Coming Home

A/N — Hello all! To those who have followed me whether before or are new, this was originally called ‘Return of the Son’ but I thought that title was a bit meh, so changed it. Other than that, I’ve reviewed and edited as best I can. Hopefully anyone who reads this does enjoy it. Feedback and comments appreciated as always. I’d reply to every comment if possible but it’s not easy to do as there isn’t an actual ‘reply’ button!

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Chapter 1

“Homeward bound, Andy?” asked David, my best friend at university, as I placed the last of the clothes in my bag.

“Yep. Already been accepted into a job close enough to home that mum pretty much insisted that I move back in.” I shrugged. “I don’t mind. I don’t think she would be lonely, but she would be living alone.”

“No plans to go out into the big wide world?” wondered Brian, my soon to be ex-roommate, busy packing his own things away.

“Not at the moment. The job I’ve got is going to be incredibly well-paid considering I’m stepping into it straight out of university. I know my mother probably helped me get a foot in the door at the same time, but I know my marks and the thesis I presented surely must have helped.”

“So you’ll be living and working with your mum? Bit of a drag,” David stated.

“I have no doubt she’ll be working in a different department. No doubt my first few weeks and months will be spent pushing paper around and being utterly bored out of my mind. But it’s an opportunity I can’t turn down. Global company and leading advancements in all sorts of sciences. It’s win-win. What about you, Brian?”

“Heading to the big city. Got a job at one of those big financial institutions. Lot like you, though. Probably a lot of bullshit to start off with.”

“Kinda glad I’ve got that football contract myself,” David stated, “Who wants to do the nine to five grind?”

“Moving to England, though. Bad food. Bad weather. Some of the women are alright if you like big tits,” I stated.

“True, but Europe is barely a hop, skip and jump away,” he retorted, “Gonna find myself one of those hot eastern European chicks. A Svetlana or something like that.”

“You’ll end up jerking off in your bedroom alone!” Brian joked.

“Fuck off. Got laid more than you during our time here anyway,” Dave stated, flipping him the bird.

“Yeah, but both of us more than him,” Brian added, pointing at me.

“Don’t drag me into your bullshit, dick swinging contests. And I got laid enough to at least empty my balls every so often. But you know I had to concentrate on my work. It was pass or get kicked out.”

“Just yanking your chain, Andy,” Dave stated.

I cracked him on the shoulder. “I know. Just don’t be a cunt.”

I’d already boxed up and despatched anything I wanted to send home a couple of weeks earlier. The large bag was full of everything else I had required until leaving the dorm. A smaller bag contained my laptop and reading tablet. After one last lengthy check that we’d packed up everything, we wandered out of the room, dropping our keys at the reception before leaving the campus for the final time. The three of us shared handshakes and bro-hugs before each of us getting into our taxi. I was heading straight to the airport as I was flying to the other end of the country. David lived only a few miles from the university while Brian was not flying out until the next day.

I scored at check-in as I found myself bumped up to business class. I don’t think I was flirting with the girl behind the desk but she asked where I was heading, had I been at the local university, what had I studied and all sorts of other personal questions and, bingo, upgrade. I thanked her profusely and, for some reason, she handed me a second blank boarding pass with her number on it. I kept it though figured it was pointless considering I was leaving.

The flight would take a couple of hours so I settled back in the relative comfort of business class, enjoying the space and attention from the stewards, constantly asking if I was hungry, thirsty or required anything. With plenty of time, I enjoyed the ambience and found my mind wandering to thoughts of home and the future.

Not to gloat but I am a rather intelligent young man, though I can say that thanks to a certain pair of genes, those being from my mother, Susan. Or Sue. Sometimes even Susie. To me, she was just Mum. She did make a ‘mistake’ by falling pregnant with me at a young age, before she’d even graduated high school. The man who fathered me showed no interest and quickly disappeared from the scene, but that didn’t stop her from giving birth to me, completing her studies and graduating with high marks before obtaining a scholarship to university. Despite being a young mother, she managed to juggle motherhood and her class work, and though she split each year by doing six months’ full time and six months’ part time, she graduated only a year later than anyone she may have started with.

Mum noticed my intelligence at an early age and did everything possible to ensure I was always learning. She pushed me and, while annoying at times, I understood why. She wanted me to be the best I can be and not to waste any gifts I may have. I graduated primary school quicker than the other children of a similar age before graduating high school by the time I was sixteen. A number of universities clamoured for my signature and I eventually agreed to what I considered the best.

After only four years of hard graft and solid work, I graduated near enough to top of the class, with honours, and with a number of companies offering me contracts for work. I spoke to Mum about it and she suggested I move home and work for her company, explaining the benefits of why that would be a good choice. Considering she’d never steered me wrong before, I chose her company and would return home once I’d graduated.

I’d seen my mother at graduation, but wasn’t surprised that she had to rush home and back to work, though I knew she’d be at the airport to meet me. I’ll admit I was looking forward to returning home. I enjoyed living at the dormitory, but I found that, apart from my close friends, I had little in common with many of my fellow students. I know I spent a lot of my time studying, and while I tried to socialise, I’ll also admit that it wasn’t my forte.

Once we’d landed and I’d grabbed my bag, I wandered out into the departure lounge, looking for the blonde hair of my mum. I was about six-foot-tall, so could see over most of the crowd, but couldn’t see her anywhere. Then I heard someone shout my name and noticed a red haired woman make her way through the crowd. Mum? It was her as the voice gave it away. And, once she appeared, my jaw dropped. She looked… stunning. Not just the hair but what she was wearing. She always dressed smartly but… Well, I’d always thought my mother was a beautiful young woman, no problem with that. But a simple change of hair and a different wardrobe caused some rather uncomfortable feelings because she didn’t look like my mum.

“Andrew!” she yelled before wrapping her arms around me. Mum always called me Andrew. I didn’t mind.

I completed the hug. “Hello, Mum.”

I felt her squeeze me hard, not surprising as I know she had missed me. I’d missed her too. “It’s good to see you.”

I couldn’t help the chuckle. “You saw me a couple of weeks ago.”

She released me and looked up at me from her height of five and a half feet, if she was lucky. “I saw you and perhaps spent a couple of minutes talking to you.” My face must have fallen. “Don’t worry, I understand. It was a big day in your life.” She grabbed my hand. “Grab your bag and we’ll get out of here.”

I did as she requested as we weaved through the crowds out into the car park. I wasn’t surprised to see that she had the latest sports car as her mode of transportation. After placing my bag in the boot, she made sure to pop the top down, placing on a pair of sunglasses before she floored it once we’d gone through the barriers.

“Nice car,” I shouted over the wind.

“I know. The engine purrs when stopped but the growl it makes when you put your foot down,” doing what she’d just said as an example, “Certainly gets the blood pumping.”

I looked at her as she drove and she glanced towards me, just smiling away. What’s making her so happy? I couldn’t help but run an eye down her, thankful for my own sunglasses. Despite approaching forty, her breasts were full and I think gravity hadn’t taken hold just yet. Maybe she wears good bras. She’d always taken care of herself, eating right and exercising, so she was slim, my eyes crawling down over her body to her shapely legs. She may have been shorter than me, but she’d always had good legs.

“Andrew?”

“Huh?” I stuttered, blinking rapidly, thankful again for the sunglasses.

“What are you looking at?” I felt heat rise into my cheeks and knew I was blushing. “Were you checking out your own mother?”

I shrugged. “You look good, Mum. I couldn’t help it.”

She gently clasped my knee. “You sure know how to make a woman approaching forty feel good.”

“You’ve got a couple of years yet, Mum. Anyway, don’t they always say life begins at forty?”

“My life resumes now that my boy has come home. I can’t thank you enough for that.”

“Miss me, eh?” I asked, knowing I was teasing.

She looked right at me. “More than you could imagine. But, yes, I’ve missed you the past few years. I’m glad you’ve come home.”

I wondered what she meant by that but she pulled off the freeway and I left her to concentrate on driving as the traffic increased. As we approached the suburbs and what I knew to be home, our conversation resumed.

“What’s with the hair?” I asked.

She raised a hand, running it through. “Do you like it?”

“I didn’t recognise you. Like a new woman. But, yeah, I like it. No… I love it. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re gorgeous.”

“Not your mother?”

Shrugging, I said, “If I didn’t know it was you, I’d have certainly checked you out.” I shrugged again. “I’ll admit I kinda did anyway. It was unexpected. But, I’ll be honest, Mum, you’re gorgeous.”

She gently squeezed my knee again. “You’re a real sweetie. I’m glad you approve.”

Mum, some of the thoughts I’ve had since greeting you at the airport would certainly not be appropriate for sharing. We continued to chit chat until we arrived home. The house hadn’t changed at least, or it hadn’t on the outside. Inside, Mum had certainly decorated and it was a far more pleasant household than the one I’d left four years earlier. I had to mention my approval, once again to the delight of my mum. It was quite pathetic how a simple smile on her face caused me to fall weak at the knees.

My bedroom had changed slightly. It had been cleaned up, with a new double bed, new wardrobes but many of the bits and pieces I’d gathered as hobbies had been kept and placed on new shelves. Mum stood in the doorway as I dumped my bag on the bed. “You’ll find your porno mags in your bedside table.” I know I flinched, the laughter of my mother echoing in the silence. “I didn’t care, Andrew. Though I’ll admit your interests were… amusing.”

I turned and sat on the bed. “How so?” I wondered.

“Well, I noticed a theme regarding most of your magazines.”

“You should see the video collection on my laptop,” I retorted.

“Interesting…” she stated before trailing off, then clapped her hands. “Right, I’m just going to have a shower and get changed. We’re going out for dinner then a few drinks to celebrate your new job and the fact my boy is once again home.”

“Cool,” I said, checking my watch I asked, “What time?”

“We’ll head out around eight-thirty, so a few hours from now. But there’s no rush. We’ll go out when we’re ready.”

I spent some time in my room, finding the magazines pointed out by my mother. So I like older women and MILFs. What’s wrong with that? Plenty of young men do. After enjoying a hot shower, thanks to an all new system, I checked myself out in the mirror. As I said, I was tall enough, with thick dark hair that certainly didn’t come from my mother, with blue eyes, again different to her green. I stepped back as I removed the towel, looking down my flat stomach, over my flaccid cock. I couldn’t be unhappy with how I looked.

Wrapping the towel around me again, I wandered out and turned left instead of right. Wonder if I’ll be able to do what I used to? As I said, I always found my mother to be beautiful and didn’t think there was anything wrong with checking her out. Call it youthful innocence. I could hear her singing quietly away to herself so I knew she was getting ready. She’d left the door nearly wide open but I made sure I couldn’t really be seen. She was standing in profile to me and I couldn’t help but be amazed at the fine specimen she still was. The red hair was currently wet and slicked back as my eyes moved down over her shapely breasts, which, even without a bra, were still relatively pert. Her stomach was flat, almost toned, before she swivelled and I got a good view of her trimmed pussy. I felt my cock slightly start to swell at the sight. Think unsexy thoughts… That was the thought as I watched my mother swivel the other way, unable to take my eyes of her arse as she bent over, I think putting some cream on her legs. I got a tremendous full view of her pussy there and then and my erection throbbed, appearing through my towel. I quickly headed back to my bedroom and had to resist the urge to masturbate. I’d done that often enough when I was growing up.

I was sitting on my bed, urging my erection to go down, when there was a knock at the door. I crossed one leg over the other as I answered. The door opened, my mother appearing in just a bra and panties. That just made my erection even worse. “Did you need me for something?”

Shit. “No. Why?”

“I saw you at the door,” she stated, though there was a smirk I didn’t understand. I thought she would have been furious.

“No. No. I… Uh, realised what I needed.”

Her eyes moved from my own down my body towards the tent my cock was no doubt making in my towel. Her eyes then moved back to my own. “You’ve looked after yourself, Andrew. You’re a good looking young man.”

“You look good too, Mum,” I replied, unable to hide the fact I looked her up and down. She was just… beautiful.

“Did you like what you saw?” I opened my mouth but couldn’t say anything. Then she stepped forward, lowering her face towards mine. My eyes moved to her breasts before moving back to her eyes. “I know you used to look at me when you were younger. I didn’t mind as I figured you would learn what a real woman looks like. But I did wonder… Did you think of me when you jerked off later?”

“Huh?”

“When you grabbed your cock and masturbated, did you think of me?”

I tried to act normally while I shrugged. “Sometimes,” I admitted.

The smirk increased. “Well, well, I learn something new every day. My son likes MILF porn and now I learn he used to jerk off, thinking of his mother.”

“I was a kid. It was…” I trailed off as I wasn’t going to win this argument despite the fact I wondered if she wanted to know if I jerked off thinking about her.

“Consider me flattered that a younger man found me so attractive that he used to masturbate to the thought of me,” she stated before leaning forward, gently kissing my cheek.

“Um, I’m glad you’re flattered.”

She grabbed my hand and dragged me to my feet. The towel around my waist fell to the ground as she stepped forward and hugged me. I felt heat rise to my cheeks as my erection pressed into her. “I missed you,” she said quietly.

“I missed you too, Mum,” I replied, trying not to make it appear too obvious that I was attempting to pull away because of my erection that throbbed between us.

She took a couple of steps back and looked me up and down again. I attempted to cover up but then figured What’s the bloody point? So I let the towel drop down the ground so she could look me up and down completely naked, my cock standing proudly at attention. That’s the effect you have on me, Mum. She was quiet for a few moments. “Yes, you are a fine specimen. A fine one indeed.” She made to reach out and I wondered if she was actually going to grab my cock, and I’ll admit that I wanted her to. Then she seemed to think better of it. “You’d better get ready. We should go in about fifteen minutes.”

“Okay, Mum.”

I could have used another five minutes to jerk off because I was about ready to explode.

Thankfully, my mother made no mention of what happened earlier as we got into the car, simply stating that I looked very handsome in my trousers and shirt. I didn’t know where we were going but figured it would probably be dinner and drinks somewhere close. I was proven wrong when we ended up on one of the highways leading into the city.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere nice to eat. I’ll park the car at the head office. That won’t be a problem. I can leave it there overnight and pick it up tomorrow morning.”

“Big night planned?”

“Maybe. I’ll see how things go.” That’s cryptic if ever I’ve heard it.

After my mother parked up the car, we ended up walking down the main road, again surprised that she grabbed my hand as we wandered. It wasn’t uncomfortable but it was… a little weird. She didn’t say anything other than that she appreciated a night out with such a handsome young man. All that did was make me blush, which caused her to giggle.

I had no idea of the restaurant we ended up at. I can only say it was fancy. Fancy enough to have someone actually open the door for us. He tipped his hat towards my mother. “Good evening, Miss Smith.”

“Good evening, John.”

“And who is this strapping young man?”

“This is Andrew, my date for the evening.”

I looked at my mum, ready to correct her but she just dragged me onwards. “Have a good night, John,” she called.

“You too, Miss Smith.”

Despite having reservations, we did have to wait for a few minutes, sitting close together in the crowded waiting area. “Date?” I whispered.

“What’s wrong with that?”

I couldn’t actually think of anything wrong. While I wouldn’t exactly say we were on a date, she being my mother and all, I guess looking at it innocently, you could call it that. But, after what happened at home earlier, how innocent was it really? Then I thought Who gives a shit? My mother wants to have a nice night out and who am I to stop her? Just go with it. You never know…

We were eventually shown to our table, candles providing the only major light as the lighting above was otherwise turned down low. I’ll admit that Mum was looking beautiful, the red hair along with the eyeshadow adding depth to her green eyes, while she had added some deep red lipstick to her lips. The dress she wore had a low v-cut and, every time she leaned forward, I could have had a good look at her cleavage if I was so inclined. Which, I’ll admit, I was at times.

The menu was pricey but Mum simply said it was my treat, though I was still respectful and ordered an appetiser, main and dessert that wasn’t too expensive. We also indulged in a bottle of wine that turned into a second by the time we’d finished our main meal. We discussed nothing of any particular importance, mostly around the topics of her work and what I would be doing in the future. She also asked about any girls I may have linked up with.

“I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Were they younger? Older?”

I shrugged. “Only one was younger. The rest were older.”

“What did they look like?”

I knew she was playing games with me. I shrugged again. “Depended on what I was after. Or who was willing to sleep with me.”

“And if you didn’t get lucky, you’d watch some MILF porn?”

A/N — Hello all! To those who have followed me whether before or are new, this was originally called ‘Return of the Son’ but I thought that title was a bit meh, so changed it. Other than that, I’ve reviewed and edited as best I can. Hopefully anyone who reads this does enjoy it. Feedback and comments appreciated as always. I’d reply to every comment if possible but it’s not easy to do as there isn’t an actual ‘reply’ button!

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Chapter 1

“Homeward bound, Andy?” asked David, my best friend at university, as I placed the last of the clothes in my bag.

“Yep. Already been accepted into a job close enough to home that mum pretty much insisted that I move back in.” I shrugged. “I don’t mind. I don’t think she would be lonely, but she would be living alone.”

“No plans to go out into the big wide world?” wondered Brian, my soon to be ex-roommate, busy packing his own things away.

“Not at the moment. The job I’ve got is going to be incredibly well-paid considering I’m stepping into it straight out of university. I know my mother probably helped me get a foot in the door at the same time, but I know my marks and the thesis I presented surely must have helped.”

“So you’ll be living and working with your mum? Bit of a drag,” David stated.

“I have no doubt she’ll be working in a different department. No doubt my first few weeks and months will be spent pushing paper around and being utterly bored out of my mind. But it’s an opportunity I can’t turn down. Global company and leading advancements in all sorts of sciences. It’s win-win. What about you, Brian?”

“Heading to the big city. Got a job at one of those big financial institutions. Lot like you, though. Probably a lot of bullshit to start off with.”

“Kinda glad I’ve got that football contract myself,” David stated, “Who wants to do the nine to five grind?”

“Moving to England, though. Bad food. Bad weather. Some of the women are alright if you like big tits,” I stated.

“True, but Europe is barely a hop, skip and jump away,” he retorted, “Gonna find myself one of those hot eastern European chicks. A Svetlana or something like that.”

“You’ll end up jerking off in your bedroom alone!” Brian joked.

“Fuck off. Got laid more than you during our time here anyway,” Dave stated, flipping him the bird.

“Yeah, but both of us more than him,” Brian added, pointing at me.

“Don’t drag me into your bullshit, dick swinging contests. And I got laid enough to at least empty my balls every so often. But you know I had to concentrate on my work. It was pass or get kicked out.”

“Just yanking your chain, Andy,” Dave stated.

I cracked him on the shoulder. “I know. Just don’t be a cunt.”

I’d already boxed up and despatched anything I wanted to send home a couple of weeks earlier. The large bag was full of everything else I had required until leaving the dorm. A smaller bag contained my laptop and reading tablet. After one last lengthy check that we’d packed up everything, we wandered out of the room, dropping our keys at the reception before leaving the campus for the final time. The three of us shared handshakes and bro-hugs before each of us getting into our taxi. I was heading straight to the airport as I was flying to the other end of the country. David lived only a few miles from the university while Brian was not flying out until the next day.

I scored at check-in as I found myself bumped up to business class. I don’t think I was flirting with the girl behind the desk but she asked where I was heading, had I been at the local university, what had I studied and all sorts of other personal questions and, bingo, upgrade. I thanked her profusely and, for some reason, she handed me a second blank boarding pass with her number on it. I kept it though figured it was pointless considering I was leaving.

The flight would take a couple of hours so I settled back in the relative comfort of business class, enjoying the space and attention from the stewards, constantly asking if I was hungry, thirsty or required anything. With plenty of time, I enjoyed the ambience and found my mind wandering to thoughts of home and the future.

Not to gloat but I am a rather intelligent young man, though I can say that thanks to a certain pair of genes, those being from my mother, Susan. Or Sue. Sometimes even Susie. To me, she was just Mum. She did make a ‘mistake’ by falling pregnant with me at a young age, before she’d even graduated high school. The man who fathered me showed no interest and quickly disappeared from the scene, but that didn’t stop her from giving birth to me, completing her studies and graduating with high marks before obtaining a scholarship to university. Despite being a young mother, she managed to juggle motherhood and her class work, and though she split each year by doing six months’ full time and six months’ part time, she graduated only a year later than anyone she may have started with.

Mum noticed my intelligence at an early age and did everything possible to ensure I was always learning. She pushed me and, while annoying at times, I understood why. She wanted me to be the best I can be and not to waste any gifts I may have. I graduated primary school quicker than the other children of a similar age before graduating high school by the time I was sixteen. A number of universities clamoured for my signature and I eventually agreed to what I considered the best.

After only four years of hard graft and solid work, I graduated near enough to top of the class, with honours, and with a number of companies offering me contracts for work. I spoke to Mum about it and she suggested I move home and work for her company, explaining the benefits of why that would be a good choice. Considering she’d never steered me wrong before, I chose her company and would return home once I’d graduated.

I’d seen my mother at graduation, but wasn’t surprised that she had to rush home and back to work, though I knew she’d be at the airport to meet me. I’ll admit I was looking forward to returning home. I enjoyed living at the dormitory, but I found that, apart from my close friends, I had little in common with many of my fellow students. I know I spent a lot of my time studying, and while I tried to socialise, I’ll also admit that it wasn’t my forte.

Once we’d landed and I’d grabbed my bag, I wandered out into the departure lounge, looking for the blonde hair of my mum. I was about six-foot-tall, so could see over most of the crowd, but couldn’t see her anywhere. Then I heard someone shout my name and noticed a red haired woman make her way through the crowd. Mum? It was her as the voice gave it away. And, once she appeared, my jaw dropped. She looked… stunning. Not just the hair but what she was wearing. She always dressed smartly but… Well, I’d always thought my mother was a beautiful young woman, no problem with that. But a simple change of hair and a different wardrobe caused some rather uncomfortable feelings because she didn’t look like my mum.

“Andrew!” she yelled before wrapping her arms around me. Mum always called me Andrew. I didn’t mind.

I completed the hug. “Hello, Mum.”

I felt her squeeze me hard, not surprising as I know she had missed me. I’d missed her too. “It’s good to see you.”

I couldn’t help the chuckle. “You saw me a couple of weeks ago.”

She released me and looked up at me from her height of five and a half feet, if she was lucky. “I saw you and perhaps spent a couple of minutes talking to you.” My face must have fallen. “Don’t worry, I understand. It was a big day in your life.” She grabbed my hand. “Grab your bag and we’ll get out of here.”

I did as she requested as we weaved through the crowds out into the car park. I wasn’t surprised to see that she had the latest sports car as her mode of transportation. After placing my bag in the boot, she made sure to pop the top down, placing on a pair of sunglasses before she floored it once we’d gone through the barriers.

“Nice car,” I shouted over the wind.

“I know. The engine purrs when stopped but the growl it makes when you put your foot down,” doing what she’d just said as an example, “Certainly gets the blood pumping.”

I looked at her as she drove and she glanced towards me, just smiling away. What’s making her so happy? I couldn’t help but run an eye down her, thankful for my own sunglasses. Despite approaching forty, her breasts were full and I think gravity hadn’t taken hold just yet. Maybe she wears good bras. She’d always taken care of herself, eating right and exercising, so she was slim, my eyes crawling down over her body to her shapely legs. She may have been shorter than me, but she’d always had good legs.

“Andrew?”

“Huh?” I stuttered, blinking rapidly, thankful again for the sunglasses.

“What are you looking at?” I felt heat rise into my cheeks and knew I was blushing. “Were you checking out your own mother?”

I shrugged. “You look good, Mum. I couldn’t help it.”

She gently clasped my knee. “You sure know how to make a woman approaching forty feel good.”

“You’ve got a couple of years yet, Mum. Anyway, don’t they always say life begins at forty?”

“My life resumes now that my boy has come home. I can’t thank you enough for that.”

“Miss me, eh?” I asked, knowing I was teasing.

She looked right at me. “More than you could imagine. But, yes, I’ve missed you the past few years. I’m glad you’ve come home.”

I wondered what she meant by that but she pulled off the freeway and I left her to concentrate on driving as the traffic increased. As we approached the suburbs and what I knew to be home, our conversation resumed.

“What’s with the hair?” I asked.

She raised a hand, running it through. “Do you like it?”

“I didn’t recognise you. Like a new woman. But, yeah, I like it. No… I love it. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re gorgeous.”

“Not your mother?”

Shrugging, I said, “If I didn’t know it was you, I’d have certainly checked you out.” I shrugged again. “I’ll admit I kinda did anyway. It was unexpected. But, I’ll be honest, Mum, you’re gorgeous.”

She gently squeezed my knee again. “You’re a real sweetie. I’m glad you approve.”

Mum, some of the thoughts I’ve had since greeting you at the airport would certainly not be appropriate for sharing. We continued to chit chat until we arrived home. The house hadn’t changed at least, or it hadn’t on the outside. Inside, Mum had certainly decorated and it was a far more pleasant household than the one I’d left four years earlier. I had to mention my approval, once again to the delight of my mum. It was quite pathetic how a simple smile on her face caused me to fall weak at the knees.

My bedroom had changed slightly. It had been cleaned up, with a new double bed, new wardrobes but many of the bits and pieces I’d gathered as hobbies had been kept and placed on new shelves. Mum stood in the doorway as I dumped my bag on the bed. “You’ll find your porno mags in your bedside table.” I know I flinched, the laughter of my mother echoing in the silence. “I didn’t care, Andrew. Though I’ll admit your interests were… amusing.”

I turned and sat on the bed. “How so?” I wondered.

“Well, I noticed a theme regarding most of your magazines.”

“You should see the video collection on my laptop,” I retorted.

“Interesting…” she stated before trailing off, then clapped her hands. “Right, I’m just going to have a shower and get changed. We’re going out for dinner then a few drinks to celebrate your new job and the fact my boy is once again home.”

“Cool,” I said, checking my watch I asked, “What time?”

“We’ll head out around eight-thirty, so a few hours from now. But there’s no rush. We’ll go out when we’re ready.”

I spent some time in my room, finding the magazines pointed out by my mother. So I like older women and MILFs. What’s wrong with that? Plenty of young men do. After enjoying a hot shower, thanks to an all new system, I checked myself out in the mirror. As I said, I was tall enough, with thick dark hair that certainly didn’t come from my mother, with blue eyes, again different to her green. I stepped back as I removed the towel, looking down my flat stomach, over my flaccid cock. I couldn’t be unhappy with how I looked.

Wrapping the towel around me again, I wandered out and turned left instead of right. Wonder if I’ll be able to do what I used to? As I said, I always found my mother to be beautiful and didn’t think there was anything wrong with checking her out. Call it youthful innocence. I could hear her singing quietly away to herself so I knew she was getting ready. She’d left the door nearly wide open but I made sure I couldn’t really be seen. She was standing in profile to me and I couldn’t help but be amazed at the fine specimen she still was. The red hair was currently wet and slicked back as my eyes moved down over her shapely breasts, which, even without a bra, were still relatively pert. Her stomach was flat, almost toned, before she swivelled and I got a good view of her trimmed pussy. I felt my cock slightly start to swell at the sight. Think unsexy thoughts… That was the thought as I watched my mother swivel the other way, unable to take my eyes of her arse as she bent over, I think putting some cream on her legs. I got a tremendous full view of her pussy there and then and my erection throbbed, appearing through my towel. I quickly headed back to my bedroom and had to resist the urge to masturbate. I’d done that often enough when I was growing up.

I was sitting on my bed, urging my erection to go down, when there was a knock at the door. I crossed one leg over the other as I answered. The door opened, my mother appearing in just a bra and panties. That just made my erection even worse. “Did you need me for something?”

Shit. “No. Why?”

“I saw you at the door,” she stated, though there was a smirk I didn’t understand. I thought she would have been furious.

“No. No. I… Uh, realised what I needed.”

Her eyes moved from my own down my body towards the tent my cock was no doubt making in my towel. Her eyes then moved back to my own. “You’ve looked after yourself, Andrew. You’re a good looking young man.”

“You look good too, Mum,” I replied, unable to hide the fact I looked her up and down. She was just… beautiful.

“Did you like what you saw?” I opened my mouth but couldn’t say anything. Then she stepped forward, lowering her face towards mine. My eyes moved to her breasts before moving back to her eyes. “I know you used to look at me when you were younger. I didn’t mind as I figured you would learn what a real woman looks like. But I did wonder… Did you think of me when you jerked off later?”

“Huh?”

“When you grabbed your cock and masturbated, did you think of me?”

I tried to act normally while I shrugged. “Sometimes,” I admitted.

The smirk increased. “Well, well, I learn something new every day. My son likes MILF porn and now I learn he used to jerk off, thinking of his mother.”

“I was a kid. It was…” I trailed off as I wasn’t going to win this argument despite the fact I wondered if she wanted to know if I jerked off thinking about her.

“Consider me flattered that a younger man found me so attractive that he used to masturbate to the thought of me,” she stated before leaning forward, gently kissing my cheek.

“Um, I’m glad you’re flattered.”

She grabbed my hand and dragged me to my feet. The towel around my waist fell to the ground as she stepped forward and hugged me. I felt heat rise to my cheeks as my erection pressed into her. “I missed you,” she said quietly.

“I missed you too, Mum,” I replied, trying not to make it appear too obvious that I was attempting to pull away because of my erection that throbbed between us.

She took a couple of steps back and looked me up and down again. I attempted to cover up but then figured What’s the bloody point? So I let the towel drop down the ground so she could look me up and down completely naked, my cock standing proudly at attention. That’s the effect you have on me, Mum. She was quiet for a few moments. “Yes, you are a fine specimen. A fine one indeed.” She made to reach out and I wondered if she was actually going to grab my cock, and I’ll admit that I wanted her to. Then she seemed to think better of it. “You’d better get ready. We should go in about fifteen minutes.”

“Okay, Mum.”

I could have used another five minutes to jerk off because I was about ready to explode.

Thankfully, my mother made no mention of what happened earlier as we got into the car, simply stating that I looked very handsome in my trousers and shirt. I didn’t know where we were going but figured it would probably be dinner and drinks somewhere close. I was proven wrong when we ended up on one of the highways leading into the city.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere nice to eat. I’ll park the car at the head office. That won’t be a problem. I can leave it there overnight and pick it up tomorrow morning.”

“Big night planned?”

“Maybe. I’ll see how things go.” That’s cryptic if ever I’ve heard it.

After my mother parked up the car, we ended up walking down the main road, again surprised that she grabbed my hand as we wandered. It wasn’t uncomfortable but it was… a little weird. She didn’t say anything other than that she appreciated a night out with such a handsome young man. All that did was make me blush, which caused her to giggle.

I had no idea of the restaurant we ended up at. I can only say it was fancy. Fancy enough to have someone actually open the door for us. He tipped his hat towards my mother. “Good evening, Miss Smith.”

“Good evening, John.”

“And who is this strapping young man?”

“This is Andrew, my date for the evening.”

I looked at my mum, ready to correct her but she just dragged me onwards. “Have a good night, John,” she called.

“You too, Miss Smith.”

Despite having reservations, we did have to wait for a few minutes, sitting close together in the crowded waiting area. “Date?” I whispered.

“What’s wrong with that?”

I couldn’t actually think of anything wrong. While I wouldn’t exactly say we were on a date, she being my mother and all, I guess looking at it innocently, you could call it that. But, after what happened at home earlier, how innocent was it really? Then I thought Who gives a shit? My mother wants to have a nice night out and who am I to stop her? Just go with it. You never know…

We were eventually shown to our table, candles providing the only major light as the lighting above was otherwise turned down low. I’ll admit that Mum was looking beautiful, the red hair along with the eyeshadow adding depth to her green eyes, while she had added some deep red lipstick to her lips. The dress she wore had a low v-cut and, every time she leaned forward, I could have had a good look at her cleavage if I was so inclined. Which, I’ll admit, I was at times.

The menu was pricey but Mum simply said it was my treat, though I was still respectful and ordered an appetiser, main and dessert that wasn’t too expensive. We also indulged in a bottle of wine that turned into a second by the time we’d finished our main meal. We discussed nothing of any particular importance, mostly around the topics of her work and what I would be doing in the future. She also asked about any girls I may have linked up with.

“I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Were they younger? Older?”

I shrugged. “Only one was younger. The rest were older.”

“What did they look like?”

I knew she was playing games with me. I shrugged again. “Depended on what I was after. Or who was willing to sleep with me.”

“And if you didn’t get lucky, you’d watch some MILF porn?”

That just made me smile. Now that everything was out in the open, we sat back again in silence, drinking wine, listening to the music. It wasn’t long until Mum rested her head on my shoulder, wrapping an arm around her as she wrapped an arm around my chest. I thought she was going to sleep but she didn’t, instead occasionally squeezing me, absolutely content.

“Want to make out for a bit?” she asked sometime later.

That made me chuckle. “Um… Yeah, sure.”

I mean, I’d be stupid to say no, right? So we made out and it didn’t take long for hands to start wandering. I know she spent time appreciated my body. I wasn’t what you would call muscular, but despite my youth, the years of training at university had certainly broadened my shoulders and given my body a bit of definition at least. Mum was just fit and it wasn’t long until she was laying back on the couch underneath me. Eventually she broke our make out session, leaning back slightly.

“I know you want to take this slow so… Would you like to watch me masturbate again?”

I nodded, immediately scooting back to give her room. She spread her legs as much as she could, lifting her skirt before she completely disrobed. I almost slapped my forehead when I realised she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. Her pussy was already glistening from the excitement as she lay back, running her hands along her body though her eyes never left mine.

Watching my mother masturbate was probably the hottest thing I’d ever seen to that day in my life. It wasn’t the night before, where it was dark and barely took a few minutes. She really took her time as she spent time playing with her nipples and breasts, running her hands across her body before she finally started to finger her pussy or gently flick her clit.

“Masturbate too, baby,” she asked.

Well, I’m not one to say no to my mother so I quickly had my erect cock out but I wasn’t worried about trying to cum. I simply drank in the view of her. I did move even closer and I swear I could feel the heat radiate from her sex as she continued to play with herself. I think she was close to orgasm a few times but slowed down. I’ll admit I was tempted to join in but… As we’d agreed, we’d take it slow. There was certainly no rush for us to simply enjoy a fumble though I knew we both wanted to.

“I’m going to cum, baby,” she cried in between the series of moans, her body starting to spasm as what must have been one hell of an orgasm took hold. Once she’d settled down, I simply listened to her deep breathing, her eyes still locked on mine before they moved down to my groin.

“Are you going to cum? Would you like to cum on Mum again?” Then she smirked. “How about this; tits or mouth?”

“Mouth,” I replied immediately.

We spent a few awkward seconds getting into position as I was already rather close to ejaculating. Her face was so close to my cock that she could have probably touched it with her tongue. Which is what she did a few seconds later. I groaned, stating I was about to cum, so she wrapped her lips around my cock just as I started to shoot ropes. It was another fantastic orgasm and Mum didn’t spill a drop, her hands wrapped around my waist as I finally finished. She looked up at me with a large grin on her face, opening her mouth to show it was empty.

“Yummy,” she stated.

“Holy shit! That’s….”

“Hot?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Broken record, right?”

“You think I’m both hot and attractive, Andrew. I’m not going to complain.”

*****

Once I started the new job, we fell into a routine. We always had breakfast together before heading to work. We didn’t work in the same department because, as I’d expected, I was going to spend some time doing boring odd-jobs. I didn’t let it get me down though. Mum always came to grab me and we enjoyed lunch together, ensuring we joined other people so we didn’t look… weird. The days were long but we always left together, and I always made sure I helped with the cooking duties once we got home, including preparing lunches the next day.

In addition to the ‘normal’ aspects of our daily lives, we continued to experiment with other, taking our time. We hadn’t had intercourse yet. I know I wanted to. I know she wanted to. But there was no rush. That’s not to say we weren’t doing other things though. We were doing plenty.

I’d discovered that my mother was, like me, a complete exhibitionist. She had no problem undressing in front of me, coming into my room completely naked if she wanted something, while I must have spent most nights in her room watching her masturbate. It wasn’t long until I was starting to help out, first with my hands but I was desperate to taste her. It wasn’t something we planned. We didn’t plan anything. It would happen if it did, but Mum was in the moment and I leapt at the opportunity. She certainly didn’t stop me. In fact, I felt her hand on the back of my head and she pushed her pussy into my face. It didn’t take long for her to have a shuddering orgasm. Once her body had stopped quivering, she dragged me in for a kiss, not shocking me at all considering my mouth and chin was coated with her juices, before she asked, “Who taught you how to eat pussy?”

“I got some practice in with others before I gave the best to you, Mum.”

“You’re such a sweetie.”

“Always the best for you, Mum.”

“Give me a few minutes to recover and, if you want, you can do it again.”

“I’d eat you out all night if you asked.”

That was the green light to me spending plenty of nights with my head between her legs. I’m not going to gloat about how many times I made her orgasm but there were some long nights where I left her an exhausted, sweaty mess by the time we were ready for bed. Not just in bed, either. I’d occasionally surprise her around the house, coming up from behind and wrapping her in a hug. Sometimes, it was just a hug, mother to son. Sometimes, I had other intentions which she realised, particularly if my erection pressed into her.

Another thing I learned is that Mum loved to suck my cock. She knew about my sexual partners and she said, apart from the man who provided the sperm for my birth, her list of partners was… small. When I asked, her reason was simple. “I was far too busy, either at school, university or at work, and then I was raising you at the same time.” I’d had other experienced ladies go down on me so Mum was content to admit her lack of experience giving head was perhaps unusual for someone her age. But I knew what I liked and she had no problem listening to my suggestions. It didn’t take long until she could make me cum within minutes of swallowing my cock, though she appeared to enjoy taking a load on her tits or stomach. “I’m used to it after those first few times,” she stated.

So that was our lives for quite a while. A lot of kissing and fondling. And a lot, and I mean a lot, of oral sex. Some weekends we wore each other out, barely leaving the bedroom from walking into the house on Friday night to Sunday night. We were like new lovers in the honeymoon phase, yet our phase appeared never-ending. Mum was insatiable and was as often the instigator of a bout of sexual relations as I was. That made me feel special as well, which is what I guess mothers should do!

The days passed into weeks and it was while being driven home one day that Mum dropped a bombshell, albeit a good one. “I see you’re progressing well at work.”

I shrugged. “I just had to get noticed.”

“You are. Your name is on everyone’s lips. I’ve had plenty of the big bosses come and see me, asking all about you.”

“What do you say?”

“That my son eats his mother’s’ pussy like a champ.” I cracked up laughing. “But seriously, they’re very impressed, Andrew. Which is why I’ve managed to get you a spot with me to the next conference.”

“Awesome. Where?”

“Paris.”

“You’re shitting me?”

She laughed at my disbelief. “No. It’s just going to be me and you for four days in Paris. How does that sound?”

“When do we go?” I asked eagerly.

“In two weeks. We fly out on Wednesday, have a day to acclimate and the conference set to take place on Friday. We then have two days to ourselves before flying back on Monday.”

Those were the longest two weeks of my life as I waited to jet off to another country with my Mum and I knew, in the back of my mind, that this would be where we would take the final step. I don’t think we’d been waiting for the perfect moment but to jet away to the ‘City of Lights’, have a hotel room to ourselves and visit one of the most romantic places on Earth, I think we subconsciously decided together that it would be there that we would consummate our physical relationship.

We travelled business and had a pair of seats near a window to ourselves. It was during the flight that Mum decided to share some stories about work.

“Quite a few of the girls in the lab and the office have taken a fancy to you, Andrew.”

Not to sound too cocky but that wasn’t too much of a surprise. I wasn’t completely ignorant of the attention I received. “How many?” I wondered.

“Oh, at least a dozen have approached me, asking if you were single. Some are curious as to why you show them absolutely no attention.”

“And what do you say?”

She leaned in close to my ear so no-one could hear. “I say he’s too busy eating his mum’s pussy to worry about some idiot little girl. And that no-one could suck his cock like his Mum.” I burst into laughter as she kissed my cheek. “No, I just say he’s with someone and it’s quite serious. Now they are left wondering who it is as neither of us actually talk about our private lives.”

“Do you get any interest?”

She shrugged. “I do but I tell them I’m not interested. I have the one man in my life I want. They probably think I’m some lonely old woman who fosters far too much attention on her son.” She smirked. “They’d be absolutely right in a certain way.”

Upon landing, we were escorted to our hotel, a grand old building that looked hundreds of years old. There was a concierge who welcomed us, a porter helped take our bags but it was when Mum introduced us as ‘Mr and Mrs Smith’ that made me do a double take. I managed to shut my mouth just in time from asking a question that would have put her foot in it as I could see the look in her eye as she spoke with the receptionist.

“Enjoy your time in Paris, Mr and Mrs Smith,” the receptionist stated.

“We plan on it,” my mother stated and I swear the receptionist blushed as the insinuation in her tone was obvious. She glanced at me, fire in her eyes and I couldn’t help the gulp.

The room was exquisite, the bed in the middle of the room enormous as we walked out onto the balcony and took in the view.

“I want to go up the Eiffel Tower,” Mum stated.

“Of course.”

“Would you be interested in visiting the Louvre?” I nodded. “Is there anything in particular you want to see?”

I shrugged. “I’m not sure. Why don’t we just wander around and see where the day eventually takes us?”

“As long as we go up the tower, I don’t mind either way.” She leaned into me as we continued to take in the view. “Oh, one more thing, Andrew.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re going to fuck me this weekend. I think it’s about time, don’t you think?”

I just chuckled. “I know. I’ve been thinking the same thing.”

She kissed me again. “Just thought you should know what I really want.”

We spent all of Thursday hard at work, preparing for the conference the next day, managing to keep our hands off each other… for most of the time. There may have been a sneaky blowjob during lunch, while we did end up in bed together after a nightcap, spending a good hour enjoying the taste of my Mum’s pussy, bringing her to orgasm time and again. In the low light provided as we lay back once she claimed to be finally worn out, I couldn’t help but admire her beauty, drinking in her naked body. She even started to blush as my eyes wandered.

“I can’t believe my son looks at me with such… hunger in his eyes,” she said quietly.

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful, Mum. You know that.”

“What do you like best?”

I laughed. “That question’s a trap if ever I heard one.” But she gave me a serious look so I said, “Your eyes.”

A broad smile appeared. “I was expecting you to say something else.”

“Oh, I appreciate every inch of you, from your tiny feet to your red hair, but when you look at me with that sparkle in your eyes, is it little wonder I’m lying here with you now, having just done what I’ve done, as a son to his own mother?”

She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. “No, I guess not,” she said quietly, “I sometimes have to pinch myself that my own son loves me in such a way. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Friday was a washout in the sense that we barely spent any time together, Mum in a series of meetings, as was I, not even managing to get together for our usual lunch while we were seated separately at dinner, though that didn’t stop us from sharing the occasional glance before she smiled at me, causing me to smile in return. I received one or two questions about who she was and I didn’t know what to say. But, considering some people may know who we may have been, I thought being honest would probably be the best course of action, particularly if news filtered back home and the last thing either of us wanted was awkward questions.

Unsurprisingly we were both exhausted by the time we arrived back at the hotel, the clock close enough to striking midnight. I don’t think either of us were up to doing anything, probably the first time in quite a while, but that didn’t stop Mum from thinking of something romantic, as the bathroom had an enormous tub so we eventually lay back together under the bubbles, enjoying a bottle of wine, the only light provided by candles. It was definitely one of the most romantic nights we had spent together as my hands simply stroked her body under the water, occasionally teasing her but neither of us really doing anything to bring about an orgasm.

We were up early on Saturday, or at least Mum was, desperate to get out and see the sights available. I’ll admit I was still knackered after the day before so Mum did the only thing that would get me out of the bed. She crawled up the bed until her face was above mine, opening my eyes to see a broad smile before she kissed me. That woke me up as my hands quickly moved though she slapped them away with a giggle. “Later, Andrew. I want to see the tower, remember?”

Strolling around Paris hand in hand, we probably looked like just another of the tens of thousands of couples who figured the city was one of the most romantic in the world. We took in some of the sights, wandering along the Champs-Élysées before heading into the Louvre, taking a couple of hours to wander around, seeing the major sights, wanting to spend more time but, well, it was a little crowded. After heading to the Latin Quarter for a spot of lunch, we finally headed to the Eiffel Tower, waiting in line with the rest of the tourists for one of the elevators up to the viewing platform.

Once we finally got to the top, the view was breathtakingly spectacular and Mum was beyond excited as we stopped at all four sides, taking the occasional picture together. We spent at least an hour or more there, generally standing in silence as we enjoyed the scenery. “Have you ever seen anything more beautiful, Andrew?”

I looked at her. “Yes. Yes, I have.”

I wasn’t surprised she kissed me after that, and we weren’t alone, plenty of couples being caught up in the moment. I guess Paris did have that about it. Yes, I doubt any of the other couples were mother and son. Though, I guess we were the ultimate proof that you never knew.

We headed back to the hotel for dinner, enjoying an a la carte menu, all of it paid for by the company. Neither of us had anything alcoholic to drink as we knew what was going to happen tonight. We conversed about nothing in particularly, sometimes just enjoying the ambience, sitting hand in hand, Mum continuing to dazzle me with her smile. She’d been happy ever since I’d returned home but I’d say she’d never been happier. Her smile was infectious and I think both of us were grinning like idiots. Even one of the waiters had to mention it, stating he’d never seen a married couple appear more in love than the pair of us. That made Mum burst into laughter as he walked away. “If only he knew,” she added quietly.

After dinner and a coffee, Mum simply stated, “I think it’s time we headed upstairs, Andrew.”

The insinuation was clear.

Once back in our room, I’ll admit to feeling slightly awkward. Generally, whatever happened between us occurred naturally but, knowing what we both had wanted for ages was going to happen tonight, we had to let it happen as naturally as anything else, but knowing the ultimate goal was intercourse. We’d always stopped any time before we got too close. And, believe me, we had got close a few times.

Mum put on some music to set the mood and we enjoyed a dance. I still wasn’t a great dancer but Mum had done her best to teach me some moves. As we danced, we slowly undressed each other, our hands exploring the other’s body. Mum especially loved running her hands up my back and over my shoulders. I know I was slightly bigger than I was when I returned home but Mum practically cooed about my muscles, always saying how much of a man her son was. It usually made me blush, as I was usually the one to pour compliments her way.

I positioned Mum back until she sat down on the bed and she shuffled backwards up the bed, spreading her legs to expose her glistening pussy as she beckoned me with a finger. I crawled across the bed, stopping above her sex, feeling the heat radiate from it and enjoying the scent of her excitement. A single flick of my tongue on her clit caused her to spasm, causing me to chuckle at her reaction. I gently ate her out, savouring the taste of her juices, quite happy to do it for as long as she wanted.

Which wasn’t long, as despite the moans and body movements I’d learned, she was soon begging me to stop. I looked up into her eyes, no doubt my mouth and chin glistening from her juices, as she said “I need you inside me.”

Who wouldn’t want to hear their mother say that to them? Only me? Probably.

Mum shuffled again as she ran her hands up my arms, positioning my cock near her entrance. “I’m probably going to cum in about two minutes,” I warned her.

She giggled. “You’re that excited?”

“You know I’ve thought about this moment for years.”

“We have all night, baby. Now put your cock in mummy’s pussy.”

Well, I’m not one to refuse my mother anything so, after taking a deep breath to calm myself, I slowly inserted my cock inside her thoroughly soaking sex. Once fully inserted, I just had to stop and take some deep breaths again, while enjoying the feeling of her cunt at the same time. Mum simply moaned, “Oh… my…. God,” enjoying the sensation of her son absolutely buried inside her.

I slowly started to thrust and I wasn’t wrong about not lasting long. Thankfully Mum was already completely excited so, while she might not orgasm before I did, I’d make sure she did later. I quickly picked up the pace as I felt on the verge of orgasm.

“Mum, I’m going to cum,” I groaned.

“Then cum in me, baby. Cum inside your mother like a good boy.”

So I did, hearing her talk like that helped as I thrusted away. Another thirty seconds, I pumped my mother so full of cum I thought it was about to pour out her nostrils. I nearly collapsed on top of her, barely holding myself up as she simply kissed me, running her hands up my arms and down my back as I remained inside her, surprised that my cock wasn’t exactly softening. Or, at least, not as quickly as it usually did. But neither of us made any motion to disconnect.

“Your cock feels so good inside me, baby,” Mum said quietly, “I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

I kissed her again. “Me too, Mum.” Then I chuckled. “And, the thing is, it doesn’t feel in any way wrong. Sure, it feels completely naughty, but the fact my cock is currently buried inside my mother feels…”

“Right?” she asked, almost hopeful.

“Completely and utterly,” I replied.

Still being a young man, and considering my cock was still inside her, we made out and it wasn’t long before I felt it start to lengthen again. Mum moaned as it did before she pushed me to the side. I knew what she wanted as I lay back and watched her straddle me before lowering herself down, cum dripping out of her pussy though neither of us cared. There was a lot more of that to… come.

She was soon bouncing up and down on my cock and I enjoyed listening to her moans, her deep breathing, watching her breasts jiggle, her head rolled back in absolute bliss before she lowered herself down, her eyes gazing into mine. She lowered her lips to mine, accepting her tongue, as she started to bounce in a way that ensured she’d rub her clit at the same time. I had my hands on her waist before moving then down to her ass, smiling to myself as I gently playing with her butthole.

She smiled as she kissed me. “Naughty.”

“You know I love your bum.”

“Maybe one day you can stick your cock in it.”

I hadn’t even given it a thought but Mum laughed as she thought my cock grew another inch inside her at the very thought. Clasping both hands on one cheek each, I began to meet her bounces and soon the sound of skin slapping skin echoed around the room as Mum practically screamed, her head falling down next to my ear and just hearing her breathing almost sent me over the edge.

“Fuck me, baby. Make your mother cum.”

I flipped her over, threw her legs over my shoulders and fucked my mother senseless. It wasn’t long until she was crying out as an orgasm overcame her, probably one of the strongest I’d even seen her have, feeling her legs quiver as they dropped from my shoulders before she spread them wide, her pussy now completely exposed. I was going to stop to give her a moment but she reached forward and pulled me forward. “Don’t stop, baby. Keep going. Keep going.” Never one to disappoint my mother, I kept going and was stunned as a second orgasm quickly followed the first. I think she almost passed out from bliss.

I was now bathed in sweat, though not feeling exhausted, as I continued to pump my mother. She appeared exhausted herself but made no signal for me to stop. Instead, she smirked. “Are you going to cum again, baby?”

“Not yet.”

“So you’re going to keep fucking your mother?”

“If she wants me to.”

“Keep fucking me, baby.”

I was impressing myself with my stamina, though wasn’t surprised I didn’t feel the need to cum again considering the load I’d dumped in her earlier. I slowed the pace, though, simply to let her catch her breath, leaning down to kiss her. She glistened with sweat after our exertions but had never looked sexier. She reached up and stroked my cheek.

“I love you,” she said quietly.

I stopped for a moment. “I love you too, Mum.” And we both knew what we really meant with those three words.

Eventually feeling worn out and with no urge to cum again, I stopped and we cuddled under the covers, my arms wrapped around her as she stroked my arms. We lay like that for a while before she turned around and her eyes were glistening, like she was crying.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m being silly, but I’m in love with a man and can’t tell a single soul about it because that man just happens to be my son. I want to stand on the rooftops and shout it out for everyone to hear, yet because of who I am and who you are, I have to keep it a secret.”

“I know how you feel.”

A crooked smile appeared. “Sorry, I was being selfish.”

I kissed her forehead. “No you weren’t. I understand how you feel but… I wouldn’t swap this for anything in the world.”

She stroked my cheek again. “Neither would I,” she stated before kissing me again.

We made love the rest of the night and into the early morning. I did wonder if anyone heard us, particularly when Mum or I yelled out who the partner may have been. Perhaps anyone who did hear us thought we were a simple pair of kinky role-players? In between rounds of lovemaking, we either cuddled under the covers or wandered out onto the balcony to view Paris under the lights. Mum even surprised me with a blowjob out in the open, before I upped the ante by fucking her against the railings, the sounds of my groin slapping against her butt cheeks almost echoing across the entire city. If that didn’t wake people, her moans certainly did.

I slept like a log once we finally went to sleep though wasn’t surprised to be gently woken by the feeling of a pair of lips around my cock. I motioned for Mum to turn around, swinging her legs around so her cunt was above my face. A pre-breakfast orgasm is always the best way to start the day, though sharing a shower with her after the act was even better as we washed each other down, no doubt both of us stinking of sex, cum and sweat.

We dressed and headed down for breakfast, the smile on mum’s face never leaving, and we received grins in return from all the staff and even other guests. Mum didn’t let go of my hand, even when we sat down though did grudgingly let go once we started eating breakfast. I think we were drunk on each other and completely in love. I know I stared at her from time to time as she’d stop and run a hand through her hair and over her ear, asking, “What?” Each time, I just smiled and told her that I loved her. That simply broadened her smile. The urge to take her there and then on the table was almost overwhelming.

Sunday was almost a repeat of the previous day, spending most of the time wandering the city, finding small avenues off the beaten path, Mum spending time popping from shop to shop. One thing I had learned was her excellent command of the French language, leaving me feeling like a slight dullard as I barely knew a dozen words. Otherwise, we strolled hand in hand, spending time sitting by the Seine as we ate a casual lunch before Mum suggested she wanted to do more shopping. I wasn’t going to complain as she purchased one or two items of clothing that she would wear which were clearer bought for myself in mind.

Once back at the hotel, we grabbed an early dinner before heading upstairs back to our room. I wasn’t sure what Mum wanted to do so I figured I’d let her take the lead. I’d learned to my surprise that she often liked me to take control but, this time, I’d let her take charge. Unsurprisingly, we ended up in the hot-tub again, Mum laying back against me as we enjoyed soaking in hot water and plenty of bubbles. Mum relaxed as my hands wandered her body, all the way from her thighs to her shoulders. She certainly enjoyed it from the moans she occasionally made though I barely touched her pussy or breasts, so I learned something new at least.

The water eventually cooled and Mum shooed me out of the bathroom, grabbing a couple of bags she’d bought and telling me to wait until she was dressed. I sat on the edge of the bed, twiddling my thumbs, listening as Mum sang to herself in the bedroom. I heard the hairdryer at least, so I knew she was drying her hair, but had little idea what else she was up to.

The door opened perhaps twenty minutes to half an hour later. I stood up as Mum appeared and the sight took my breath away. She was dressed in a figure hugging but strapless red dress, showing off her shapely breasts, down to her waist and over her hips, ending about halfway down her thighs. My eyes continued south as she was also wearing a small pair of red heeled shoes. I heard Mum ask me what I thought as my eyes wandered north again, taking in every single inch of her, noticing the cleavage on display as I gazed at her face, noticing the faint make-up she’d applied, the lipstick that accentuated her lips and the eyeshadow that helped bring her eyes to life, if even that was required, considering I found those her most attractive feature.

I was simply left dumbstruck and, for once, Mum actually appeared awkward standing in front of me, so different to the confident woman she usually was.

“So… What do you think?” she asked quietly.

I couldn’t put what I thought into words. I simply walked forward and wrapped my arms around her and continued to gaze into her eyes. The look she returned suggested everything and nothing in return before she obviously stood up on her tippy-toes to kiss me, the gentlest of kisses that actually said everything. I could only cup and gently stroke her cheek with my thumb, still unable to say anything. Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe her. I simply didn’t have the vocabulary. She then surprised me even more as I noticed a few tears escape her eyes.

“Can we go out?” she finally asked, “I want to go out with you. I want to go out with my son but with my son as my… partner. My lover. My one and only. I know we can’t tell anyone, but I want to go out, you and I. No-one has to know but… I want to be with you, out there, for everyone to see. I want to be with my man, even if it’s only this one time.”

I kissed her gently on the lips. “Give me a few minutes, Mum. Then we can go out. Just you and me,” I whispered.

I had brought clothes for this type of occasion, just in case. Mum watched me as I dressed in a fine pair of trousers, a pressed shirt, a new tie she’d bought for me that day, putting on a pair of polished black dress shoes before throwing on a jacket. Normally I would have been happy with that, but I was doing this for her, so added some of the cologne that she loved.

Once ready, Mum looked me up and down and the smile on her face would have brightened the darkest room. I grabbed her by the hand as we walked out of the room and downstairs towards reception. We hailed a cab and ended up at a nearby club playing the sort of music we both liked. It was a small place, very crowded, but the sort of venue where we were just another couple and would be ignored. We didn’t need any alcohol to end up dancing together, ignoring everyone, our eyes only for each other. Mum joked that she could hear comments from locals about us, all of them complimentary, some of them about the fact a young man such as myself would gaze at a woman of her obvious age with such love and devotion. I wasn’t about to disagree.

I have no idea what time we finally departed. It was definitely after midnight by the time we strolled into the reception of the hotel arm in arm, Mum continuing to gaze at me with a smile on her face. I’d never seen her so happy. Back in our room, she turned the music on and we continued to dance. Eventually Mum looked at me and said two simply words. “Undress me.”

I removed her dress rather quickly, leaving on her red bra and panties, and not bothering to remove her heels. Or, at least, not yet. Our room had a large table, near which a mirror hung on the wall. I positioned Mum near the table and she appeared to understand what I was doing, placing her hands on the table and spreading her legs. I quickly undressed myself until I was only in my briefs before I started to tease her, gently rubbing her pussy through her panties before I got on my knees for a moment and teased her with my tongue. I then caressed her cheeks, pulling her panties to the side to tease her butthole for a minute, then slowly kissed my way up her back, eventually leaning over her to kiss her neck, having discovered that was a rather erogenous zone for her. Our eyes met in the mirror and I could see the desire in them as I just smirked and Mum knew what I was doing. I continued to kiss her neck, across her shoulders while pressing my erection into her, simply to tease her as she pushed back against me, hearing the frustration in her moans. I eventually gave her what she wanted, at least a little bit, moving a hand down below and again gently rubbing her pussy through her panties before moving them to the side and inserting a single finger into her pussy. I couldn’t believe how wet she was and the moan she gave probably woke the hotel when I did so.

I continued to tease her, never giving her more than a finger, barely touching her clit and continuing to simply kiss her. I withdrew my finger and undid her bra, taking it off so I could fondle her breasts, gently caressing her rock hard nipples. I listened to her deep breathing and her moans. I knew my Mum well enough by now to know when she was turned on. And I knew, at this moment, she wasn’t just turned on. She was… aching for me.

She finally turned around and lifted herself onto the table, spreading her legs wide and hooking her hands under her legs, completely exposing her pussy to me. “I need you to fuck me right now, baby.”

As you already know, I’m not one to deny my mother anything. I quickly removed my briefs, my cock having been erect since… Well, that doesn’t matter. All I know is that I lined my cock up and teased her, rubbing my cock against her lips and actually rubbing it against her arsehole. I actually had no intention of ever fucking her arse, her pussy being more than enough for me, but she knew I liked teasing her. She finally started to beg for me to fuck her, so I lined my cock up against her pussy again.

“Say you want me, Mum,” I demanded gently.

“I want you, baby. I want my son’s cock in me.”

I placed my cock head against her opening and we both watched as it entered her wet cunt, both of us moaning as I slowly filled her until my cock had completely disappeared inside her. She continued to hold her legs wide as I wrapped my arms under her armpits, across her back and drew her close to me. I made to kiss her then stopped, continuing to tease her.

“Please fuck me, baby. Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me,” she pleaded.

It almost broke my heart to hear her plead in such a way. So I did what any son would do. I made my mohter happy by fucking her. Not too hard, not too soft. Enough to keep her happy. Probably more than enough as the sound of my groin slapping against hers soon echoed around the room. She made to wrap her legs around me but I stopped her, asking her to keep her legs spread wide, knowing I would thrust deeper inside her. She knew what I meant by that as I could read the fact she was already holding back her orgasm.

I was on the verge of orgasm myself so had to slow down every so often. Mum knew that too and she teased me by using her vaginal muscles to squeeze my cock, the sort of thing that would drive any man wild. Whenever she did that, I simply teased her further by flicking her clit with my thumb, causing her to jolt with pleasure. She also found it rather amusing, and we both laughed after I did it. During all this, we continued to make out, the intensity of the session sharing everything we felt about each other.

“Do you want to cum, baby?” she asked. I had no idea how long we’d been making love but I could see we were both bathed in sweat.

I smiled and figured I did blush. “I’ve been holding back, Mum,” I said quietly.

She stroked my cheek. “Cum in me, baby. You know I want you to.”

“I just want to make you happy.”

She kissed me. “You always make my happy. You always have and you always will.”

“Why don’t we try and cum together?”

“My son, ever the romantic. Can you carry me to bed?”

“Of course.”

Mum didn’t particularly weigh a lot so I could pick her up with ease and carry her to bed, gently placing her down, my cock never leaving her. Once she was laying back, she wrapped her legs around me and urged me to finish. I wanted her to cum too. Normally she did without me worrying, but she was shy when she explained she had also been holding back. So I started to pump my Mum even harder and it wasn’t long until I felt that feeling deep down. I warned her I was ready, and I knew what she wanted, manoeuvring so she was on top.

With that, she actually started to orgasm before me, the spoilsport. It was a bloody good one, as after she cried out in ecstasy, she practically collapsed onto my chest and I exploded at the same time, filling her with cum, yelling her name as I felt my balls completely and utterly empty, thinking I’d never have that sort of orgasm again. It was so good I thought I was about to pass out but then realised it was simply post-orgasm bliss. Mum made no movements to suggest she wanted to get off me.

“Mum?” I asked quietly. She lifted her head to look at me. I wasn’t surprised to see her eyes were moist. “I love you.”

She crawled up my body and kissed me. There was probably more feeling in that kiss that any we’d shared before. “I love you too,” she said quietly. I could only stroke her cheek and gaze into her eyes, almost overcome myself with the feelings bubbling up deep within.

All I knew is, in that moment, I would be with her until the day I died.

*****

Epilogue

“That will be five thousand dollars if you choose to buy it.” I still wasn’t sure and the man behind the counter could see I wasn’t sure either. “Do you know what she likes?” he asked.

“Of course. It’s just…” I trailed off and shrugged, feeling unsure about what I was doing.

“Let me ask you a simple question, sir. What does your lady like?”

“Nothing ostentatious. I just want something as an example to prove how much I love her. But it doesn’t have to be about how much it is. I just want it to be as beautiful as she is.”

The man behind the desk smiled. Then he gestured for me to follow. He pointed a set of rings. “These are not too expensive but I think may be what you desire. I think they are more beautiful than the more expensive rings, but most people are more worried about the price tag rather than what the ring actually looks like. But if your lady is as you say, then perhaps she will appreciate the thought rather than the price.”

“My lady would be worth any price but this is simply… Well, I guess a token of how much she means to me. And how much I love her.”

The man behind the desk paused a moment. “Wait a moment, sir. I think I may have one or two out back that may suit what you actually want.” He returned a couple of minutes later with a tray of rings. “Ignore the price tags, sir. Simply gaze upon them and tell me which one you like. Some may be expensive but others not so. Yet, if you’re willing to buy today, I’m sure we can come to a deal.”

I walked out half an hour later with what I wanted, spending probably more than I originally thought, but the ring was just… perfect. I was confident the lady I was going to give it to would also love it, but there was that feeling in the pit of my gut that worried.

Mum’s car was parked in its usual spot as I parked my car alongside it. I wandered inside and called out, Mum eventually appearing from the spare room, that had once been my bedroom, though we had long ago changed that as we obviously shared a bed and bedroom. Her face lit up with a smile as usual as I walked towards her, sharing a quick kiss.

“Where have you been?”

“Shopping.”

“Oh, anything important?”

“Yes.”

I noticed the curious look she returned as I grabbed her hand and led her towards one of the chairs, gesturing for her to sit down. She did so as I placed the small bag on the table, before taking out the small box.

“Andrew, what have you done?” she asked. I could hear the quiver in her voice.

I got down on one knee in front of her. “I know this can never, ever be official. But you are the only woman I’ve ever wanted in my life. You are my mother. You are my lover. You are my soul mate. And I want to be with you until the day I die.” I opened the box to show her the ring. “I know I can’t ask you to marry me.” I actually started to get emotional. “I want that more than anything, believe me,” I continued, Mum reaching forward to clear away the tear running down my cheek, “But I was hoping you would wear this ring as a symbol of the love we share.”