After my encounter with Ffion, I slipped back into my routine of studying, going to football, lusting after Lydia and waiting desperately for my Saturday encounter with Mum. Lydia seemed to be involved in about a million different societies and activities, I could never keep track of all of them, but sometime around this time she started hanging around a lot more with a girl called Becca, who I think she met at Dance Society or something like that. Becca was cute, with dark, straight hair, a petite but curvy body and a nasty streak a mile wide. What Lydia saw in her I don't know, but whether it was a character in a reality TV show or some celebrity in the news, Becca was completely merciless and thought nothing of tearing them apart. I lived in fear of what she was saying about me behind closed doors.
The next Saturday, with just a week to go until Mum's visit, I had hoped against hope that Lydia would go out so I could call Mum and get dirty, but Lydia announced that Becca was coming over to study. This probably meant homemade cocktails in the kitchen, I surmised. If it had just been Lydia, I was going to take a chance on calling Mum, keeping my voice down and calling her Cathy throughout; if Lydia had overheard any of it, she'd assume I was just having phone sex with my girlfriend. But it was a much bigger risk with Becca around too, especially since Becca had a big mouth and if she overheard me talking dirty, it would spread around the university in no time.
Me: Sorry, Lydia has a friend over, we should stick to texting x
Mum: That's OK, I'm quite tired tonight anyway xx
Me: I can't wait to see you next week
Mum: Me too, I've got some great ideas ;)
Me: Oh really? Like what?
Mum: You'll have to wait and see!
Me: I think the wait will kill me
Mum: I've got a headache coming on, is it ok if we cut things short tonight?
Me: Yeah, I hope you feel better soon
Mum: I took this earlier for you so you wouldn't be too disappointed
The picture was of Mum lying on the sofa, topless and wearing just a pair of dark blue knickers. It was a selfie and she was looking right into the camera, her boobs pressed together and her nipples hard. The little triangle of blue fabric between her thighs was so inviting, not to mention the way her hair was fanned out around her head and over her shoulders. I got hard in an instant.
Me: Fuck, you look incredible!
Mum: Aw thank you, do you like it?
Me: I love it, so sexy
Mum: Does it turn you on? x
Me: Of course
Mum: I want you to wank over me and imagine what we're going to do when we're together, OK?
At this stage I probably don't need to say that I made myself cum pretty fast.
The next week dragged, of course, each day seeming to take an eternity as I counted down the hours until Mum arrived. I had cancelled all my normal weekend commitments so I could spend as much time as possible with her, and I even spent my free time on Friday morning completely cleaning my room and the flat as well as I could. I had plenty of condoms stashed in the bedside table, too.
Lydia left just after lunch, wheeling a weekend bag along behind her.
"Have fun with Cathy," she said, giving me a hug on her way out. "Don't do anything crazy."
Crazy like a whole weekend of fucking my Mum?
"I won't," I said, watching her go. Now I had the flat to myself, and I have to say, it was a challenge not to get too horny waiting. Mum still had to finish work and catch the train, so I tried to make myself focus on my afternoon lectures and some homework, instead of opening the topless picture of her for the hundredth time. The flat being empty was a novelty, though, and it was nice to be able to listen to music as loud as I wanted without disturbing Lydia.
I went to the station to meet Mum's train, wrapping up against the cold wind. She'd text me to say when her train was due to arrive, but I was a few minutes late and she was already standing in the concourse waiting.
"I've missed you," she said, pulling me into a hug. She was wearing a grey scarf and a green coat which I didn't recognise, and she guessed what I was thinking.
"I had to treat myself for this weekend," she said, smiling. "I need to look my best."
"Mum, you-"
She put a finger to her lips playfully.
"Cathy," she corrected me. "Come on, let's go back to your flat."
I pulled her suitcase and for about half of the walk we held hands, her fingers entwining tightly around mine. We definitely looked like a couple, which I loved, especially because Mum was looking seriously gorgeous. She'd had her hair done into little curves and waves, put on makeup, and maybe I was just imagining it but her old mum-body seemed to be tightening back up into a sexy hourglass figure.
"You look good," I said, as we turned the corner onto the road with the flat on it. "Have you been doing yoga?"
She was happy that I'd noticed. "Tons of yoga and swimming, plus eating fewer biscuits!" she joked, giving me a hug from the side.
I fumbled a bit with the key to the flat, but once we were inside, the door pushed closed and the door locked, Mum took off her coat. Underneath was a close-fitting white long-sleeved t-shirt on top of tight jeans, which made a big deal out of her tits, and as soon as I'd pulled off my trainers, I put my hands on her waist and pushed her up against the wall to make out with her.
"Is Lydia definitely gone?" Mum asked between kisses.
"Yeah, I saw her leave earlier," I replied, kissing her jaw and neck.
Mum slid her hand over my chest, fingers rubbing my abs. "Let's grab a shower," she whispered into my ear as I pressed up against her.
We couldn't keep our hands off each other, and after managing half a wash in the shower, Mum knelt down and sucked my cock, making me cum fast. She swallowed it with a giggle. We made cheese on toast in the kitchen, both wearing just underwear, then went back to my room to fuck. I lasted longer this time, following the same routine of fingering Mum until she was wet and ready, breathing hard, then climbing on top of her and fucking her. Mum's moaning and encouragement were so hot, I couldn't believe I was actually fucking this sexy woman. I came in her pussy again, filling the condom, and then we showered again to get clean. Kissing her and watching her cleaning her tits made me hard again, but she just playfully rubbed her bum against my cock and said, "Save it for tomorrow!"
As fun as it sounds to spend an entire weekend having sex, after breakfast it was obvious we couldn't actually just fuck all the time. I couldn't last anywhere near long enough. Instead, we went out to the shops, did a bit of sightseeing, and watched a crappy film at the cinema. It was more Mum's thing than mine, but even she got bored halfway through, and we sat at the back making out. I had my hand around her shoulders, resting on her arm, and she gently guided it down the front of her shirt and onto her boob so I could tease her nipple. I was rock hard, of course, and while she didn't actually pull my cock out, she did rub it through my trousers a lot.
When we got back to the flat, we undressed straight away, only just making it into my room. When we were both naked, Mum pushed me against the door and knelt down again to suck my cock, but I gently stopped her.
"I want to fuck your tits," I said quickly, feeling a little embarrassed at saying it. But Mum just smiled happily, grabbing my hand and leading me over to the bed. She kissed me again, then sat me down on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of me, between my thighs, my hard cock sticking straight up. She looked thoughtful for a second, then she reached into her bag, rummaged around and came up with a tube of lube.
