The party ! real incest sex after party

The Party !

It was so bloody embarrassing. Here I was at my first ‘in’ party and who was my date? My mother! The girl I was going to bring had gone down with the stomach cramps and as the invitation said boys with partner only
I had assumed that I would have to miss it. I was a bit pissed off as it one of those ‘in’ parties. College had finished and A levels completed. It was at one of the rich kids houses, you know, big, impressive, the kind you don’t normally get invites to. I had only got an invite myself because I had helped one of the ‘beautiful bunch’ to finish a project and this I suppose was my reward. And I couldn’t go.
When mum suggested she went with me, it had seemed a good idea. But now we had arrived, I just wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. I mean it is bloody embarrassing to have to go to a party with your mother, wasn’t it? She had, I must admit, made an effort. She did look a lot younger than she actually was and she was wearing what she called her ‘wow’ frock. Normally referred to as her ‘little black number’. The skirt wasn’t too long, or the top too high for that matter and it had a split up the side.
Dad had harrumphed and given her a dirty look when she came downstairs wearing it and I must admit she did look good, but even so it was still my mother. These ‘in crowd’ parties had a bit of a reputation for the goings on there, in fact I did have a bit of trouble persuading the girl I was supposed to take to actually come with me, such were their reputation. So being saddled with your mother was probably not the high point of my life. She kept telling me that I was to do whatever I wanted, to forget she was my mother and to act just as if she really was my date. That still left two problems though. No matter what she said, she was still my mother and would be there cramping my style, always there seeing what I got up to and it would also be severely cramping my style with some of the things I had hoped to get up to with my date!
I had a couple of dances with her. I don’t think I actually blushed, but I was certainly trying to act as if I wasn’t there. Then the girlfriend of the boy I had helped, came over to ask me to dance. Part of my reward I suppose. So I parked mum in a corner where she would be the least embarrassing and went off to dance. It seemed that Carl, the guy I had helped, thought I should be rewarded properly as his girlfriend moved in real close to me, her body seeming to mould itself to me. When I got the inevitable hardon, she whispered "Mmmn Kevin" in my ear and started rubbing herself against it. I thought ‘mmmn’ myself. Now if only I could persuade mum to go home!
It seems my reward was to be prolific, more than seemed necessary for the amount of help I had given, but who was I to complain. As soon as the number had finished, one of the other ‘beautiful girls’ was beside me asking me to dance with her. And so it continued. Each dance with a different girl. Well not all different, there were about four of them and it was almost as if they had a rota. But I was fully occupied with ‘beautiful girl’ after ‘beautiful girl’, all moulding themselves to me, all rubbing themselves against my, by now, permanent hardon.
I had forgotten all about my mother, until I saw she was dancing also. First with Carl, then with one of his friends. It looked as if she had got the hang of moulding herself to them as well. Good job dad wasn’t here to see her dancing like that, he would go mad. But anyway it wasn’t my problem. At least she was out of the way. I had other things on my mind. The current ‘beautiful girl’ had her leg pushed hard between mine, the feel of her thigh against my hardon was fantastic and if I just moved my hand a fraction, my thumb might just brush against the underside of her breast.
A couple of dances later, there was a tap on my shoulder. I turned and there was my mother, getting in the way again.
"You are ignoring your date young man. I think you should at least dance with her now and again."
I didn’t. I was having far too good a time. She was swaying slightly. Oh Lord, she was tipsy.
"Ok mum."
Oh crickes, she was definitely tipsy. Her body moulded itself to mine, just like she had been dancing with the others. Luckily, in the intervening time, my hardon had gone down. Now that would be embarrassing, to have a hardon while dancing with your mother. There was no way she could have missed it the way her body was pressed against mine.
"This is the way your date should dance with you isn’t it", she giggled in my ear.
God, this was so embarrassing. It was yes, exactly the way my date should be dancing with me, if only it was someone else’s mum, or better still their daughter.
"I’ve watched the way you danced with the other girls".
And I’ve watched the way you danced with Carl and his mate, I thought, but didn’t say anything. Well, you don’t do you? Not to your mother.
Then she straightened up, moving her body away from mine.
"Just kidding darling. Now you go and have fun with your friends".
"I think I had better take you home mum, you are not in any state to drive back, we had better take a taxi".
I just knew it was going to be a disaster having your mother as a date. But I did think that it would have been her making me go home early, not the other way around. That was all we needed, having her stopped by the police. Dad would go ballistic. Mind you, the way her skirt rode up her legs and the split fell open when she drove us here, any red blooded copper would have let her off, but knowing our luck it would be some pedantic woman copper.
"No, don’t be silly darling, it’s early yet. You seem to be having such a good time. I think it’s a great party".
Oh God, if she starts leaping about the floor singing Viva Espana like she did when her and dad got tipsy on holiday, I was definitely going to die.
"Here comes one of your girl friends now".
I was about to point out that they weren’t actually my girlfriends, when she leaned forward.
"I think you’ll be alright there Kevin".
"MUM"!
That wasn’t the sort of thing your mother was supposed to say. But with a large wink she wobbled off and suddenly there I was with Carl’s girlfriend flowing into my arms. All soft silky thin cloth over soft flesh, which was trying to become one with my body. Also things had moved on. It seemed breast touching was definitely on the cards now. A fact that my hands took full advantage of.
And so it went on, each dance another ‘beautiful creature’ in my arms. I got to know the shape of all of their breasts quite well. I saw my mother one more time, dancing with Carl. Her head flung back, laughing, doing the gay thing bit as she always did when she got tipsy. Her head may have been flung back but the rest of her was glued to Carl. There feet were hardly moving. I wondered for a second, if Carl was feeling her breasts. But only for a second. Just then my hand slipped a little and fingers went over the demarcation line and felt bare breast. I expected it to be moved away. It wasn’t. I wasn’t complaining.
I had to pee. It’s hard peeing with a hardon isn’t it. Finally, after spraying everything in sight, I started back, perhaps, with a lot of luck, some relief of another kind. As I said, these parties had quite a reputation.
On the way back that I saw mum again. She was standing with her back against the wall, talking to Carl and his friend, John, I think is. She was doing her usual drunken vivacious bit, leaning forward closer to them as they spoke. I could imagine her almost purring. Carl and his friend were ogling her cleavage as she leaned towards them. But there, that was a sin I had been guilty of myself. It was certainly a good job dad wasn’t here. I had seen the state of a bloke that tried to chat mum up once when we were on holiday.
It wasn’t anything to do with me. At least she was safely out of my way. I was about to go get some more handfuls of the ‘beautiful girls’ when I was amazed, to see John’s hand go down and start stroking her rump. Here we go I thought, he’ll get a slap now. But he didn’t. Then Carl’s hand slipped inside the slit of her dress and started stroking her leg. That really would be it. But it wasn’t.
Hang on, they shouldn’t be doing that. This was my mum they were touching up.
Carl leaned in to whisper something in my mum’s ear. She nodded and off they went with my mother between them clinging to their arms, out of the room.
This wasn’t right. I started to follow them. A couple of Carl’s mates, big mates, from the rugby team, got in front of me.
"Leave it Kevin. Nothing to do with you. The girls will look after you".
That sounded good to me. I turned back, wondering just how well the girls would look after me. Whether there would be some of the other kind of relief available.
Then I stopped. The girls wouldn’t look after me. They were out of my class. They only went out with boys accepted into the ‘in crowd’. Rich and good looking. I was surprised even to get an invite here tonight. They would only, look after me for a reason. It was all a bit staged. The willing girls, the apes ready to move in to stop me.
The penny finally dropped. It was all part of some plan. The only reason I had spent the evening so far with my arms full of gorgeous girls, that didn’t seem to mind where my hands roamed, was because it had been arranged that way. Bet that was why I was invited, just so that while I was being kept entertained, Carl and his mate would get my date drunk and take her off to do whatever. I could just imagine all the girls crowding together, giggling and laughing at me. All comparing notes on how dumb the silly little Kevin was. It was just the kind of scheme that would appeal to them all. When it was my mother I turned up with, I bet it made them curl up with laughter and probably made it an even better scam. They would talk about it for ages, ‘we did it to Kevin’s mum, while the girls led him on’.
I am ashamed to admit, that I very nearly took advantage of the scam and see just how far the girls would go in ‘looking after me’. But it wasn’t fair on mum. They had probably been spiking her drinks. Thinking sensibly about it, she wouldn’t really have got so drunk otherwise.
I turned back. The two goons were busy chatting up some girl, so I crept out behind their backs. The ground floor contained only the party overflow, so I crept upstairs. I had no idea where they had gone. Then I heard slow music and mum’s giggling from behind a door. You couldn’t miss that. It was locked. I moved along to the next one. It wasn’t. As I opened it, I heard mum louder again. There was another door, open into the room where they were. It seemed this was some sort of dressing room.
I could see her dancing with Carl. Just at that moment, she changed partners.
"Aren’t I a lucky girl with two such handsome boys all to myself".
Lucky thought I, you’re about to get yourself in a load of trouble mum. Especially the way she was dancing, tottering on her high heels, knees bent either side of John’s legs, openly rubbing herself against him. Then Carl moved back in stroking my mothers back, then I realised he was undoing the zip down the back of her dress. This had to stop. I moved forward, but got entangled in some sort of laundry basket and by the time I had sorted that out my mothers dress was sliding down her body like a silk scarf drifting to the ground. My God, she didn’t have a bra on. At first, I thought that luckily she had a huge pair of knickers on. I hoped they were steel reinforced. But no it was a suspender belt. Good gracious, my mother in stockings. The knickers were anything but huge. In fact they were tiny, stretched thin across her hips, sheer. I could plainly see the tiny bit of her ass they were valiantly trying to cover.
"Wow. Foxy lady".
I could but agree with Carl’s sentiments. She did look foxy. A lot more foxy than a mother should look, for sure. I realised why my father had growled, he probably realised what she was wearing underneath. Lucky sods I thought, they can see her tits. I was no different to any other boy, immense curiosity as to what their mothers tits looked like. She was back, ‘sort of’ dancing with John. The loss of her dress not seeming to change a thing, rubbing herself up against him. His hands went down on to her ass, squeezing the cheeks and pulling her even tighter to him.
It was definitely time for this to stop. But first please mum, could you just turn around so I can see them please. Just sideways will do. Carls hand joined his friend’s on the insubstantial material covering my mothers bum, stroking, pushing right down between her legs. It now, very much had to stop. Anyway I consoled myself, when I entered, she would automatically turn to me, immobilised for a moment, so I could have a look before she grabbed her dress to cover herself. I knew how it went. I had seen it in the movies.
Before I reached the door, she did it for me. Turning, she put an arm around each boys shoulder.
"I see I’ve got two very naughty boys here".
I had frontal view of them. They were nice. I had been told, by someone who probably new even less than me, that they went all saggy after having children. But hers weren’t. they were sort of turned up at the points like little snub noses. They were quite perky. In fact they were quite nice. In fact they were the best in the world. They were my mum’s.
I tried not too, but my eyes strayed downwards. The tiny knickers were as incapable of hiding anything at the front as they were at the back. I could see my mothers bush! It was pushed tight and tangled, by the thin material, but I could see it! My thoughts had not got far beyond her boobs up to this point. I suspect I was stood there like a total idiot, mouth open and drooling.
As I stood transfixed, I saw my mothers hands come from around their necks and move down to their bulges. My God, my mother was grabbing their lunch boxes. She must be pretty tipsy. She was also pretty good with zips, it seemed, for only a few moments later, it was not lunch boxes she was holding, but cocks. I couldn’t move. I knew I should have. But I couldn’t. I stood there in the shadow, watching my mums hands on the two cocks.
They all moved towards the bed. I moved too. I hope whoever it is up there forgives me. I should have gone in to stop this whole thing there and then. But I didn’t. what I did do was move to get a better view of the bed.
They all got on it, my mother between them. Forgive me again, whoever, but I moved again slightly so that I could see what was going on in the large mirror on the opposite wall. I know I shouldn’t, but this was my mum. My sedate mother, admittedly the object of a good few fantasies. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined her doing anything like this. I just stood and watched.
I watched as her insubstantial knickers came down her legs. I watched as they pulled her legs apart. My eyes must have been bulging out of my head as I saw the reflection of my mothers total exposure. For a few, glorious, fleeting seconds I saw my own mothers snatch, even down to the glistening pink amongst the curly hair.
I watched their fingers push up into her. Both at the same time would you believe. My mother didn’t complain. She moaned. She groaned. She writhed on the bed. I could even see a small bead of perspiration on her top lip as they screwed their fingers around inside her.
I knew what was going to happen, yet did nothing. I suppose a son has a duty to his mother on an occasion like this, but it was not a situation I had read about anywhere. I briefly wondered what my mum would do if the situation had been reversed. As I said, I knew exactly what was about to happen and I did absolutely nothing. Except watch.
Carl was first. He mounted my mother, her legs welcoming him between them. I couldn’t see so much then, but I heard.
"You’re a tramp aren’t you"?
"God yes I am".
"You love it, don’t you".
"Oh God, yes I do, I do. I love it".
I really couldn’t believe these words were coming from my mother.
I could see his buttocks moving up and down, I could see my mothers humping up to meet them. I heard her groans and moans. I heard his grunt as he finished and rolled off.
John was next. She accommodated him as eagerly as she had Carl. I was amazed. To see my own mother laying there taking them one after the other. No, not just laying there, perhaps that might have been better somehow. But bucking and heaving under them. Urging them on.
John was quieter than Carl. But my mother wasn’t. moaning, groaning, crying out. God was mentioned several times, with a liberal amount of "Yes’s". Her arms wrapped around John, using him as a lever to thrust herself up to him. He grunted and rolled off, leaving my mother legs akimbo between them. I could see it plainly again, this time, hanging open, dribbles of their semen running down to the bed. Forgive me again, but I had a hardon. A massive hardon. I mean, it’s not every day you get to see your mother behaving like this. But it was over now.
Or, so I thought. My mothers hands went down to their limp cocks.
"Bloody Hell, I can’t do it again". From Carl.
"Oh I think you can, here let me help".
Sitting up, she leaned forward, lifted his cock and put it in her mouth. I could hardly believe my eyes. My mother was giving head. My mother was sucking cock!
"Way to go".
Evidently Carl thought it was a pretty good idea as well.
"Hang on a moment".
He disengaged just long enough to kneel up on the bed, then pulled my mothers head back down to it. It disappeared into her mouth.
"My God, you’re a whore".
My mother pulled back just long enough to look up at him with a look sultry enough to scorch satin.
"Yes, but I’m your whore Carl".
Then went eagerly back to her task. It wasn’t really necessary as he was hard again, but she went at it eagerly. John was already kneeling up, half hard again already as my mother turned to him. It was soon hard. He lay back on the bed.
"Climb on Mrs Stein, work yourself off on that".
My mother didn’t seem to need telling a second time, as climb on she did, kneeling over him and lowering herself down on to him. Work herself off she did. The next bit seemed almost as if it was rehearsed. Carl knew what he was doing. So it seems did my mother. Kneeling behind her, he pushed her forward. As he did so her hand went behind her, grabbing his cock and guiding him. She let out a little cry as he pushed into her. This time I really could not believe what I was seeing. My mother was taking it up the arse! My mother! Who up to now I had spent most of my time, just trying to get a glimpse of her cleavage. Taking it up the arse!
"Oh God, yes. I love it. Give it to me you bastards. Give it to me".
My hardon was threatening to make it’s own way out of my trousers. How could I ever have imagined hearing my mother talk like that. No, shout like that.
"You’re a slut. An out and out cock loving slut".
"Yes, yes, I’m a slut. A slut. A cock loving slut. A slut, a slut, a slut. Give it to me".
Give it to her they did. First Carl rolled off slated. Then after a few moments later John pushed my mother off him. Just rolled her off as he would anything else he had finished with. My mother didn’t complain.
Laughing together, they zipped themselves up and left the room, no doubt to boast to all the others what had happened. This time they wouldn’t even have to exaggerate. They had found my mother.
Time to sort it all out I suppose. Get her home. I entered the room. My mother was laying eyes half closed, limbs akimbo, exposing everything. I just stood there looking for a moment or two.
"Hello mum".
Her eyes shot open.
"Oh my God. Kevin".
She tried to grab the sheet to pull over her, but it was a duvet and just flipped back again.
"I… I felt a bit woozy and had to lie down".
My look of scorn must have said it all. She made another unsuccessful attempt to pull some quilt over herself.
"I must have taken my dress off. I really did feel very woozy".
Did she think that even if I hadn’t been watching, I would be thick enough to swallow that. I mean she was still dribbling. Down there. After a moments silence, obviously neither did she. She stiffened.
"Oh my God. How long have you been here Kevin"?
"Long enough".
"Oh my God. I’m sorry Kevin, I got a bit carried away".
A bit! Another attempt to cover herself. At least she had straightened some limbs and was not quite so totally exposed. She looked up at me, trying to see just how much trouble she was in. I couldn’t help my eyes openly ogling at her body.
"I suppose, if I hadn’t seen you, you would have come back downstairs and pretended nothing had happened".
I was getting a bit pissed off. My own mother was laying there practically naked, just been ravished and she was trying to make out it was nothing to do with her, that it had just, some how, happened.
"Well, yes, I suppose I would have. I’m so sorry darling".
At least she was looking a bit sorry for herself now.
Her eyes popped open in surprise.
"Seen, you said seen. My god, did you see everything?".
"Yes. Everything mum".
"Oh my God. I… er… what can I say Kevin".
"You’re a slag".
"Oh Kevin, please don’t, I just got a little tipsy that’s all".
"That’s not what you said to Carl, when he called you that".
"Oh my God, you heard everything as well, didn’t you?".
God seemed to be in great demand tonight. I, not being God, just nodded.
"Oh darling, that was different then. In the heat of the moment. You know".
No I didn’t know and it was beginning to get really pissed off.
"If dad could, only see you now".
"Oh my God Kevin. He must never know about this. Never ever, it would break his heart."
Even though it seemed I was "Her God Kevin’, I thought that was a bit rich, I had just watched her drain two 18 year old guys dry, with a great deal of enthusiasm and she was asking me to think of dad.
"Say it mum".
"Say what darling"?
"You’re a slag".
"Oh no Kevin, please don’t".
"If you can say it to Carl, you can say it to me mum. If dad could only see you now".
I left the rest of the threat unsaid.
"And tell me, just how you told Carl".
"Oh god, yes Kevin, I am a slag. A real slag".
She had even made her voice the same. Sort of husky.
"Ok, mum, now I want to dance with you again".
"Oh of course darling. Just let me put my dress back on and we will go downstairs".
"No mum. Not downstairs. Up here. Like you did with Carl. Not with your dress on. Just like that. Just like you did with Carl".
I don’t really know why I made that demand. Maybe just because I was in a position to do so. More likely because I was a strange mixture of angry at her and turned on at the same time. Probably because I just thought it would be nice.
"Oh God Kevin. Ah, ok. Um, yes, of course. But as it’s you I had better put my panties back on. Just hang on till I find them".
"They took them mum. By now I expect they are nailed up downstairs as a souvenir".
I walked over to the CD and restarted the slow music. I held out my arms. She came over, put her arms around my neck and we started to dance. But that was all. Her body was rigid, with some distance between us. I moved my hands down on to her buttocks as I had seen Carl do. Grabbing the cheeks firmly I tried to pull her to closer to me.
"Oh no, Kevin, please don’t".
"It was good enough for you downstairs when you pretended to be my date mum. It was good enough for you when you were dancing with Carl and John. If you even know their names. And you are my date after all aren’t you mum, not Carl’s or John’s".
"Yes..well.. I’ve not actually been a very good mother, have I darling?".
"Carl and John thought you were pretty good".
As I was saying it, I thought that this was a bit too hurtful. So softened it a bit.
"Actually mum, I thought you were pretty good as well".
This stopped her dancing. She looked at me, with a strange look on her face.
"How do you mean darling?".
"You looked ace and you certainly showed those two what it was all about".
"Kevin!!".
"Well, you did mum. We are supposed to be dancing, remember".
We started to move again to the music. Her rigidity had softened somewhat.
I still had my hands on the cheeks of her bum, so pulled her tight to me with hardly any resistance at all.
"My God Kevin, you’ve got a hardon"!
Bloody hell, I had just watched her being shagged rotten by two blokes and had her naked body against mine. What the hell did she expect me to have! I was glad to hear that I was back to being ‘Her God Kevin’ again though.
Still firmly gripping her backside I started to move her hips against mine, like I had seen her earlier.
"No, Kevin".
But it was said quietly, in my ear".
"All I want mum, is for you to dance with me like you did with them. Like you would if you really were my date. Like it might be happening if I was still downstairs, not up here with this fiasco".
And that was all I wanted. Perhaps to try to teach her a lesson. To show her just how daft she had been. Perhaps, because I thought that under the circumstances I deserved to be danced with like this. Perhaps just because I thought I might like it. It looked pretty good in the big mirror.
"Poor Kevin".
Her hand went to the back of my head. She laid her head on my shoulder. Her hips started to move on their own accord. Yes, I did like it. I liked it a lot. It looked really ace in the mirror. I could see why Carl et al. liked it as well. She was pretty damned good at it.
Which was probably why I started to thrust myself against her. I certainly didn’t mean to. I had got what I thought was my just reward. It just seemed to happen.
My mother must have still been pretty tight and forgotten who she was dancing with. I heard a long soft ‘mmmmmmm’ and her hips worked harder and harder against me. I could quite see why she had turned Carl on so much. She was bloody good at it. He must have thought he had found a gold mine. Well, I suppose he had really.
Suddenly my mother realised just who see really was dancing with. I was thrusting against her pretty hard by now.
"Oh God no Kevin. We mustn’t. mustn’t do that."
I must admit, ‘that’, had not even crossed my mind. Her body thought did not seem able to keep up with the latest train of though. It kept doing what it did best.
Her hand went down between us and closed around my bulge.
"Poor Kevin. It’s all a bit unfair on you isn’t it darling?".
I could but agree.
"I’ll take care of you baby, but we mustn’t do that".
Taking care of me, sounded an excellent idea. If her hips, which still ground against me, were anything to go by, her hand would be mind blowing.
She still had her expertise with zips ok. Her cool hand closed around it.
"I’m so sorry darling. It’s all so unfair. I’ll take really good care of you darling. But we mustn’t".
Really good care was what she was taking. Bloody fantastic care in fact. I groaned. Loudly.
"Oh Kevin darling. We mustn’t. we mustn’t".
I was thrusting pretty hard now. I wasn’t sure whether in my mind it was into her hand or against her body. But it hardly seemed to matter. It was my mum’s hand. It was an excellent hand.
"We mustn’t darling. We mustn’t".
In the crashing and banging down there, somehow her hand got dislodged. I felt her how wetness rubbing up and down against the underside of my cock. I groaned again. Very Loud .
"Oh we mustn’t. Really, we mustn’t"
It was like a litany. I thought her record had got stuck. Her arms were tight around me. I could hear small noises from deep in her throat, her hips were grinding hard. She was still saying ‘we mustn’t’ when it went in.
"Oh Kevin".
It was heaven. I thrust up hard into her just as I had seen Carl do.
"Oh not so hard Kevin".
I thrust up again as hard as I could.
"Oh yes Kevin. Harder my darling, harder".
Ignoring the inconsistency, I just savoured the moment. I was buried deep in hot willing flesh. I was buried deep in my mothers hot willing flesh.
I could even see us in the mirror. Mum, her knees bent slightly with me between them. As mums go, considering what she had been through, in her stockings suspenders and high heels she still looked pretty damned good. I could even see my balls appearing down between her legs, then disappearing back up again.
I erupted.
"Bloody hell, you shouldn’t have done that Kevin".
"Didn’t seem to bother you earlier".
"But that was different, you’re my son. Accidents can happen you know."
As my cock withered and fell out of her. We parted. She stood looking at me. I stood looking at her. My mind saw myself in the mirror again. My mother going at it just as eagerly as she had with Carl. Tonight, just for a while, I could be Carl.
"I have it on very good authority that you are excellent at getting it hard again".
"Oh Kevin, please don’t make me".
"Bloody hell".
It was the first time I had sworn in front of my mother, let alone at her. It shocked her a bit. It shocked me a bit as well. But then it was the least of things for a first time with my mother.
"It wasn’t, please don’t make me before. It was more a case of, please let me".
My mother dropped to her knees in front of me. That was enough. It sprang up nearly hitting her in the face. She still, held it gently and her lips closed around it. Bloody Hell, this time silently. I wasn’t going to last long like this. I smiled inwardly.
"You’re a whore".
Her lips detached themselves and I got ‘that’ look. I was on top of the world.
"Yes, but now I’m your whore Kevin".
I held my arms out for her to stand up. I dare not let her lips reconnect. Her arms went around my neck. There was no trouble with body moulding now, you couldn’t have got a cigarette paper between us. Her hips ground her wet snatch, I wondered how much of the wetness was hers and how much was theirs, against my cock. My hands went back down to her arse. One spreading the cheeks with it’s fingers, the other finding and pushing into her anus.
"Oh my God, you saw everything didn’t you"?
No body stiffening this time though. Her hips still ground against me as she spoke. I was trying desperately to get another finger in. It all looked pretty damn good in the mirror.
"Ok darling. If you want it that way you can".
"No, not this time mum. Another time".
I had planted the seed. Another time. Not just tonight, when she was drunk. But again. Another time. her hips continued to rub it’s warm wetness up and down my cock like.. like.. Well, not like your mother should.
"Tonight I want you on the bed. On top of you. Like the others did".
"Oh yes Kevin".
Couldn’t my mother ever start a sentence without ‘Oh’. But it was hardly a normal occurrence I supposed. She led me by the hand to the bed. We got on to it. Her legs opened and she reached down to guide me in.
"Not yet mum".
The others hadn’t seemed to bother with her tits at all. But I wanted to become intimately acquainted with them. At first I just felt and stroked them. My mother head went back and her eyes closed.
"Mmnn, that’s nice Kevin".
Well at least it wasn’t an ‘Oh’. She stroked my hair. I looked up at her. Her make up was in a bit of a state, but she still really did look good.
"You are very beautiful mum".
Her eyes didn’t open. She just lay there basking.
"Why thank you Kevin"
"One day I want to cum on your face".
That made her eyes pop open.
"Bloody Hell, where did you learn about things like that Kevin".
Bloody hell, where did you mum.
In truth it was as much a surprise to me that I said that. It was talked about in the bogs at school. But no one had ever done it. I bet even Carl or his mates had ever done it to any of the ‘gorgeous girls’. But she hadn’t said no. And she hadn’t made any comment about, one day. That seed must be germinating.
My fingers rolled and tweaked her nipples, producing a few sounds from her. My lips closed around one. She gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair. I sucked.
"Oh yes Kevin. Oh yes".
Bloody ‘Oh’s again. Her hand moved under mine as I suckled at one teat, her fingers were pulling and rolling the other. I sucked harder. Her fingers grabbed my hair pushing my head against her breast.
"Bite Kevin. Bite me".
Good grief, she wanted me to bite her there.
I bit.
"Oh God yes".
Her body arched up from the bed.
She reached down and gabbed me.
"Now Kevin. Do it now".
She almost pulled my cock off guiding it in. Her legs wrapped around me. She almost slammed her hips up against me.
"You’re a slag mum".
"Oh God yes. I am a slag. This is so wicked Kevin".
It didn’t seem to phase her that it was a wicked thing to do. Her hips never faltered, in fact if anything got harder. I was wondering just who was doing who here. But she was right, in both senses of the word. It was really wicked.
"Do, you want me to come in you mum"?
"Yes. Yes. Come in me. Fill me".
I obliged. In fact I had only just got the question asked in time. She was going to be come in whatever her answer.
Eventually we got her dressed, sans knickers, and outside. I wouldn’t let her drive, as much as I wanted to see her dress ride up and slit fall open. But it happened fine in the back of the taxi. I couldn’t help but rest my hand on the exposed nylon clad leg.
She didn’t say anything, just looked out the window. Her hand found mine on her leg though and squeezed it.
As we got into the porch and she was about to unlock the door, I grabbed her, dragging her to one side.
"You’re my date, remember".
I started to snog her. She snogged back. In some ways, despite all the other things we had done that night, it was the sexiest thing that had happened all night. Snogging your mother. Tongues pushing in and out. We both kept our hands to ourselves, but by god it was sexy. My hardon couldn’t wait until tomorrow night, I would have to take care of that myself later. I know mum would have been quite happy to take care of it there and then, but it just didn’t seem right.
In the morning when she sobered up, she would be full of regrets. But it couldn’t have all been due to the drink. I had high hopes a whole new relationship with my mother.
The only remaining problem was how to persuade dad he needed a bloody great mirror on his bedroom wall.

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