Once we were home my mother was soon busy cooking us a mega fry up. I sat at the table sipping a coffee slowly coming to terms with what she'd said as well as what had happened in the trees. Our closest neighbours live over a mile away and it's very rare for anyone to call unannounced. Most days not even the postman makes the two mile round trip to our house. But today I knew mother's sister, aunty Ann was calling to pick her up to go shopping. But that wouldn't be 'till ten, at least two hours away.
As we were tucking into our breakfast we chatted like we always do, by then I wasn't finding it quite so surreal but the slightly disjointed feeling was still there.
'You didn't say anything after you know, in the trees.'
'No I didn't.'
'Did you enjoy it, I mean was that the kind of thing I can do now?'
'Paul, like I said, I'll not encourage or discourage you from doing what ever you want with me or to me. But to answer your questions, yes I enjoyed it immensely, it was just the kind of thing I fantasise about.'
I nodded as I digested what she had said. 'Aunty Ann isn't due until ten is she?'
'About ten, she said she'd text when she was on her way.'
'Okay. When you've finished your breakfast you can remove your cloths and stay naked until you need to get ready.
My mother it seemed had eaten enough as she stood and with the economical way she has of undressing, was naked in a matter of seconds.
'Have you finished?' she asked as she reached for my plate?
'Yes thanks, that was delicious.' I said automatically. This was going to take a little getting used to! 'Before you do the dishes, suck my dick until I cum.'
Without a seconds thought she knelt between my legs and began to careful unfastened my jeans. As soon as she had my hard dick in the open, she sucked it hungrily into her soft warm mouth. Heaven!
It was also heavenly to watch her moving around the house seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was naked. As she did the dishes she chattered away like normal. But all good things must come to an end, so they say but I'm not so sure any more. At nine I fully expected her to ask if she could begin to get ready, but instead she asked if she might take a shower.
Interesting I thought and said she could. I followed her up the stairs and watched as she picked a towel from the airing cupboard before going into the bath room. Out of habit I headed towards my room but before I reached it turned and followed her.
She'd put the towel on the sink before switching on the shower, then with the same lack of self-consciousness as she had shown in the kitchen, sat on the loo. When she had finished she stepped into the shower and began to wash as if I wasn't there. I happily sat on the loo and watched her though the clear shower glass.
When clean, she dried herself quickly in the bathroom before moving through to her room, this time I didn't hesitate to follower her. Once there she picked out some clothes and underwear before turning to me and asking if she might dress.
I took a long look at her before reluctantly saying she could. The way she said 'Thank you.' Was a massive turn on for some reason, so was watching her dress before carefully applying her makeup.
We were sat in the kitchen the image of normality when my aunt arrived a little after ten. I'd not seen her in a few weeks so we chatted before they left, leaving me to wallow in a cess pit of misery and solitude... well not quite, I danced around the house like drunk teenager!
Try as I might I could not settle to anything after they'd left. I switched the telly on and stuck it for five mins, picked up some course work from college but found I kept re-reading the same passage. In the end I slipped on a track suit and biked to the village and my friend Martin's house where we spent the afternoon on his X-Box. At five I left to make my way home, wanting to be there when they returned. Although the X-box turned out to be a great diversion, it was only that. But just as I was leaving my friends, I got a text from my mother asking if I wanted to join her and Ann for a meal in the pub in the village. At that point I realised I was actually starving.
Ann and my mother were just getting out of Ann's car when I got to the pub. It was obvious they had had a good time at the shops, I can't remember ever seeing my mother quite so happy. When she popped into the loo Ann even made a comment about how cheerful she was.
When Ann went I leaned across to my mother who leaned conspiratorially back towards me. 'When Ann leaves you're to strip and ask if I'd like to fuck you.' I whispered loud enough for only her to hear
I didn't expect her to say anything and she didn't, but I did notice her hand tremble a little as she picked up her drink. When Ann returned we chatted as we waited for our food which duly arrived and was in turn was duly eaten. As soon as we finished I left saying I'd see them at home. As it was I only beat them by ten minutes, just long enough for a quick shower.
My aunt only stayed for a coffee, as soon as she left my mother began to remove her clothes while virtually standing on the door mat. I did notice that she was a little more careful with her best things but never the less she was nude in a little over a minute.
I swear I will never grow tired of watching her do that. As she slipped her knickers off and placed them with the rest of her things she stood up, looked at me and said,
'Would you like to fuck me?'
'I would very much like to fuck you. But first I'd like to watch you playing with yourself. You may choose where you do it.'
'Would you follow me to my room please.'
For the second time that day I had the pleasure of watching her naked bum as she climbed the stairs. Once we were in her room she lay on the bed.
'Would you like me to begin?'
'I would.' I said as I slipped out of my clothes to lie beside her. After watching her for a few moments I leaned across to fondle her breast.
It didn't take her long to begin moaning and I again noticed, the harder I squeezed her nipple the more contentedly she did so. When she arched her back and groaned I figured she had had an orgasm and manoeuvred myself to kneel between her legs. Not wanting to wait any longer I eased myself into her making us both moan with pleasure.
I took my time wanting to thoroughly enjoy the experience. We rocked together for ages, when I couldn't hold back any longer I shot my load into her. As I collapsed back onto the bed, she turned to me and kissed me deeply and hungrily.
We lay very contentedly in each others arms as it grew dark. I only moved when the loo called me.
As I came back into the room, mom looked at me and said, 'Thank you.'
I'd almost got used to her silently excepting what we did. 'You're welcome, but I feel it's me who should be thanking you.'
'It's not. I'm yours to use as you wish. I enjoyed the way you gently made love to me, but you should remember I'm not made of glass.'
Her words seemed to flick a switch in my head and I felt a little like I had last night by the fire. When I told her to roll onto her front and raise her arse, it was like someone else had said the words.
As soon as she raised her bum I smacked one cheek as hard as I could with my hand before doing the same to the other.
'Open yourself for me.'
When she had I knelt between her legs and had a long look at her arse. Before roughly pushing four fingers into her vagina. 'Has anyone ever fucked your arse?' I asked.
'No never.'
