Night Manoeuvres

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...

Mu husband had left me and my son and daughter during the pandemic lockdown. It seems he preferred to be locked down with his lover than his wife and children. I didn't know that he had a lover, I didn't know that he was unhappy even. We made love, like any couple, perhaps a little unadventurous, but still we did, I was satisfied enough, satisfied enough to ignore flirting from men when I was out.

Flirting happened, and as far as I could tell from my friends, it happened to them too. Men, it seems, can't help it. It didn't seem to matter whether they were spoken for or not, they flirted. My friend Jackie said that if I were to respond, that they would run a mile. They didn't actually want a positive response; I couldn't figure out what they did want then.

They make you think they want to shag your brains out, and then if you were to say, 'yes, please' they would turn to jelly and run a mile The thing that happens when you get divorced, is that they stop flirting, Jackie says it is because I might say yes, 'fuck me big boy,' So they don't flirt. It all makes no sense.

After my decree absolute I was surviving basically on my savings and the money that the court had determined that he had to pay me until the children were twenty-one. The children, yes, boy girl twins, Adrian and Arlene, Arlene was the elder by six minutes. They both left home after their eighteenth birthdays, not for any reasons of dispute, they just wanted to spread their wings.

Arlene lived alone and was at university, her fees easier to manage and get grants than if she had lived at home. Adrian worked for a management firm in town, focusing on bankruptcy recovery, still learning the ropes, he was part of a team. I don't think Arlene had a regular boyfriend, if she did, then she hadn't shared that with me.

Adrian had a girlfriend that had moved in with him. Her name was Wendy, and she worked in the same management firm as Adrian, possibly that is where they met, Adrian was always a little vague about his personal life. I wondered sometimes if he was embarrassed, but I could not for the life of me think why.

"Hi Mum," my phone had chirped an incoming call.

"Hello baby," I said to Adrian.

"Wendy is going away for work next week, going Monday, coming back Friday, I was wondering, would it be okay if I came and stayed with you? I don't really want to be in the flat alone."

"Of course, it will be okay sweetheart, when will you get here?"

"Monday after work? Is that okay?"

"Yes love, sausage and mash for tea, is that okay?"

"Perfect Mum, thank you."

It would be nice to have him back home for a while, I had felt a little lonely and just to have someone to turn to, to listen to, to talk to, would be nice. I went up to his old room, it would need a clean and a dusting. I pulled the quilt cover and bottom sheet off and took them down and put them in the washing machine.

Back in his room I put the spare cover and sheet on, bed made I then dusted all the surfaces, opening the windows to let the room air and the remaining dust hopefully out. I went down and put the kettle on, "we'll just let the dust settles whilst you boil and I have a cup of tea, and then I'll run a vacuum round," I told the kettle. I don't know why I did, the kettle never spoke back.

His room all clean and ready I decided that I would have an early night, I was too excited to eat. I locked the doors checked the windows were shut and set the perimeter alarm. After the children had left, I had bought and installed an alarm system from Amazon. It was surprisingly straight forward and the whole thing cost me way less than five hundred pounds.

It had sensors on the doors and opening windows and a camera in each room, as well as cameras covering the outside front, rear and side. The theory was that if the alarm was triggered, the cameras would record any movement. I could also connect to any of the cameras and view the room or outside. Often when I heard a strange noise, I would scan the cameras. So far the scariest thing I had seen was a badger in my front garden.

I scanned the cameras, Adrians room looked so clean, I smiled, turned the camera app off and turned to TikTok and watched some reels, all inane, yet mildly entertaining. The weekend dragged, as every weekend did, the days were the same as weekdays, only with terrible TV. I dusted and vacuumed the rest of the house, and on Monday morning, I opened all the windows and doors to let fresh air blow through.

I heard my front door open, "only me," Adrian called. I turned the hob down and went out to greet him, putting my arms out and pulled him tight to me, realising as I did so that I could feel his dick in his trousers, 'goodness,' I thought, 'goodness me.'

"Your old room baby, take your things up and wash if you like, tea will be about ten minutes." I said to him, "I'll be in the kitchen."

"Thanks Mum, yes, I'll just go and get out of these clothes I have worn all day." He took his case and went upstairs.

I turned the sausages in the pan and quickly checked the camera, just to make sure that he had found everything he needed. Oh my, I nearly turned the camera off, he was naked with his back to the camera, his suitcase open on the bed. I couldn't tear my eyes away, his bum looked, so, er, delicious.

He turned and oh my God, I could see his dick, hanging off him. Well, actually, not quite so much hanging. He wasn't exactly hard, but he certainly wasn't soft. I wondered if he was thinking of Wendy. Who else could it be. His hand went down and held his dick, and he moved his hand a few times, his purple end flashing into view. His dick got noticeably harder, but then he stopped, his dick now pointing upwards.

He stepped into some underpants, pulled some joggers on and then a T Shirt over the top. I quickly killed the app and finished off tea, my mind's eye full of images of his dick and his half-hearted wanking. It had been a few years since I had last enjoyed sex with a man, and my fanny was pulsing with the memories.

After dinner we went and sat in the lounge, both on the sofa. It was nice to feel him close to me, the house felt whole again with a man in it, even if it was my son.

"Is it serious with Wendy?" I asked him, "she is living with you."

"I don't think so Mum," he said, "It's just more convenient, it means that one of us doesn't have to go home at night."

"And of course, nookie on tap." I said, a pang of jealousy in my heart, and it has to be said, in my groin.

"True Mum, although we don't have sex as much as you might think, no more than twice a day. I thought we would do it all the time, but, no, just evening and morning."

"There must be something wrong with you," I laughed, "only twice a day?"

"I know Mum, but what can I do, she says more often is uncomfortable, er, I am a little bigger than she is used to."

I held my hands up in shock horror, "too much information Ade, too much." I paused and then asked, "I assume that you have tried different positions and that you, you know, get her ready before hand."

"Mum, I'm not fifteen you know. Of course I do," he said wiggling a finger and waggling his tongue, "me on top, her on top, backwards, yes, me have tried it all."

'Backwards?' That had my mind in overdrive.

"Oh well baby, I am sure that you'll work it out. You know most couples only do it on average three times a week. You are bucking the average, I bet there are some couples out there that don't get any, 'cus you are taking up so much." 'me too' I thought, 'I'm getting none.'

It turns out he had arranged a phone call with Wendy for nine and so just before nine, he kissed me and said he would see me in the morning. I cleared away the crockery, set the dishwasher, locked the house up and went upstairs. I cleaned my teeth and went into my room, stripped and got into bed. I planned to watch some more TikTok, but my finger opened the camera app.

Oh, my goodness, he was laying naked on the bed, I could see the darkness of his arse between his legs, his balls hanging down, his dick sticking up, and he was talking, presumably to Wendy, I could only hear half the conversation.

"Yes, love, you can see how much I miss you and want you." I presumed they were Face Timing and that he was showing her his dick.

"No love, of course there is no one here to take care of me, and even if there was, I wouldn't, I will wait until you get home on Friday."

Adrian took his dick in his hand and started wanking. The purple dick head popping out on his down strokes, looking as if it were glistening.

"Is that what you want to see love, but it's better when you do it."

He was going faster, I wondered what she was doing, was she Jilling herself, or was she just letting him do it.

"Yes, love I can see your fanny perfectly."

Well, that answered that. This went on for around fifteen minutes and then he gasped, and I watched spunk spurt out of his dick, onto his chest, at least it wasn't onto my clean bedding.

"What? Love, okay," he said, and I watched him scoop his spunk up and put it into his mouth, finding and scooping it all up, his fingers licked and cleaned.

"I know that you do baby, yes I can see you cleaning your fingers too, yes sweetheart, I love you."

Well now. That had been different, I realised that I was panting, and that my fanny was pulsing. Goodness me, licking his own cum, well I guessed it was little different from eating out a cream pie, just a little one sided. I closed the camera app, turned the iPad off and shut my eyes. I wondered what my dreams would be filled with. My son's dick probably.

I awoke at some point, pressure in my bladder. I pushed the covers back and got up and went to the bathroom. I sat and relieved myself, noticing for the first time just how noisy it can be, I suppose that it was the middle of the night, so generally quiet, and I also had a guest in the house for the first time in ages. I wiped myself and got up, flushed the loo and exited the bathroom.

Adrian had left his bedroom door open, I looked in. I could see in the dim light that he was laying on the bed. Still naked and his dick now seemed soft, it was difficult to be sure, the light wasn't that good. I stepped into his room and knelt next to the bed; I wanted a closer look.

Yes, soft, it was fascinating, I don't know what had come over me, I really had to touch it, to hold it, I wanted to feel it get hard in my hand. I softly got up onto the bed and lay on my left side next to Adrian, leaving my right hand free. I reached out and held his dick, lifting it slightly, feeling its weight. I smiled as it twitched in my hand, and I gasped as it began to harden.

It is an amazing thing to feel a dick harden, I used to have this experience with my husband. I would wake in the night and reach over and feel his dick and it would get hard in my hand, but that had been a long time ago, some other woman felt his dick these days, and here I was, holding my son's dick as it hardened in my hand.

I moved my hand, his foreskin moving, his glans revealing itself in the dim light, and then hiding again as my hand moved back. Could I? Should I? Yes, I should, I had made it hard, it would be the least I could do. I began to move faster, to wank my son, my hand almost a blur. It had been so long; I had almost forgotten the pleasure that wanking a man gives you.

But this wasn't any man, it was my son, and his dick was flashing back and forth in my hand. He began mumbling, "shh baby," I whispered as I squeezed his dick, moving my hand as fast as I could.

"Mum?" he gasped.

"Hush baby, let me take care of you," I said as my hand squeezed his dick, his foreskin rubbing over his shaft, faster and faster I went and then I felt pulses and he grunted, I could see the spurts in the dim bedroom light. I let go of his dick and bending down I found and licked the dollops where they had landed. I kissed him and said, "goodnight baby," and went back to my room.

"Mum?" he said as he came down into the kitchen after I had called him for breakfast, "last night..."

"Hush baby, what happens in the night stays in the night, now eat your breakfast, you don't want to be late for work."

He looked at me strangely and then a smile crossed his face. Good, at least we had gotten past that little indiscretion. He ate his toast and drank his coffee, I kissed him goodbye, and he headed off to catch the bus for work.

My day was quiet, I showered, I shaved, carefully ensuring no nicks, making sure I had no stubble on my vulva and mons, I was as smooth as smooth could be, my fingers roaming perhaps a little too much, my clitoris popping up to say hello, pleasures flowing as I touched my little friend. I touched some more, and more pleasures flowed, and before I knew it, I was gasping in the shower.

Adrian got home from work and went up to shower and change before tea. I was doing lamb chops and mash for tea and the potatoes were cooked, just ready for mashing and the chops were keeping warm under the grill. The water from boiling the potatoes was the basis for my gravy. As it came back to the boil, I looked at the camera in Adrian's bedroom, he was naked, facing the camera, his hand gently wanking his dick.

What is it with boys, men? Do they always have to play with their dick or their balls? Or was it just my husband, and now my son? I guess that they don't realise they are watched, certainly I didn't have cameras when my husband was still at home, but still he managed to do it when he was in the bathroom, or the bedroom and I happened to be walking past.

I called up to Adrian that I was dishing up, and he shouted down that he was on his way. I smiled to myself as I thought 'yes mum, I'm coming.' He said he had another call with Wendy later. We watched some TV, I was rewatching Game of Thrones, and he just sat and watched, he got a little fidgety at some of the sex scenes, I guess any boy would be uncomfortable watching sex with his Mum, I just smiled, a little discomfort wouldn't hurt him.

After he went up for his call with Wendy, I cleared away the crockery, set the dishwasher, locked the house, checked that the windows were shut and headed up. In my room I stripped, my knickers to go in the laundry, my bra would do another day and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

I stood under the falling water, my hair protected by a shower cap, and slowly rubbed my hands over my body, spreading the shower gel, and my mind imagined that it was Adrian washing me, cleaning me, readying me for a sex session, my arousal was ridiculously high. I needed a boyfriend I decided, these obsessions with my son needed to stop.

I managed to restrain myself, his Mum screaming an orgasm from the bathroom was not something my son needed to hear. I dried myself and headed back across to my bedroom not remembering that Adrian was in his room and that I was wandering around naked.

I lay on the bed and bought up the camera, he was on his bed naked, I assumed I had missed his call with Wendy, his dick was flopped to one side, perhaps he had spent his load already. He was looking at something on his phone, perhaps emails, perhaps reels, who knew.

I was quite tired; my earlier orgasm had drained me and so I put my iPad down and rolled over to sleep. My dreams were full of Adrian and his dick. I was watching him wank, I was wanking him, I was watching him wank me, my goodness that woke me up with a start. Where had that come from?

It was dark, my clock said 01:23, I needed the loo. I got up and headed to the bathroom and sat, again the loudness of it all surprised me. I wiped and flushed and looked in on Adrian again. He was laying naked on the bed, and I could just see his dick in the dim light. It was not soft and flaccid as it had been the previous night, I need to look closer.

I quietly crept to his bedside, his dick was half hard, raised above his skin, but not really hard. I could slip my hand under his dick and then grasp it. I carefully, so as not to disturb Adrian, got onto the bed next to him. As I did so he turned and held me.

"I heard you in the loo and wondered if you would come back," he said and then he covered my mouth with his, and as his tongue pressed between my lips, I was shocked, his finger was sliding along my crease, pressing into my valley. I gasped into his kiss.

He was adept, his finger brushed against my clitoris, teasing it before sliding back down to me fanny entrance, circling, dipping and then going beyond, his fingernail grazing my perineum, my pleasures flowing, electrics fizzing as my pressures built. I had touched him last night, he was touching me tonight, I could not complain.

My back arched and I gasped as fingers pressed through my entrance, passed my opening and plunged into my depth, it had been a long time since anything other than my fingers or toys had been there. I held my breath, what would he do? I felt my fanny being stretched, I felt his fingers as they grazed across my bumps and ridges, exploring my insides.

I reached across and held his dick, hard now, squeezing and then rolling his foreskin down, feeling his rim, his glans moist under my finger, he groaned, his fingers twitched inside me and pressed deeper before pulling back, his fingers shagging me as I wanked his dick.

I was gasping, he was gasping and then his fingers left me, and he moved, my hand letting go, he was covering me, his dick nudging my fanny, and then he was penetrating me, his dick pushing inside me. I gasped, I hadn't expected this, I had thought a little wank action, but he had gone further, he was fucking me.

Slap echoed around the bedroom as his belly slapped against mine, my gasp as he filled me, a sigh as he pulled back. Faster he went, harder, deeper, the cracks of the slap louder, my belly stinging, my fanny glowing and pulsing, my son buried deep inside my body, my fanny feeling every inch of his hard dick as he stretched me for the first time in ages.

My hands were on his back, my heels on his buttocks, I was rocking beneath him, pressing him into me, stopping him leaving, my gulps of air filling my lungs more and more, my sighs easing the pressure on my lungs, my gasps adding to the sounds of sex in my house, sounds that had not been heard in a long time.

I heard an owl hoot and realised that his bedroom window was open, thankful that there would be no one to hear us, how could I explain the noises? And then I didn't care, my gasps stopped, my breath held, my pressures blew, and I shrieked my orgasm, my fanny clamping, squeezing, and as I came down, I could feel his dick spurting inside me, filling me with his spunks.

He rolled off me, his dick falling from my fanny, and he lay at my side. I was unmoving, my legs apart, a dribble slipping down my perineum to my arse, his spunk no doubt, perhaps diluted with my own juices. Realisation set in, my son had just fucked me, and I had orgasmed, and I wanted more.

He turned on the bed, his head close to mine, "what happens in the night stays in the night mum," he said.

When I woke in the morning there was a drying patch of his spunk on my bed, I had left him after he had fucked me and gone back to my own bed and fell asleep almost straight away, not thinking about the mess inside me, it had been so long that I had forgotten the aftermath. My dreams more realistic as I dreamt of him fucking me time and again.

I would deal with my bed later. I grabbed some tissue and wiped my fanny, sticky with his residue, I would shower after he went to work, he needed the bathroom more than me this morning, I wouldn't get in his way. I put a robe on and went down to make his breakfast.