This story is about a quickie between mum and son with some background as to how it all started.
Just some information based on comments from my first story, yes I know my grammar isn't the best but I am dyslexic and I am doing this just for fun. As long as my spelling is correct I'm happy.
Everyone in this story is 18+.
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I was woken up in the morning by my phone ringing, I looked over at my nightstand to see the name flashing up on my phone was Mum two.
She got a second phone number after our first time together when we were sober that is.
I reached over for my phone and answered it.
"Hey Mum, what's going on?"
"I'll be at yours in an hour, make sure you're ready for me". She said with a naughty tone in her voice.
"Aren't I always, see you soon". I said.
As soon as I put the phone down I got out of bed, ran straight to the bathroom and hopped in the shower.
As I got myself ready for my mum's arrival my thoughts drifted to that first time we had sex.
****First time*****
It was at a family friend's house party and dad had been a jerk as usual to her so it was just me and her at the party.
She started to drink a lot to help her loosen up after the fight with my dad and within the first two hours she was plastered.
It took another two hours for me to be very drunk too so after we called for a taxi we went back to my place as she wanted to stay at mine.
I offered her my bed and it was her idea that I'd still sleep in it with her.
It was later that night when I felt her arse pressed up against my hard cock and being rubbed against me.
She looked over and saw I was awake and without hesitation she turned around, climbed on top of me and without a word being said she sat on my cock and we fucked until the early hours of the morning.
When I woke up the next morning she had already gone and I reflected on what happened for the whole day.
**** First time sober****
It was a whole week after when my mum came over to my place unannounced and she started to tell me that this couldn't happen again but then she told me that dad was being a jerk again and she started to get upset.
I took her in my arms and hugged her tight but it didn't take long for both me and my mum to kiss each other on the lips and it was her that led me to my bedroom and what would happen in there would be the first of many other times.
It was the day after that she got a second phone so that we could text and call about our newly found sexual exploits.
I would never of believed in my wildest dreams that my own mum would be sleeping with me behind my dad's back.
****Present*****
I got out of the shower and dried myself off, I put on clothes because despite that I knee they would be coming off as soon as she showed up, I knew that she liked to undress me like she was unwrapping a Birthday or Christmas present.
I waited in the living room of my flat for the inevitable knock at the door, my mind raced with thoughts of what she might be wearing when she arrived.
Last time she came over for some unplanned fun she had dressed up in black lingerie, knee high boots and black gloves like a mistress usually dresses as in a porn video.
Still got the photos I took of her and look at them regularly.
(Knock knock knock)
