I could hardly believe that when we went back to the cottage and I saw the time that it was only eight o' clock. At home with mum and dad in the holidays that was before my getting up time, but here in Norfolk with my amazing aunty, I was up and about and had had two fucks before breakfast.
Although, of course, to get rid of the traditional morning hard on I often had a wank before getting up, I'd never had sex before in the morning. I did, though, often imagine that I had sex, for as I lay in my bed, covered just with a sheet and sometimes not even that, jacking off, I could here mum in her room or the bathroom or downstairs. I would take risks, leave the door open, have my body uncovered, almost wanting her to see me.
I would imagine her walking in and catching me and staring at my hand wrapped my stunningly hard cock. I would look at her guiltily, but wouldn't stop. I imagined her saying something like, 'You shouldn't really be doing that Matt,' and me replying 'I know, but I can't help it?' I hear in my mind her saying 'And why is that baby?' and me replying as we look at each other 'You know why mum don't you?" Time and time again, I then hear her saying 'I know you can't help it baby, and I know what you are thinking, would you like me to help you?'
Of course she no more says that than does it, but its fantastic wank material, even though it has been somewhat surpassed in the last year when at least as many of my wanks have been over you.
"You want a fried breakfast, just cereal or shall we go out?" You said, pulling me away from imaging mum laying beside me, undoing her dressing gown and lolloping her big tits out as she moves my hand away and grasps my dick.
"Er, I don't really mind," I reply "What would you like to do?"
"Tell you what, let's get dressed, go into Aldburgh, have some breakfast and do a little shopping. Ok?"
"Yeah sure," I replied not really giving a fuck what we did as I suddenly remembered mum would be here this afternoon and that would bring and end to my sex with you. Still I thought, what a jerk off scene I would have tonight; imagining the two of you in bed together.
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We drove into town had breakfast in a nice café on the beach and then wandered round the old town peering in the antique, arts and crafts and clothes shops. It was actually good fun and in a weird way it made me feel young again, as if we were boy and girl friend. At one stage as we walked up an empty street we even held hands.
"I'm really enjoying this," you said squeezing my hand, "Can we do it more often when we get home?"
"We'll see," I replied totally non committedly for I was dreading the future. Dreading it because I didn't want to leave you, but I knew I could handle that. More because I knew that the more often we saw each other the more the chances of being caught out increased and that scared the shit out of me. At the same time, I knew that I was now obsessed with sex with a young man. It suddenly occurred to me, that if it wasn't you then it would probably be another eighteen year old for I didn't think I could now do without what youth supplies. But with another kid there wouldn't be the added buzz of the forbidden, I realised.
My phone rang. I answered it.
"Fuck," I said cutting the link.
"What?"
"Janis is going to be early."
"Bollocks, what time?"
"About three,"
"Oh shit and fuck."
I smiled at how easily and crudely in a nice way we could swear like that.
"I'll pass on the former, but we ought to do something about the latter."
"What?"
"Let's forget the shit and instead let's fuck, come on."
You laughed. "Ok cool, let's go."
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I really couldn't believe just how horny and how adventurous you were.
