Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.
I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...
It had been a long week in the office, and I was pretty beat when I got home on Friday, the weekend lay ahead, no work and time to relax. I parked on the drive and walked, Sally, my wife, was in the kitchen just finishing tea. "Sausage and mash," she said.
"Sounds lovely sweetheart" I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek as I went to the downstairs loo and washed my hands.
I took the opportunity to empty my bladder, that was a relief, letting some of the tensions out, feeling more relaxed I went back into the kitchen and sat at the table so that I could talk to Sally.
"How was your day baby?" I asked. Sally doesn't work, well, not as in a paid job that is. She looks after the home, that in itself is obviously work. She had worked when we first got married, and then when we started trying for a baby she got laid off and somehow, just never went back.
"Laundry, cleaning, how do you think my day was Bill?"
"Woah baby, I was just asking."
"And stop fucking calling me baby."
I shut up, it seemed the safest, it seems she was in one of her moods, and she seemed to be getting a lot of them lately, and when she did, there was nothing I could say or do that was right, she would simply criticise me and things would end badly. On those days she wasn't the Sally I married.
We ate tea in silence, the mash was good, the gravy was excellent, but had I said anything positive, somehow, she would turn it into a negative. After we had eaten I loaded the dishwasher and went and joined her on the sofa. We watched TV for a while and then went up to bed. I made an approach, you can guess how well that went.
In the morning I showered and got dressed and told Sally that I was going over to Mum's. I usually popped over at the weekends, sometimes Dad was there, sometimes he was playing golf, it just depended on the weather. It was pretty much the only exercise he did these days, I didn't begrudge him a missed meeting with his son.
Sally sometimes came, sometimes didn't, this was a 'didn't' day. I pulled up on my parents drive, no car, I guessed Dad was playing golf.
"Oh love, you only just missed him," Mum said as we hugged and I followed her into the kitchen as she put the kettle on to make some tea. 'Only just missed him' meant he would be around four hours unless the rain started, and when I drove over, the sky was blue, not a cloud to be seen.
Mum made the tea and we sat in the lounge, me on the sofa, Mum in the armchair opposite.
"So, how are things sweetheart?" Mum asked, she always does.
"Fine Mum, fine."
"And Sally, she busy this morning?"
"Yes, I guess."
"Ah," mum said.
She sipped at her tea and then looked at, "So, what's up?" She asked.
"Nothing mum, okay,"
"Oh don't be silly William, I am your mother I know when something is wrong."
"It isn't anything a mum can't fix."
"You can't fix this Mum, there are somethings that even you cannot fix."
"Rubbish."
"Mum, just forget it, okay, drink your tea."
"No William, I won't forget it. Is it the trying for a baby thing, it not working, is that what it is? Because that can take time love."
"To have a baby, you have to try for a baby. Okay, just forget it Mum."
"I see, she isn't, and you want to, or she wants to and you don't?"
"Mum, forget it, there is nothing wrong with me, okay, she just, well, isn't in the mood these days."
"Perhaps I will go round in the week and pop in, see how she is."
"Don't Mum, as I said, there are some things a Mum can't fix."
"Oh fiddlesticks, so, my boy isn't getting his nuptials, I am assuming that you manually relieve the pressure."
"What? Mum, really."
"Oh, good grief William, we are both adults here. If you are not masturbating, then you are risking being moody and that won't help if Sally is tetchy."
"If I try to do that, she moans at me and tells me I am being disgusting, that I should control my animal urges."
"Oh, I see. Well, you'll just have to do it when she won't notice."
"Mum, for God's sake, anyway, she is home all the time. She would know."
"Well, you're here now, go to the bathroom and do it, release the pressure."
"What?" I was staggered that Mum would even suggest that, what, stand in her bathroom and wank, knowing Mum was listening? I couldn't, my God.
"Oh don't be silly, how different is it from going to the loo? It isn't, it's the same bit of your body."
"It isn't the same thing at all Mum, and you know it." I was feeling very strange. I was kind of turned on by the thought, I had a semi building and if it grew any more then it would become all to obvious.
"Well, do you want me to do it for you?"
"Fuck's sake Mum." Really? The thought of Mum handling my dick actually scared me; it didn't scare my dick though, it went from semi to fully hard in about half a second, my trousers tenting, I shuffled in my seat.
"Well, it is a simple thing."
"Physically it may be, although Sally always struggled, but mentally? No, I couldn't, it is just wrong"
"Struggled?" Mum asked, "how do you mean struggled?"
"Mum, do we have to talk about this?" I was really feeling both really uncomfortable, and at the same time I was just so utterly turned on.
"Yes William, we do, you are my son, and things are not right, now, how did she struggle?"
"She got tired Mum, alright, I didn't finish quickly enough for her. Okay? Can we drop it please?"
"Ha, lasting a long time is preferable to sticking it in and finishing, well, that was always my experience. We women don't really get to finish properly with a quickie, most of my boyfriends before your Dad were quick finishers. Luckily your father wasn't."
"Mum, Too much information Mum, God." I sat back in the sofa, forgetting my hard on, and as I leant back my tenting trousers were even more obvious, and, of course, Mum noticed.
"Look, you have an issue, it is obvious," she said pointing at my lap. "If you don't want to go to the bathroom and do it, then do it here, I'll watch, that might help, I watch your Dad."
I could not believe my Mum, I mean really, these are private matters, not shared in normal families. I just sat and said nothing.
Mum got up and sat next to me on the sofa and put her hand on my bulge. I couldn't help it, I groaned, a sexual groan, my dick was chomping at the bit, my brain was trying to tell it to go soft, but my dick didn't usually take any notice of my brain, this was no exception.
Mum squeezed my dick, "there is seemingly nothing wrong, just lack of completion," Mum said as she started to tug at my zip, "and we can easily resolve that. I shall help you, I cannot have my boy struggling, and if he won't do it himself, then I shall have to."
My zip was down, she pulled my fly open and my dick pushed up through the hole in my boxers, I was mortified yet highly turned on. Mum put her hand on my shaft and squeezed, I groaned again and closed my eyes, the feelings were almost overpowering, and Mum began to move her hand up and down.
The pleasures were radiating from my dick, coursing through my body, and I knew I was groaning as Mum wanked my dick. She slowed down and stopped.
"Let's get these clothes off," she said, pulling at my trousers and underpants, "we don't want a mess on your clothes do we?"
Before I knew it I was sitting bollock naked on Mum's settee, God, I just hoped Dad didn't come home. Mum spit on her hand and then wiped her hand over the end of my dick, the feelings were even more intense, at home, if I got the chance, I used to use some aftersun, that moisturised and worked really well. I guess Mum doesn't keep aftersun in her lounge.
Mum gripped and slowly pushed my foreskin down, my glans popping out, and Mum rubbed it with her moistened hand, I almost came there and then, the sensations went all through my dick and made my balls twitch. Mum began to move, faster she went, squeezing my dick as her hand flew up and down. Pleasures were streaming through my body, this was way better than when I did it myself, it felt different, almost hotter, I don't think I had ever been harder.
"That's it baby," Mum said softly as she wanked my dick, "you can cum for me, show me your stuff."
I was close, oh God I was close, I could feel my balls twitching, but still my ejaculation held itself at bay. Mum used her other hand and cupped my balls, a finger straying back along my perineum, I gasped, I jerked and my orgasm erupted, spurt after spurt after spurt, before Mum slowed and I collapsed back int the settee.
