled up and sank onto his cock she moaned and kissed him passionately. "Aw fuck honey, you are so big. Jesus, yes, s'so good." She rocked up and down on his stiff cock. Her hands clasped the back of his head and pulled his mouth to hers. They kissed deeply, tongues clashing and drawing each other's lips into their mouths in turn.
Their rhythm increased in pace as they both drew near to orgasm. Anne came first as she ground herself down hard on her son's thick cock. Her pussy contracting in spasms as each shock of her climax shuddered through her body. Her mouth stayed glued to her son's as she groaned in pleasure at her release.
Ricky immediately took up the charge and rammed his cock up into his mother hard and fast. Repeatedly thrusting up with enough force to raise her ass up and down in a jogging rhythm. Frantic for his climax he wrapped his arms around her neck and held her to him in a continuous passionate kiss. The vigour of his thrusts and the deep penetration of his mother sustained her orgasm through multiple aftershocks that made it hard for her to breathe. With her face pressed to his she gasped and struggled for breath as her tears of pleasure soaked his cheeks.
At last he gave one final thrust and gripped his mother's hips, holding her hard against him as his cock erupted inside her, "Aww fuck mum," the words were spoken through a grimace of almost painful pleasure as Ricky's spunk once more filled his mother's welcoming pussy. Anne slumped onto her son in a sweaty embrace as they relished the drowsy afterglow of yet another mutual climax. As she lay over him their heavy breathing slowly subsided as they drifted into a satisfied slumber.
Late to lunch
Sometime later... Anne heard her phone ping. She unwrapped herself from Ricky and rolled off the bed. Checking her phone she saw it was Finola confirming that she had booked a table for lunch at the pub for 12:45 pm. Checking the time she saw it was now 11:20. They had to hurry. Waking Ricky she told him they would be late for the lunch date with Auntie Finola and had to hurry.
"I'm getting in the shower," Anne announced, "You made me all sweaty again."
"Can I come too?" Ricky gave a mischievous grin.
"No way. I need to get ready or we'll be late. I don't need you distracting me with that thing," at this she gently slapped his floppy cock. "You go to the one in the bathroom and I'll get ready in mine. Be ready to leave in half an hour," she instructed.
"I'll be ready. I bet you won't," Ricky teased as he shuffled out of his mother's bed and headed out.
As Anne walked to her en suite she felt a dribble of spunk ooze from her pussy and trickle down her thigh. She cupped her pussy with her hand and scurried to the bathroom, 'such a messy boy she thought, smiling to herself.'
Ricky was correct, his mother took nearly an hour to get ready. He was waiting in the living room as she entered. He was taken aback. She looked amazing. Seeing his surprise she was delighted and gave a little spin to show off. Ricky surveyed her figure-hugging light-blue denim jeans that showed off her lovely bum. Her feet were clad in white Nikes with pink laces and a pink swoosh symbol on the side. There was just a hint of her pink liner socks showing above the shoes. She wore a fitted white t-shirt with a deep V-neck under a loose hanging pink blouse. She had fixed her hair and make-up to perfection and looked stunning.
"Jesus Mum, you look amazing."
"Thank you honey, but all this," she gestured to herself with a flourish of both hands, " has made us really late. Finola will be angry if she has to wait long for us so you can drive us there and we can leave the car if we have a couple of drinks." She tossed him the car keys and they hurried out.
Twenty-five minutes later they had arrived and Anne rushed in to meet Finola as Ricky parked and followed her in. When he joined them Anne was apologising for keeping Finola waiting, but she was in a happy mood and had bought the first round of drinks. Finola complimented Anne, "You look amazing, Babe. You should definitely let me fix you up," she said in an aside to Anne.
"Thank you, but forget it. I told you already. I'll wait," she glanced at Ricky who either hadn't heard or was most likely pretending not to. "Anyway you look great too Fee."
Anne thought Finola always looked good. Whereas Anne worried that her short, curvy figure made her look dumpy, she thought Finola was tall and elegant. She wore skinny jeans with strappy shoes and a tailored jacket over a black low-cut t-shirt. Although not as full figured as Anne, Finola still had a lovely cleavage which she was happy to show-off when she wanted.
They chatted and ordered food and enjoyed their typical family chat and banter and time passed quickly. They ordered more drinks but Ricky declined a beer saying he would drive later. So Finola and Anne shared a bottle of wine. Their inhibitions fading as they drank. Finola quizzed Ricky about girlfriends, "Your mum says you have a girlfriend?"
"No, not really." Ricky was blushing.
"What does that mean, I suppose you are playing the field. Handsome boy like you will have all the girls chasing you," Finola teased him. "If you ever want any advice and you are too scared to talk to your old mum, your auntie Fee is here to help."
