Mum Cleans

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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Dave, my husband was in the craft room working on the latest stamps for his collection, a dealer had sent some to him for approval or return, the dealer knew what Dave collected and had a copy of his wish list. It meant nothing to me, it kept him happy and oftentimes from under my feet.

It was a Monday, on Mondays I usually went around to Joshua's place. Joshua is our son; he lives in a small podium house near the centre of town and he is rubbish at keeping the place clean. Downstairs is a living room and kitchen, upstairs a balcony bedroom and a bathroom with shower, loo and wash basin. I just hope to God that whoever he ends up with is better at housekeeping than he is. So I go round on a Monday, whilst he is at work and I clean. I take his laundry, and every other week I change his bed and take his bedding hone for washing. Today was bed day, I had his clean laundry in my car ready to utilise after I had cleaned, and I had determined that today I would do a deep clean.

I pulled up into his parking space and headed across to his door, opening it, I then ferried his laundry, bedding and the cleaning materials I would need, before I shut his front door again. I looked in the kitchen first, dirty pots and plates and bowls everywhere, simply discarded after use, not even put in the sink. I ran a sink full of hot water, added dish detergent and a little bleach, and then slowly added all the dirty plates and bowls to soak. The pans I filled with hot soapy and bleachy water and left to soak on the side. I would come back to that later.

I went up to his room and pulled the quilt off his bed ready to strip it and had the shock of my life. Joshua was laying naked and asleep. I shook him by the shoulder.

"What, what?" He mumbled.

I ignored his indecency and shook him again.

"Joshua, what are you doing here, you are supposed to be at work, why are you in bed asleep?"

"What? Mum, what?"

"Get up Joshua, I need to change your bedding, it's Monday, why are you still in bed?"

"Oh fuck mum, it's my day off, I forgot you were coming, okay, Jeez, give me a minute."

"Right, I am going down to do the washing up, you can get up and dressed whilst I am gone. Your mother does not need to see your dick, now get lively."

I turned and let his room and went downstairs and carried on in the kitchen. I washed all his plates and bowls and then drained the sink. I poured the now cool water away that was in his pans and then refilled the sink with hot soapy water and put them into soak again whilst I dried and put away his plates.

Some of the pans needed a real scrub to get them clean, I really wished he would put them into soak when he used them, at least it would make my life easier. As I scrubbed my mind went back to what I had seen in the bedroom, my son's dick, my sons hard dick. Morning glory I think it is referred to. I had, of course, seen his dick over the years when he lived at home, but never had I seen it hard, it reminded me of his father's dick, very similar.

Not, sadly, that I had seen much of his father's dick recently, he seemed to have gone of sex, it had been several weeks since we last shagged, and that wasn't the event it used to be. No, that had been just a shove it in, grunt and roll over, leaving me to have to use my fingers to finish the job. It used to be very different, we would kiss and fondle, his fingers would be in me, mine would be on him, and sex would last over an hour leaving us both soaking and exhausted and sleeping in each other's arms.

I shook my head to get rid of the images of Joshua's dick and my memories of Dave shagging me enthusiastically. Back to scrubbing the pans until they were clean, that helped exorcise the images of my mind and the feelings in my groin.

Joshua ambled in, a tea shirt and shorts, tight shorts that didn't really conceal much, he didn't seem to have gone down so to speak. Goodness, I needed to concentrate, get those images out of my head.

"Right Josh, whilst you have your breakfast, I will go up and do your room. There will be a draught as I need to get your windows open, it is a bit fusty up their."

"Okay Mum," he said as he dragged a bowl from the cupboard, a bowl I had just washed and dried.

I went up to his room and opened his bedroom windows, hopefully some fresh air would help make the room smell a little better. What is it with boy's rooms, why do they always have that odd odour? When he lived at home his room smelled the same.

I pulled the pillow cases off the pillows, and then the sheet from the bed and wrangled the quilt out of its cover. That pile of dirty bedding went on the landing to wait for me to take home. I stretched his clean bottom sheet over the mattress and clean pillow case on his pillows, and then the task of getting his quilt into its cover. Always a chore, and no amount of 'easy' methods I found online seemed to be easy for me.

Right, bed done. I then started going around his room picking up his dirty clothes, the crusty smelly sock from the side of his bed, boys, the dirty underpants and shirts and some shorts and joggers that needed a clean, probably all needed to go on a boil wash, I certainly didn't want to handle them any more than I had to. I gathered all the washing and took it downstairs ready to put in the car. I picked up the bag of his clean laundry and took it up to his room to put away, his drawers were a mess and as I do every week, I tidied each drawer, folding his cloths and adding the newly laundered clothes. I usually put the clothes that had already been there at the top of the piles in each drawer, that way his clothes would get worn evenly. And then it occurred to me, perhaps that was why his drawers were always a mess, there were only some clothes that he liked to wear, and I always put them at the bottom when i laundered and returned them. I decided that I wouldn't rearrange his clothes next week, I would just tidy and then add the freshly laundered clothes to the top, and then a week after that I would have an idea.

I needed the loo and so went into his bathroom, pulled my dress up around my waist, my knickers down and sat. Goodness, I hadn't realised how much I had needed it, and just as I started Joshua burst in, and once you start it is difficult to stop.

"Joshua! I am on the loo."

"Gotta go Mum, can't hold it." And he pulled his shorts down and grabbed his dick and just aimed between my legs. I remembered how I used to play with his Dad's dick in our early days, trying to write my name in the snow as I aimed his stream, feeling his wee as it squirted through his dick, but that was years ago, now I was older and those kind of things were long behind me.

Joshua had pulled his foreskin back and his stream shot out of the end and splashed against me, hitting my clitoris giving me the same shivers I got when I was in the shower. No, please, no, I didn't want that, but my body ignored me. My pressures grew and I was biting my lips, holding the toilet seat and squeezing hard trying to stop the feelings as his stream drove me wilder and hotter, my breath caught in my chest, I failed. It was all I could do to not scream as an orgasm erupted through me.

I managed to just whimper as my electrics shot through me, my fanny spasming and gasping, the tensions inside causing a little pain as my bladder was still emptying. I gasped, I couldn't help it, and then relaxed back on to the loo seat.

Joshua's stream eventually stopped and he moved his foreskin up and down, getting rid of the last drops, he shook his dick and then pulled his shorts back up and turned to the sink and washed his hands before turning and looking down at my exposed fanny, my dress bunched up about my waist.

"Get out Josh, that was out of order."

"I had to go," he simply said, turned and left the bathroom, door wide open, and I heard him go and rummage in his room.

I was gasping still, my chest heaving. The last think I had expected was to orgasm at my son's house and I was almost dying with mortification, how could he do that to me, was it some game he was playing? Why couldn't he have waited or even used the hand basin? I could have bleached it clean after, but no, he had to piss between my legs, splashing me, covering me. Apart from the embarrassment, I would now have to wash, his wee had pretty much splashed all over my groin. I got up and flushed the loo after putting the lid down and put the plug in the sink and filled it with warm water. I undid my dress and pulled my dress off over my head folded it onto the loo seat so it wouldn't get wet. I stepped out of my knickers and stood wearing only my bra at the sink and washed. My mind was full of the images of Joshua's dick, how hard it had been this morning, how it didn't look much softer as he peed on me, his hand moving his foreskin up and down to get the last drops, how purple his glans looked and how large his rim was.

My memories of Dave resurfaced, how I would stand behind him in the woods and reach around him to hold his dick as he peed, seeing how high up the tree I could get it to reach. My fanny was feeling sensitive as I washed, my clitoris was throbbing and my breath was still halting. I was furious but also aroused, Joshua's dick looked so much like his father's it reminded me so much of what I was missing. I determined to go home and shag Dave stupid, I needed it, Dave would have no chance, I would ride him into the sunset, or at least until the takeaway was delivered.

I dried myself, pulled my knickers up and reached for my dress and caught a glimpse of Josh in the doorway, which, my error, I hadn't shut. Well, he would only have seen my bum, I was facing away from him, but then he had stared down at my fanny after he had finished earlier. I had nothing to hide it seemed.

I went back downstairs and tidied his lounge, picking up discarded crisp wrappers and chocolate wrappers, putting them in the kitchen bin, which was, unsurprisingly overflowing. I took the bin out front and emptied it into his wheelie bin, and then back in the kitchen I added a liner. Why Joshua could not add a liner was beyond me, it was such a simple thing to do. I cussed him under my breath, I was still a bit mad with him, he had crossed a line. Next I took his laundry out to the car and then came back in and washed my hands.

"Right Josh, lunch, what have you got in?"

"There's soup in the cupboard and I think some bread left, we could have that."

I looked in the cupboard, yes a tin of Oxtail soup. I took that and poured it into a pan and put it on the hob to heat up. The bread was okay, at least I couldn't see any mould, I blasted it for twenty seconds in the microwave to freshen it a little. I stirred the soup to stop it catching and tore the bread into chunks and added some butter.

"Lunch," I called and shared the soup between two bowls and put them on the table, the bread on a single sharing plate between. Spoons from his drawer and all was ready as he ambled into the kitchen and sat at the table.

"Thanks Mum," he said as he took a spoonful of Oxtail. I sat and took some of my own. It was okay, but had that underlaying flavour of tin, I preferred fresh soups, but they don't have the shelf life of tinned soup which can sit in a cupboard for over a year and still be fine, fresh soup lasts about a week at best.

Soups finished I sat and leant back in my chair. I had finished the cleaning and normally I would have gone home for lunch, Dave would have to cater for himself today, I had sent him a message saying to get his own lunch as I was delayed.

"You have an absolutely fabulous fanny mum." Josh said out of the blue. I would have spluttered soup all over the place if I hadn't already finished.

"What did you say?" I managed.

"Your fanny Mum, it looks absolutely fab."

"You should not be thinking that about me, and you certainly should not be saying it, and you most certainly should not have seen it."

"But I did see it and I can't stop thinking about it. I love how you have shaved your hairs so I can see your fanny properly," he went on, me surely going redder in the face.

"I love how your inner bits stick out, and how plump and fat your fanny flaps are, it is so so sexy Mum."

"You absolutely should not be seeing my fanny as sexy, it is not for you." I was struggling with what to say.

"It makes me so hard just thinking about it Mum, I just want it to surround my dick, to feel your fanny around me, your heat, on my dick, Are you wet Mum, are you, because I am so hard just now."

"Joshua just stop it, you should not be thinking such things, I am your mother not your sex toy, find yourself a girlfriend, stop thinking about me."

"I had a girl on Saturday Mum, she was just so ordinary, her fanny was tiny, no bits showing, when I woke up yesterday morning I could hardly remember anything about her, she was an unremarkable fuck."

"Joshua that is a disgusting thing to say."

"But it's true Mum, all I can think of is your fanny, how it looks, how it would feel with my dick hard inside you, I bet your fanny would grip me hard as if I were fucking your arse, God, Mum, and your arse, I so need to fuck that too, to make you gape, to make my spunk drip from you, to make you scream your orgasm, not a muted whimper like earlier."

He had realised then, I had hoped I had hidden it from him. I knew his language was crude but as I moved in the seat I could tell he was having an effect, my lips slid easily across each other, I was wet, blast him.

"Stop it Joshua, it is inappropriate." I said, he simply stood up, a huge bulge pushing his shorts forward, no doubting his arousal, his totally inappropriate arousal. I stood, I was going to leave, he could wank into his sock, I was going home.

He took my arm and pushed me through to his stairs and pressed my back to make me go up. "Upstairs Mum, I need you."

I knew I should have protested, I knew I should have pushed passed him and just gone home, but my legs climbed his stairs and I was in his bedroom. I felt his hands on my back and he unzipped my dress and then unclipped my bra, a shiver went down my body and it wasn't the draught from his window.

He pulled my dress down and pushed my bra off, my boobs sagging, I am no longer a spring chicken, they sag. He turned me round and stared at my nipples, a smile on his face as he pushed me backwards. I fell onto his bed and he gripped my knickers at the waist band and pulled them down, I was totally naked laying on his bed totally unable to respond. He pulled his tea shirt off and then pushed his shorts down, his dick spring forward pointing up, hard and ready.

He pushed my shoulders back onto the bed and his head buried itself between my legs and his tongue pushed between my labia, the feeling of them sliding across his rough tongue was erotic and reminded me of times long ago. I gasped as his tongue briefly found my clitoris, and I gasped again as his fingers pressed at my entrance and went through my opening, fingering me, fingering me like a boyfriend when I was in my teens, such an old sensation.

His tongue was licking my labia, curling them around him as he moved up and down my valley, his fingers opening and closing inside me, strange things happening internally that I had no control over, widening, closing, pumping, stretching, all sensations that I had long forgotten.

His fingers eased from my fanny and slid along my perineum and under me, pushing at my arse, God, no, not there, unrelenting he pushed and I felt a pop and the oddness of something going in where usually things only come out. It wasn't unpleasant.

His finger left me and returned to my fanny, sliding in and out, finger fucking me as his tongue dabbed and pressed at my clitoris, my breath halting, gasping, sighing, but not speaking, not stopping him, I couldn't.

My pressures were mounting, higher than when I had been sat on the loo earlier, my pleasures were maxing and my electrics were fizzing, my groin was popping. I could feel my orgasm approaching, threatening to take me, to make me scream, I had no control, I could not stop my body reacting, the pleasures were too great, I knew it was wrong and that added to the internal feelings.

Josh pulled away, my fanny feeling suddenly cool as his head moved away. He moved up my body, covering me, his dick nudging between my legs. His hand reached down and took hold of his dick. He wiped it along my valley, my labia curling around it, embracing it, welcoming it, inviting it. He pressed it at my entrance and then with a press of his hips he was past my opening and in me, his foreskin rolling back and uncovering his glans, his rim scraping my fanny walls, my mouth open as if in shock.

"Yes," he gasped as his dick reached my depth, he felt like his father, he was following his father into my body and I had no power to stop him, I curled my legs around his buttocks, my orgasm so near to erupting, I needed to at least hold that back if I could. He pulled back and began to empty my fanny, the void he left feeling horrible and then he slammed in, a gurgle as his dick slid through my wetness, a slap as his pubis crashed against my mons, a loud shriek from me as he filled me once more.

My buttocks clenched beneath me, my hands gripped his shoulders and my heels pushed him back on his every out stroke. I was gasping in time with his thrusts, I could feel his hardness sliding inside my body, I could feel the pressure when he bottomed out at the depth of my fanny, his rim was scraping me, as if it were trying to smooth out my bumps and ripples, I cared not, I was being shagged and as wrong as it was, I was loving it.

"Faster," I gasped as he pressed inside me, his dick electrifying my body with its movements, my electrics were causing my fanny to spasm, my buttocks pinching, my anus puckering, my whole body felt alive as if the sex had rejuvenated me.

Josh grunted loudly and pressed hard into me, his pubis painful against my mons and I felt his spurts, two, three, no, four, filling me, flooding me, so much it felt as if it were squirting out. My orgasm erupted, my fanny clamping, spasming, twinges inside as electrics coursed through me, my nipples pinching, my toes curling, I was lost, my breath escaping in a scream. He stopped moving and lay on me, his weight mostly on his elbows, but still he squashed my boobs. I was expecting his dick to soften and slip out of me, the one feeling I hate, but no, he felt still hard inside.

He eased out and flipped me onto my front and pulled me to my knees. I felt his hands spread my buttocks and his dick press at my sphincter. I resisted, it was not natural, but still he pushed, incessant, the pressure unrelenting and my body gave way and his dick pushed inside, painfully so, I gulped and tried to relax as his dick went deeper and deeper into no man's land, no one had ever been there.

The pain had gone, I now had the feeling of a stretched bum, with nothing in terms of feelings inside. I could feel him as he fucked my arse, his dick sliding past my sphincter but nothing else. I guess women are made differently than men, I got little pleasure from his action. I could feel him slapping against my buttocks, and oddly I was gasping when he pressed in, was that an auto response I wondered.

The slapping got louder and more frequent, I was rocking back and forth as he slapped into me and then he did something unexpected, he pulled out of my arse and pressed into my fanny again, straight in, that is how wet I still was. I gasped with pleasure, this was more to my liking. I could once more feel him as he moved inside me, his dick sliding across my bumps, his rim scraping me, feedback, unlike my arse which was a pretty much dead zone once he was inside.