It was one in the morning when Jack arrived home; he had been at a crap disco, it wasn't his night to drive, he and his friends took turns so that the others could drink. Jack was a little tipsy, he had drunk much wine, his mum's bedside light was on, she always stayed awake until he got home, she passed the time either reading a book or a newspaper, tonight it was a newspaper which she put to the side when Jack came into the bedroom, mum said, "Hi Jack, how was your night? I thought that you'd be later, but I'm happy that your home safe. Did you meet any nice girls tonight?"
Jack thought of the girl that he had been kissing at the disco knowing that if he'd been sober he wouldn't have looked at her twice, he replied, "It was rubbish mum, I don't know why I bother, there's a disco in the church hall tomorrow night, I'm doing the driving, the good thing is it finishes at eleven-thirty, so I'll be home early and sober."
Mum replied, "That's good darling, I'll wait for you, and we can have a glass of wine together, but not too much as we have the church service at eleven and I'm assisting with the service."
Jack answered, "I'd like that mum, I'll come to church with you on Sunday morning, I'm sorry about last Sunday morning, but I'd had too much to drink last Saturday night."
Jack's father had died five years ago; he was a wealthy Accountant; he was twelve years older than mum. Since he died, mum had got involved in Charity and Church work. Jack was now twenty-two, and in his third year at University. Mum answered, " Darling, don't worry about that, it's normal for young people to do that. I was getting drunk when I was your age. I'm feeling a little tired now so I'll wish you a good night and will see you in the morning."
Jack was sitting on the edge of the bed, he lent over meaning to kiss his mum on the cheek, but their mouths met. Next thing both their tongues were buried and exploring in the other's mouth. Mum was stroking Jack's ear and neck as she kissed him, then her tongue came out of his mouth, and she gave a gentle bite to Jack's lower lip. Both their mouths were wide open now; Jack gave mum's lower lip a bite, mum groaned with pleasure, Jack whispered, "Mum, I'll let you sleep now, I have rugby tomorrow morning, so I'll see you at breakfast."
"Jack, I'll be up for you, goodnight darling."
Jack went to the bathroom; he couldn't grasp what had happened, he had enjoyed kissing his mum, she had been moaning with pleasure as they kissed, they had been tongue kissing for over fifteen minutes. Jack got to his bed; he decided not to mention it in the morning; if mentioned it, he would reply by telling her that he had enjoyed kissing her.
The next morning nothing was said, mum was very friendly and had packed his rugby bag. Jack came home in the late afternoon. Jack had one person to drive tonight, there was a twenty-first birthday party on, and this was conflicting with the church disco. The other person was mum's friend May's daughter Mags. Mum then suggested that she would drive them there and pick them up at eleven-thirty; this would allow Jack to drink. Jack was happy that Mags was going, she gave a great blow job. They lived in leafy suburbia, in the beautiful village of St Peters Wood, all the houses, cottages and bungalows were beautiful. It was a ten-minute train journey to the city. There was the St Peters Church and Church Hall and an excellent Primary School. There was an excellent butcher and Baker's run by Babs White. There was no pub or restaurant. The Golf Club was used a lot for eating out. There were two post boxes, and a mobile Bank visited two days a week.
The church disco was quiet, Jack and Mags slipped away to a quiet place with a bottle of wine, they had a 69 and Mags had cum in Jack's mouth, and Jack had cum in Mags mouth. May, Mags mother was a doctor and wouldn't put Mags on the pill, they never had penetrative sex, but Mags loved Jack's massive cock. They were waiting outside when mum arrived to drive them home. They dropped Mags off then mum asked, "How was your evening, Jack?"
"Thank god Mags was there, we had a bottle of wine and chatted, we didn't have one dance, there weren't many people there, perhaps eighty, how was your evening mum?"
