All people having sexual activity in this story are eighteen and over.
Foreword.
This is the story of a mother and son getting to know each other. Barry, the son, is eighteen and just been accepted for university to study accountancy. His mother, Babs, is thirty-seven. Babs got pregnant after a one night stand when she was eighteen. Her parents weren't happy. Her father was a property developer. In the early sixties there were massive cuts to the railways. Her father took full advantage of this. He bought so much land cheaply beside the now defunct stations and developed them fully. He was soon a multimillionaire.
Babs's mum was forty-eight when she had Babs. Her father was sixty-two. The both of them had been brought up in a different world from Babs. They had grown up in the forties, fifties and sixties. Mum had once told me that her mother had been so proud that they had the first colour television in the elegant avenue they lived in the city.
Grandpa died when I was ten. That was a big thing for gran and mum. After mum had me she studied accountancy. She kept herself to herself. None of her friends at university knew she had a child. She was the top student when she graduated. She had worked with grandpa for years. When she graduated she took over the running of the business.
Grandpa had done a housing development at the coast. A thirty minute drive from our house in the city. I loved the beautiful bungalow at the coast. It had a gorgeous lounge with magnificent sea views. The master bedroom was the largest. Mum's bedroom had only a single bed. In my early years I slept in it with her. When I was twelve I got a bedroom to myself. I felt I was growing up.
Throughout my teens we all spend a lot of time at the bungalow at the weekend. Gran had lived alone there for several years after grandpa died. She was getting older now and stayed with us where ever we were staying.
Gran would go to bed early. When she was in bed mum would have a glass of wine. She never drank when mum was around. Mum was a wonderful woman. She was highly intelligent. She was tall, good looking with a voluptuous body. When I checked her bra in the laundry basket she was an E cup. She had an amazing sense of responsibility. She chose her words carefully. I admired how sophisticated she was.
Present Day.
When I turned eighteen mum took me out for dinner. Gran didn't come with us as she wasn't feeling well. I wish she had as two days later she was dead. Mum and I had a great night. She'd bought me a car and given me a credit card. I was feeling like a real adult now.
Mum only wore very conservative business suits. That night she surprised me. The business suit she wore came to an inch above her knee. She was wearing a bright red lipstick with matching red nail varnish. I had never seen her with so much makeup on. I was also sure she was wearing silk stockings. As we walked to the restaurant mum said, "Barry, you're now eighteen where have those years gone. The doctor told me yesterday that gran's got an irregular heart beat. She must rest in bed as much as possible. On the other hand I'm so happy we're alone as tonight will be the first time in our lives that we can share a bottle of wine together because it's your birthday we'll drink Champagne. We couldn't have done this if gran had been with us."
I wondered why mum had told me this. She ran a business that made millions every year but she was scared to drink alcohol in front of her mother. We got to the restaurant I ordered a bottle of Champagne. It was a bottle of Krug. We clinked glasses mum wished me a happy birthday. The Champagne was delicious as we studied the menu. Mum put on her reading glasses which gave her a very sophisticated look. As we ordered I noticed mum's blouse buttons two of them were undone. For the first time in my life I saw a cock stiffening amount of mum's massive tits.
The meal was delicious. We got another bottle of Krug. We were both so relaxed. As we walked home mum said, "Barry, I've so enjoyed this evening we should eat out more. Sure we have meals together but it is nicer if were dressed up and relaxed over a bottle of wine."
We got home and checked gran. She was sleeping and she had a contented look on her face. In the hallway mum said, "Tomorrow I'm going to buy a little fridge and hide it in my bedroom. I feel like another glass of wine but there's none in the house."
"Mum, you should do that. I'll come and carry it for you. After we've got it we can go to the good wine merchant in the city and buy some wine."
Mum had a startled look on her face when I said this, she smiled as she gave me a hug and said, "Barry, we'll do that tomorrow while gran is still alive it must be our secret."
I couldn't believe what happened next. Mum pulled me close to her. I felt the weight of her massive melons on my chest. She then kissed me on the lips. I gently slipped my tongue into her mouth. Everything felt so good. Mum opened her mouth my tongue went deep inside her mouth. I teased the roof of her mouth with the tip of my tongue. I was filling mum's mouth with my tongue. Mum was accepting it but she didn't put her tongue into my mouth. We kissed lovingly for several minutes. Mum broke away, she said, "I love how you kiss. What a lovely way to say good night. Please never ever kiss me like this if gran's around."
I whispered, "Mum, it will be our secret."
Mum smiled and we both went to our bedroom. In the city house every bedroom had it's own bathroom. I sleep naked. I lay on top of the bed stroking my massive hard on. All I was thinking of was the weight and how good it felt of mum's massive tits. I knew I'd cum soon and I'd spurt. I went into the bathroom, my cock looked gigantic in the mirror. I couldn't believe how much mum had aroused me. As my first spurt hit the back of the sink I wondered if mum had taken my tongue deep into her mouth would she take my cock the same way?
The next morning I heard mum up around seven. I stayed in my bed thinking about last night. I couldn't believe I had tongue kissed mum. I wondered if she'd mention it this morning. Mum and I always had breakfast at eight. At five to eight I put on a pair of boxers and a towelling dressing gown. I was prepared if we had another kissing session.
Mum was working at the stove. She was dressed in one of her business suits. I noticed she had only a little make up on. A very quiet lipstick and no varnish on her nails. I said, "Good morning mum, how are you?"
