Three and a half interminably long, tedious, slogging hours later, I finally put my pen down and pushed myself away from the desk. Christ, I hated homework! It was just past eight o'clock in the evening, I was hungry, my wrist ached, my brain was frazzled and I'd had more than enough! I'd got it all done though. Get stuffed, Mr Merryweather and Miss Friedel, I thought triumphantly. You can shove your Chemistry and Physics homework up your asses and fuck off while you're doing it! I'd finished it. Not just some of it, but all of it, and whilst I'd hated every single moment of it - time seemed to become plastic where homework was concerned and could stretch a mere sixty minutes into something that felt more like two thousand and sixty - I'd finally finished the lot!... How well, remained to be seen of course; I may have just committed the biggest waste of time since Playboy magazine's big Iranian launch, but that was something to worry about another day. For now, my work was done. True, I had some more stuff to do over the coming weekend, but for the time being, my time was gloriously my own!
I closed my textbooks, gathered up my pen, calculator and notebook, and shoved the lot unceremoniously in my schoolbag, then stretched like a cat and yawned loudly. As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. Mother didn't wait to be invited, but simply bustled into my bedroom with a large tray of items which she set upon the desk in front of me.
"Hi honey," she said almost apologetically. "I know you don't like to be disturbed when you're working, but it's gone eight o'clock and you haven't eaten yet. A young man needs his strength, so I don't want to hear any arguments; you're going to stop what you're doing and have something to eat!"
She stood implacably before me, arms folded and eyes stern.
"Well actually Mum, I've just finished, so your timing's perfect."
My mother's beautiful grin lit up her face in delight. "Excellent! Well, in that case, I've brought you up a nice hamburger and chips. Tuck in!"
Her arms sprang into action ferrying the plate of food the enormous distance of three feet from where it rested on my desk to my waiting lap.
"You know, these work," I replied, lifting my own hands and giving Mum an exasperated sigh. "I'm not an invalid, mother."
"I know, dear, but you work so hard and I want you to know how special you are to me. Now less talking and more eating!"
It was clear Mum meant what she said, so I shrugged and got started on the task of getting outside of the burger and chips.
"Mmmm!" I hummed appreciatively, swallowing another tasty mouthful. "This is delicious. Thanks Mum."
"My pleasure," she beamed, unbuttoning her blouse. "Glad you like it. I know it's not McDonald's, but I do try my best."
"Oh don't worry, it's a lot better than McDonald's, and at least we don't have to call chips 'fries' and pretend that's normal for this country. Which reminds me; I got an e-mail from my American pen pal this morning."
"That's nice dear," Mum replied, slipping her top off and uncovering her magnificent bare breasts. "How is he?"
"Oh he's fine, but I did think he was a little rude."
"Oh?" Mum looked at me sharply, jolting to a halt in the act of unzipping her skirt and making her boobs bounce delightfully. "How so?"
"Well, it's nothing really, I suppose. It's just that I mentioned you in my last e-mail and I referred to you as my Mum, spelled M-U-M. In his reply, he tried to correct me, saying that in the States it's spelled M-O-M."
"I see!" exclaimed Mum, clearly unimpressed. "And have you pointed out that you don't live in America?"
Mum finished unzipping her skirt and I squeezed the last couple of chips into my mouth and took a sip of Coke, before replying, "Well not yet. I haven't had a chance."
"Well when you do, would you kindly point out to him from me that America is perfectly entitled to mangle the language any way it sees fit, but what it's not entitled to do is criticize an Englishman for using the English language the way it is spoken and written in England! Bloody cheek!"
She thrust her skirt down to her ankles with some force in her annoyance, revealing her perfect shaved pussy, then stepped out of the material and swiped it up in one bold movement.
"Well, yes that's true," I replied carefully, trying to think of a way to cool my mother's rapidly rising temper. When it came to anyone criticising her boy, her patience was thinner than William Shatner's hair. "I don't think he meant anything by it though, and I'm sure not all Americans would think the same as him."
"I should bloody well hope not! What a nerve! Coming from someone who can't spell the words aluminium, humour, tyre, or the colour grey, I'll thank him to keep his so-called 'corrections' to himself!"
Clearly still fuming, Mum hurled her skirt onto the bed, then all but snatched my empty plate from me, before setting it back on the tray next to the sponge and bowl of water she'd also brought in.
"OK, I'll let him know you weren't happy," I appeased, then quickly changed the subject. "I got all my homework finished."
That did the trick! Manoeuvring the topic of conversation back to me and my achievements was a sure-fire way of diverting Mum's attention. Her smile instantly reappeared like the sun coming out from behind the clouds, and she almost seemed to glow with pride.
"Do you mean you finished both your Chemistry and Physics work?" She bobbed up and down on her toes in excitement, stark naked before me and bouncing her beautiful breasts once more. Mum had an extremely strict policy when it came to underwear; she never wore any.
"Yes."
"All of it?!"
"Yes."
"Well done, Thomas!" Mum sprang forwards and gave me an enormous hug, mashing her fabulous 36FFs into my face and scraping her erect nipples across my lips and cheeks in the process. She eventually let me go and immediately hauled me to my feet. "You are a good boy! Do you mean you even did all those difficult chemistry reactions?"
"Yes," I replied simply, as she quickly undid my trousers and slid them down my legs. "At least as far as I could. I don't think I've got them all right, but I attempted every one and have written a sensible looking answer for each."
"You are clever!" Mum enthused, tapping my right leg. "Lift."
I did as I was told and raised my foot to let her slip my trouser leg off, then repeated the process with the other foot.
"And what about that awful mock exam you got from that cow Miss Friedel?"
Mum had moved onto my underpants now and was busy whipping those off at speed.
"Yes, I finished that too. It was really hard."
"I should think it was!" Mum exclaimed, gently grabbing my expanding cock and wanking it lovingly. "I think that was far too much homework to expect you to do in one night! Do they think you have nothing else to do?"
Mum dipped forward and sucked my penis deeply into her mouth, jerking it authoritatively whilst doing so.
"I sometimes think you're right," I replied, disconsolately. "They seem to give us no end of it!"
"Well," Mum announced, popping my cock from her mouth and giving it a final couple of strokes to ensure it was at full mast, "I think you've done really, really well, Thomas and you deserve a treat."
With that, she spun me around and pushed me against my desk, gently spreading my legs apart as though I'd been a naughty boy who was about to get a jolly good spanking. I quickly yanked off my T-shirt and glanced back over my shoulder and drank in my mother's beautiful body. She stood there as naked as the day she was born and a more perfect sight I couldn't remember seeing. It was certainly one I never tired of looking at!
"Wow, Mum! You look fantastic."
"Oh, you old flatterer!" she gushed, blushing slightly, but thrilled at the compliment. She turned and picked the bowl and sponge up from the tray. "I wish I was as young as Julie."
She spoke my girlfriend's name with a slightly disapproving tone.
"I don't. I think you're perfect the way you are."
"Thank you, Thomas. And I couldn't wish for a more perfect son!"
With that, I bent forward over my desk and let Mum get to work. She began by dipping the sponge in the bowl of soapy water, wrung it slightly to stop it dripping, then carefully started washing my anus with it. The warm water and soft sponge felt great on my sensitive asshole and she wiped it thoroughly. She paid special attention to cleaning a knuckle or two's depth inside it, as well meticulously cleansing the outside.
