Prologue.
It had started many months ago after one of their weekly dinner dates.
'I am so tired of sleeping in the house alone,' he told her. He was her boy and she would take any opportunity to bring him back under her wing again; she only heard he was tired of sleeping alone; quickly latched on to that.
'You don't have to, my darling,' her female cunning already working overtime, 'why not stay over tonight? There's always the spare room.'
Later he stood in her doorway. 'Mum, the guest room isn't ready. Where are the sheets and stuff?'
The bedside lights, setting her blonde hair aglow, took years off her forty five year old face, Jennie moved the bedclothes, patted the mattress, 'stay here with me tonight. Let me cuddle you to sleep like I used to, eh? Just like old times.'
That was twenty years ago, he is now an adult. What the hell. With a warm body next to him to help it would be the first time in God knows how long he would not need to play with himself to get tired enough to sleep.
To start with, after his divorce, not having to share the bed was such a relief he slept the sleep of a baby. Then to be able to lie naked on top of the bed and throw one off, shoot cum wherever he wanted that too was a novelty. After a while that palled and he resorted to his laptop; online porn being his companion. Then his favourite video of three lads, receiving the nod the local vicar and family were away, went thieving. Only to find the healthy middle aged lady of the house at home alone. Only complaining enough for decencies sake, the lads taking it in turns, fucked her rigid. Marrying as a virgin, our church lady enjoyed something she had never known, a good fucking. That all changed when she was turned onto her front.
Caught on one lad's mobile having her arse nailed by his mates, views of milady's screwed up face, sounds of her shouts and sobs usually brought Alan to orgasm. Twenty minutes of replay would get him there again. Now it had become a waste of time and effort.
'Yeah, just like old times,' he repeated, and climbed in.
Jennie turned the light out and cuddle to Alan with a sigh. Bodies soon warming together she ran finger in chest hair. The lob on created soaping cock and balls in the shower began to respond to the scent of a female; and fingers wandering over his rib cage.
'Ooo, you work out,' feeling his six-pack.
The knob on an eight inch, thick as your wrist, cock was also doing its work out. As if the circumstances told it to do so it pushed out of the waistband of his skimpy briefs.
The hand in the small of her back pulled her closer. The little finger of her caressing hand searched for the waistband of his briefs for the sheer pleasure of doing it; quickly moving her hand away when she felt tummy muscles tense.
'Ooo, sorry,' she conspiratorially whispered with childlike innocence.
'S'okay,' he breathed, 'nice.'
'You don't mind?'
'No, of course not; why should I?' A big hand covering her small arse pulled her closer. With her leg over his thigh he felt soft hair then the warmth of her muff. His mother was not wearing night panties; a mother who was caressing his hard tummy again. Nothing serious she told herself; I just need to know if it is me causing him to hold his breath. Mother felt him move away slightly.
'My darling, I'm sorry has Mummy overstepped the mark?'
'No,' his dry throat causing him to whisper, 'absolutely not.'
Jennie felt him move again......and the hand of the arm trapped between them suddenly found warm balls in her palm. His lips against her temple they held still while fingers instinctively squeezed a tight sack.
'He'll stop soon,' she told herself, 'he's just having a bit of fun at my expense,' at the same time as wondering how smoothly he had moved his briefs out of the way. And the oil running under her skin told her that her body was saying the excitement generated meant she would not tell him to stop until he was ready to.
Devilment had seen Alan take his mother further than he had expected. Fully aware his cock, lying along her arm, would slide into her hand when he moved down to kiss her nose then onto her mouth he slowly and deliberately did it.
Breaking the tentative kiss, 'Don't tease Mummy,' Jennie whined, fingers now wrapped around a hard cock. It had been a long while since she had not needed to blow one to get it up. Trying hard not to drag on it with too much enthusiasm she asked herself should this be really happening and should it feel so good.
The almost uncontrollable urge to go under the bedclothes and drop her mouth on it when he said, 'I'm not teasing, mum,' made her forget who was doing this to her and groaned in a soft, slow kiss until her lips parted and, pushing her tongue at him, invited his into her mouth. Wrapping arms around her to get her closer, the cotton fabric of her nightie riding up, Alan, his cock throbbing from delicate stroking fingers, now had a hold of the bare arse that had often featured in his youthful wanking scenarios.
Rolling the impressive cock in her fingers and thinking no further than her boy should not be making his mother feel like this Jennie settled into his warm body. Seconds, minutes passed.
'Mum, would this be overstepping the mark?' Jennie said nothing, held her breath as she was eased onto her back. A hand behind the furthest knee moved it away. Alan slid a hand up a soft thigh; fingers immediately encountered damp fanny lips.
'Darling, I'm not sure.'
Alan, simply wanting to know interrupted her telling him to stop with a long middle finger slipping in, 'mmmmah! Oh, darling.'
Jennie was trying to remember how many times she had been shagged after being fingered fucked. Her hips twitching in time to his fingering, her legs shaking she could not stop herself pulling foreskin along his cock. She answered her own question; every time.
'Oh, God, Alan, I know I shouldn't, but don't stop. I so want us to....,' her fingers stopped and gripped, 'but I don't think I can take this.'
'Shush,' he smoothed, 'it'll be okay.'
'Mummy's little,' she whined. Jennie parted her lips to receive his warm, firm mouth causing her to angle her head to draw him in to an un-motherly kiss. Humming deep in her throat, hips responding to a two finger fucking, her whole body demanded more.
Alan, wondering what it must be like covering a woman so small, had often had a wank listening to his parents having sex in the next room. The desire to change places with his father, God rest his ugly soul, was always on his mind as he came with his mother's grunts and his father's noise. Now would never be a better time to know his surprisingly willing mother.
Wanting to be released from the decision she did not stop her son climbing between her willowy legs, 'darling, I'm not sure, I am really not sure.' Alan felt the cool dampness of her moist fanny on his knob and pushed.
'Ooowah,' mother moaned as the mushroom head broke in. And groaned again when, one, two three he gave her four inches. With her head disappearing underneath him as his cock went further in he was only able to see arms and legs, Alan now found out what it felt like covering his mother. Then she got six inches.
'Oh, goodness,' mother called, beginning to appreciate the stretching effect the thickness of his cock was having. To Jennie, it grinding against the side walls of her virgina, it felt like being shagged by a piece of wood. Alan laid his weight on her and eight inches bottomed out.
'Owah, oowah, oow! Christ, oh, Christ,' the mushroom head pushing aside organs that had never been breached before, she had shagged a lot but nothing like this, never this uncomfortable.
'Oh, my Christ!' she sobbed.
He moved away enough to see the frown and the sweating, screwed up face. Holding still, not wanting leave the tightness that surrounded him from tip to base; the tightness that was his mother he still asked, 'Shall I stop?'
Alan had never experienced a cunt that he could feel all the way to his balls; could not hold back. Without waiting for a reply he began to fuck it.
'Oof! Huh, huh, huh. Oof! Oof!' Jennie grunted.
'I can't feel my legs. Oh, my Christ, I can't feel my legs,' wailed mother, 'ooo, ooo. Oooooeeeer!' The noise she made coming only served to turn Alan on to keep fucking it until he came.
'Oh, my Christ. Oh, my Christ, I felt that. Ooo, ooo, oooooo!' in reaction to each punch of cum.
*
It was nine o'clock; she apologized to the others in the office for being late.
'Well, whoever it was it seems to have done you some good. Brought some colour to your cheeks.' A statement that caused her to turn away to make sure the extra colour the observation had brought to her cheeks would not be remarked upon.
She knew how unusually alive she felt this morning. How knowing the excruciating pleasure of taking his wood, and shouting the odds at being firmly knobbed at half six. Then, having showered, walked into the room, the sight of him laying there, his cock lifting off his groin at the sight of his mother just in a towel had turned her on again.
'Mum,' he said, dragging her back into bed, 'you smell delicious.' Listening to her complaints that if he wanted breakfast they did not having enough time he rolled onto her forcing his knees between hers to open her thighs. His knob touched her fanny; her knees went up the bed. Working his cock in they made gentle love. She knew he was holding back for the twenty minutes it took him to finally moan, 'mum,' for her to feel him come and to be late for work.
Well, as gentle as an eight inch cock could be stroking in a five foot something woman with a body the size of someone not yet out of school.
Drowning the car radio, driving through town, people stared at the crazy woman shouting, 'Jesus Christ, fuck, yes,' every time her legs quivered and she felt herself squelch cum into a makeshift sanitary towel. Her son or not, incest or not, it could not be this good, be wrong, and not happen again she told herself.
'Alan stayed over,' she told them in the office, 'it was so nice getting breakfast for someone.' She did not get breakfast; she got laid.
Slightly disorientated to wake up with a body next to her it took a few seconds to come to terms with what had happened. Pressing herself to his back she recalled how uncomfortable it had been until she came, and how after he had come he stayed in for a ten minute soak until he came again. She could have stayed in his arms with him gently stroking his hard cock in her forever.
Her tiny chest pressed against his back, his firm buttocks pressing in her lap mother wondered if she should reach round, for a feel, maybe invite him....., 'Jesus!' feeling his morning wood and appreciating how thick it was.
'What?' Alan asked.
