Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2014 18:19:12 +0000
From: David Skies <mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Mother knows best. Part 1 of 3 parts. (MF, MM, inc)

Mother knows best. Part 1 of 3 parts. (MF, MM, inc)

The author would be pleased to receive constructive feedback and also if
you liked the story.

I apologise in advance for any undiscovered typos despite the proof-reading
but please do say if there are repetitive grammatical errors which you have
found particularly annoying and which I appreciate can drive one to
distraction.

Mr BS. (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)



It started when we met on a round of summer conferences. She was widowed,
and had been for some time, and I had recently started a new job which
requires me to travel around the UK and occasionally abroad. We are both in
our mid-50s.

We got chatting during a particular conference and then again a few weeks
later when we met again at another. We had a pleasant evening; we enjoyed
dinner and later, when we were having drinks, she idly enquired after the
sort of room I had in the hotel as many of the delegates seemed either very
pleased or somewhat disgruntled at their particular rooms.  Her room was,
she said, particularly poor. I suggested that she called in on her way to
her room which was on the floor above mine. I got out of the lift and went
to my door, opened it and stood aside so as to let her in.

She didn't leave until just before 6 o'clock the next morning. Since then
we have met several times, usually at her house where she continues to live
alone. Ben, her unmarried son, having moved out some time before.

It is a satisfactory and convenient relationship which we both enjoy. She
is content to remain widowed and to conduct a discreet affair with me, a
married man. I adjust my route to and from wherever I am going and extend
my time away by one night when I am staying with her. It is an agreeable
arrangement which gave her and me some company with the added bonus of some
very good sex.

One time recently, after we had both quietened down and our breathing
returned to normal, I reached up and untied one of her wrists and then the
other as we kissed. The suggestion of restraints came from her some time
ago as the she was keen to experiment with different things having had, she
told me, a stable but unexceptionable sex life with her former husband.
She had been keen to try various things early in our relationship, firstly
different positions and then into more adventurous role play as her
inhibitions fell away.

In the calm that follows good lovemaking she confided that she thought Ben
had at last found a girlfriend. I said nothing in return and just waited
for her to carry on talking. She said she had been worried about him in a
motherly sort of way; she admitted he had become something of a mother's
boy and she was pleased when he eventually moved out to forge his own
life. I thought at the time that she might have been probing for
information but I remained quiet. Eventually I said that I had to go and
she reminded me that I was going to drop off some of Ben's books at his
house on my way home.

We got up and showered together and indulged in a little light petting and
fondling but I resisted the urge to have sex again. We dressed; had coffee
and then she went to get the books for me to deliver. We said our goodbyes
and I quietly left the house and drove off. Ben's house is about an hour
distant and then a further two hours for me to carry on to my home. I had
left six hours for the three hour journey.

I drove to Ben's house and he was obviously expecting me as his mother had
telephoned ahead. He opened the door as I approached and stood back as I
went in with the parcel of books. I handed them to him which he accepted
but showed very little or no interest.

`Are you leaving straightaway, David' he asked quietly.

`No, I can stay for a couple of hours.'

`Oh good.' he breathed softly and stepped towards me and put his head on my
chest.

I put my arm around him and he looked up at me in that particularly
fetching way he has. Any resolve I had in not continuing with this melted
and I kissed him gently but which he returned eagerly.

He pulled back slightly and looked up at me.

`I'm not in any hurry Ben.' He nodded, and turned towards the stairs.

I enjoyed the thought that within a couple of hours of being aroused by his
mother in a shower, I would be making love with her 24 year-old son.

I held him close to me as we kissed and ran our hands over each other's
naked bodies. I then edged down the bed, kissing his neck, shoulders and
chest until I paused and sucked and then gently pinched both of his nipples
in turn with my lips. I carried down across his flat stomach on the way to
my goal. His penis was rock-hard with its head glistening and slippery with
precum. I teased the head with my mouth, enjoying the slightly salty taste
before taking it into my mouth. I heard Ben take a sharp intake of breath
and felt his hand on my head. I am never too sure who enjoys this the most;
I adore sucking his cock. I love the feel of it in my mouth as I slide it
in and out, milking it of precum with my hand as I do so.

`Turn over Ben.' I said softly.

He rolled over face down and parting his legs slightly. I gazed down at his
hairless body as I lubricated his pert arse using first one finger and then
two; with practiced ease I climbed between his parted legs and slid my hard
penis in gently until I felt the first hint of resistance; I stopped moving
but kept the slightest force and waited. After half a minute or so I felt
his arse muscles gently relax and I slid fully into him in one slow and
smooth movement. He let out a quiet gasp.

We stayed joined or about 20 minutes or so. I occasionally pulled out to
re-lubricate him before entering effortlessly again.  Towards the end I
felt my penis swelling and I think he sensed it to as he pressed back hard
against me as I moved into him, and very soon I came.

I am still at a loss to explain how good it feels to make love with this
young boy nor that I have no pang of conscience that I am also his mother's
lover. That I made love to them within hours of each other somehow
heightened my selfish pleasure.

As we lay there side-by-side afterwards, I asked him about his
girlfriend. He was somewhat surprised that I knew but told him that his
mother had mentioned it and was pleased for him. I asked what she's
like. He hesitated and said that she was in her last year at college and
was pretty and that she had put him at his ease; he is the first to admit
that he has never particularly felt comfortable in female company. I asked
him how often he saw her and he said once, perhaps twice, a week as she was
still studying and he was trying to settle into his new job. On impulse, I
asked him if she stayed here at his house.

`No,' he said softly, `we haven't got to that kind of level yet.'

I said that I wasn't trying to pry which was a bit of a lie as his mother
had pondered much the same question but hadn't like to ask him. I couldn't
enlighten her, being in the relationship I was in with her son, so would
made some noncommittal comments as she idly talked to me.

`Well Ben, it will happen as it's meant to be and I'm sure it will. It's a
natural progression and it will happen. You are both young so you have
plenty of time, just don't rush things.'

He sat up suddenly. `I'll show you a picture of her.' With that he got out
of bed and picked up his mobile `phone.

I looked at him as he crossed the room, picked it up, turned around and
came and stood beside the bed; he was a good-looking lad with a fine
body. I had long since stopped bothering about whether it was alright for a
man to look at the body of another and see beauty in it. I did.  He sat on
the side of the bed and pressed a few buttons on his mobile and handed it
to me.

`This is her. Her name is Julie.'

I looked at a head and shoulders shot of a very attractive girl. Her hair
was shoulder-length and she had a very winning smile.  However, what struck
me was she had the most gorgeous pair of eyes; they were quite large and a
very deep brown. There is no doubt she is a very pretty girl and I told him
that. He looked quite pleased and I asked if it was him that had taken the
photograph? It was, he said; he'd taken it a few days earlier when they had
been out somewhere in the evening. I told him that he was a very lucky
boy. I put the phone down on the bed and looked at him.

`Come back in here,' I said, `I have some unfinished business to attend
to.'

Without any hesitation he climbed in and lay against me. I kissed him
lightly and then rolled him onto his back and once again kissed my way down
until I took his hardening penis into my mouth. Using only my mouth I
teased him to a full, hard and copiously leaking erection.  Silently we lay
there as I moved him in and out of my mouth while at the same time sliding
my finger in and out of his arse made slippery by my cum. It didn't take
long, perhaps a couple of minutes. I felt his body go rigid at the same
time as he gasped followed very quickly by surprisingly powerful spurt as
he came in my mouth. I held onto him as he bucked slightly with each spasm
but I didn't let him go, swallowing as I held onto him, until he quietened
and finally ceased to cum. He lay there breathing deeply and slowly until
that too, quietened. I let his softening penis slipped from my mouth and
moved up the bed and we kissed. He particularly liked us to do that after
he had cum.

`I love it when you do that David.'

`If things go well for you Ben, you will like it even more when Julie does
it for you.' I whispered and waited to gauge his reaction, which was one of
silence for several seconds.

`I can't see that ever happening.' Then, after a second or so he said `I
just don't have the confidence. It took me ages to pluck up the courage to
even kiss her; other than that, I haven't laid a finger on her.'

`Right then!' I said sitting up quickly, `Let's make a pact. The next time
you're out with her and you kiss, which you will, concentrate on her
reaction and see if she keenly returns it. You will be surprised just how
easy it is to do and the things it may lead to. If she doesn't want you to,
you will know but it generally doesn't mean she never wants you to; just
that she doesn't want you to yet. Does that make sense?'

He pondered for a while and then nodded. `I'll try.'  He said quietly.

I told him that things would move on and that having moved house he was now
more independent and could do largely as he liked. After all, I told him,
he couldn't live in that small pokey bedroom at his mother's house for
ever. He smiled and nodded in agreement and then said something that
greatly surprised me.

`It is bit of a pokey room isn't it?' He said. `The bed was cramped enough
for me so you must find it really small when you stay there.'

Either the look on my face, my silence, or perhaps both, clearly surprised
him as he looked puzzled. Neither of us spoke for what seemed ages but I
but I doubt it was more than a few seconds.

`I don't stay in your room, Ben.'

`Then where do you stay?'

Good heavens, I thought, am I really going to have to spell this out? In
the ensuing silence I realised that yes, I was going to have to.

`In your mother's room, Ben.'

Again, a long silence, and then. `What, with her; in her bed?'

I didn't say anything, I just nodded.

`My God, I hadn't realised, I never thought. Are you really saying you
sleep with my mother?'

I decided that I had to get rid of this incredulity on his part. `Yes,' I
said bluntly, `and for a lot of the time we don't sleep'

His silence lasted for some time.

`I know that you're married David so I thought that you and Mum are just
good friends. I can't imagine my own mother sleeping with another man, and
certainly not one who is married. As for the thought of her having sex,
well that's never entered my head. Having sex with you of all people is,
well...' His voice faded away and he stayed silent.

I waited for a while as I am always reluctant to break a silence. However,
after a minute or so, I did.

`Me having sex with her or because you and I have sex Ben?'

`Both' He said softly and then turned to look at me.  `I think a lot of you
David.'

I said nothing and just nodded.

`When did you last have sex with her?'

`This morning,' I said bluntly and, added almost cruelly, `before coming to
see you.'

`How can you do that?' he asked.

`Because I enjoy great sex with your mother and great but different sex
with you. Not better or worse sex Ben, just different.  If it makes any
difference, I am very fond of you both.'

`And your wife David?'

`Don't go there Ben.' I said harshly.

`Sorry.' He said.

I nodded acceptance.

`Come back in here David.'

I lay beside him and drew him closely to me. After a minute or so he began
to talk. He apologised and again repeated he hadn't even thought about his
mother and me and couldn't imagine his mother in bed with a man. He told me
that his friends would visit his house when he was younger and some of them
would remark on the size of his mother's breasts, which embarrassed him. He
was an even more embarrassed when a couple of friends said they used to
masturbate whilst thinking about her. He also recalled, in retrospect, that
the male teachers at the school were always ready to give her a generous
amount of time during parents' evenings. As he grew older he recognised
that she was an attractive woman. He had only seen her naked couple of
times and really that was the sum total of his knowledge about women. I
asked him how he felt when he saw his mother naked. He paused and said, in
an embarrassed tone, that he, like his friends, sometimes masturbated at
the thought of it.

I let him talk until he naturally fell silent. I raised myself on one elbow
and looked down at him.

`Look at me,' he said softly, `getting hard at the thought of my mother.'

I looked down and indeed he was sporting the beginnings of a respectable
erection.

I kicked aside the sheet and pushed him onto his back whilst in the same
movement went down and took his half-hard penis fully into my mouth. I
heard his sharp intake of breath and felt his penis move as it started to
harden. For good measure, I slid my index finger into his arse and felt for
the bulge of his prostate and started to massage it as I moved his penis in
and out of my mouth. In less than a minute he gasped; I let his rigid and
twitching penis fall from my mouth and, giving it a couple of encouraging
strokes with my free hand, lay it across his flat stomach as the first
streak of cum snaked across it. He bucked and the first streak was followed
by another and then another. He cried out as I continued to stroke his
penis at the same time massaging his prostate. He grabbed my hand holding
his penis in a surprisingly strong grip but still he bucked as the spasms
continued. His cries diminished as the stream of his cum slowed and I
withdrew my finger.  Eventually, he quietened down but his body still
shaking, as if shivering. I let go of his penis and pushed his legs apart
and lay between them, looking down at him.

He was almost in a faint and breathing shallowly, his eyes half focussed
and his limbs still slightly trembling. I knelt back, took both of his legs
and raised them onto my shoulders. His legs were surprisingly limp and he
offered no resistance. By raising my shoulders I was able to lift is arse
clear of the bed; balancing on one arm, I scooped up a generous amount of
his cum in my hand and reached down between his legs and spread it over his
opening. I took what I could of his remaining cum from his stomach and
chest and rubbed it over my rigid penis. Feeling my way with the head of my
cock I slid fully into him in one smooth movement. He gasped, fully opened
his eyes and reached up and joined his hands behind my neck.

`Oh yes please.' He whispered.

Where before we had made love, now I fucked him.  After a few thrusts he
matched my rhythm and pulled me fiercely down to kiss me with surprising
force. Again we matched each other's thrusts – until after a few
seconds, he spoke.

`Oh yes.' He gasped softly, and then, in a whisper, `Daddy's fucking me.'

I stopped, fully inside him.

He opened his eyes, focussed on my face and then giggled, almost
girlishly. As he did so, I felt the ripples of his laughter reach my
cock. I came instantly. As I tried to force myself ever deeper into him
with each contraction he continued to chuckle in a deep and mischievous
tone.

`That caught you by surprise David.'

I replied in kind.

`When I was fucking mummy this morning, just like I am fucking you now, I
liked watching her large breasts move up and down with every
thrust. Sometimes, she plays with her breasts, pinching the nipples until
they stand up rigidly and then she likes me to suck on them as we fuck.'

I paused, fully inside him. `I bet you'd like to do that with Julie
wouldn't you?'

I saw a flicker of doubt pass across his face and then he said softly,
`No,' he paused, `no, I wouldn't.'

He looked unsure as if trying to figure out how to express something. I was
still inside him and made no movement. He took a deep breath and then let
it out slowly as if he'd resolved something in his head.

`I don't know what to do with Julie.' He said and I caught the sound of
desperation in his voice. He paused and then said. `I'd like mother to tell
me.'

He didn't say anything else and I didn't respond. I pulled out and lay
beside him.

We lay in silence for a couple of minutes.

`I doubt that's going to happen Ben, nice idea though it is. You'll have to
fumble your way about just as every other boy does. Anyway, why don't you
talk about your fears with your mother? You have nothing to be shy about.'

`I couldn't. I just couldn't David. It's not an option.'

He fell silent and I let it stay that way for a while and then said quietly
that it was time I was moving. I said I'd be around in about three or four
weeks' time and I would possibly stay with his mother on my way home. He
looked at me in a questioning sort of way; I said that I would call in to
see him on my way home.

It was nearly six weeks before I was heading back from business and on my
way to his mother's house. During that six weeks things had changed and she
told me that Ben would be there when I arrived but that he was going to
leave early evening perhaps even before I arrived. However, when I arrived
his car was on the drive. She met me at the door led me through the house
into the back garden where they were having an early evening drink. I have
to say she looked great...and Ben did too. She had on the loveliest summer
dress which showed her ample cleavage and when she turned around the straps
went over her shoulders and crossed at the back and joined to the back of
the dress which was cut surprisingly low. Ben was tanned and relaxed and
clearly appreciated how good she looked. She wasn't wearing a bra so I
assumed that all she had on the other than the dress was her usual thong
which she always wore when she knew I was arriving.

We spent a very pleasant hour sat in the garden enjoying our drinks. Ben
was confident and good company. His mother was beautiful and charming and
exhibited that unique confidence that only a mature woman can. She served
our drinks, moving gracefully from one to the other and I watched Ben's
eyes following her as she did so. Also, there was a dawning realisation
that she was enjoying herself too and indeed, she was flirting with us
both. By the time Ben announced that he was leaving an idea had formed in
my mind.

We said our goodbyes and I walked out with Ben to his car.

`Will I see you tomorrow David, on your way home?'  he asked.

`I've got a better idea, Ben' I said, `turn up here tomorrow at 10 o'clock
and let yourself in.' He looked at me quizzically. `Come and find us.'

He went to speak but I cut across him and said `Ten o'clock tomorrow
morning Ben, come and find us.' I turned and walked back to the house where
his mother was waiting.

We ate a light supper sitting in the garden until the fading light and the
cooler air encouraged us to go inside. She stacked the dishes to clear up
in the morning. She turned to me, took my hand and led me upstairs to her
room. She stood by the bed facing me. She reached behind herself and undid
the two buttons that held the straps of her dress and let it fall to the
floor. She stood there wearing just her thong, looking at me. I glanced
down and noticed that the crotch of it was clearly wet. She saw that I'd
noticed and gave me one of her slow, wicked smiles. As I started to undo my
shirt she lay on the bed on her back and lifted her legs up and pulled off
her thong and threw it to one side and then blatantly parted her legs.

I left my clothes where they fell and without any preamble went down on
her. She was drenched. After less than a minute she came heavily and held
my head hard against her. When she calmed down, still holding my hair, she
pulled me up and kissed me while at the same time grabbing my cock and
pulling me into her. After no more than two minutes of which can only be
described as hard fucking, I took my chance.

`Fancy getting so turned on by flirting with your son.'

She didn't respond nor hesitate, she just continued to thrust against me.

`Imagine Ben's fucking you.' She gasped and I realised that I was getting
into it too. `That's why you were flirting with him. You wanted him to fuck
you and now he is.'

As I said that, any control that we had deserted us both and our thrusting
became almost animal like. `Go on, fuck Ben harder.' I said harshly. And
with that I came. As I did so she let out a low, long moan.

`Oh yes, oh yes.' She said almost inaudibly and I felt her orgasm under me.

When I softened, I lay beside her. Neither of us spoke nor broke the
silence in any way and we just drifted off to sleep.

The following morning we woke quite early, her before me, and immediately
got up to make coffee which she brought back to bed.  She climbed beside me
and sat there quietly sipping her coffee and apparently deep in thought. I
felt certain that she was thinking of last night but I didn't make any
attempt to break into her reverie. After a while she put her cup to one
side and lay down beside me, snuggling up close. I caressed her breast and
she reacted surprisingly quickly so I moved my hand down between her legs;
she was remarkably wet. I went to speak but she must have sensed it.

`Don't mention last night.' She said.

`Why, because you enjoyed it?' I asked mischievously.

She didn't answer.

I got out of bed and walked to her dressing table and opened the bottom
right-hand drawer. My movement grabbed her attention because that is where
she kept her vibrator and other toys connected with our lovemaking. I
removed the vibrator from the draw and also four silken scarves.  When I
turned and walked toward the bed she smiled and settled herself in the
centre of the bed spreading her arms and legs as she did so. Neither of us
spoke as I used each scarf in turn to tie firstly her spread arms, then her
parted legs, to the four corner posts of the bed.

I sat beside her on the bed facing her. I took the vibrator and held it in
front of me turning it on as I did so. I played it firstly across her
breasts marvelling at how quickly her nipples reacted and then lightly
running it down across her stomach and down, passing it briefly over her
clitoris and noting that she reacted almost as if she had received an
electric shock. I spent the next few minutes teasing her wet opening and
her clitoris with the vibrator until she started following its every
movement in an attempt to keep in contact with her clitoris. After a minute
or so her breathing quickened and I chose the moment where she started to
cum to slide the vibrator inside her. As ever, when she was tied like this,
her orgasm wracked her body and she fought the restraints, twisting this
way and that with each convulsion. As the spasms weakened I reduced the
speed of vibrator until it stopped completely and let her quieten down with
it still inside her. When she stopped moving I withdrew it completely.

I waited until her breathing calmed down and knelt between her legs. At
this point I was hoping that she would stay true to form.  I was not
disappointed.

`Fuck me, David.' She said softly, and then almost inaudibly `Rape me, be
rough with me.'

I needed no second bidding and I did just as she asked and just as I hoped
she would. As ever it was wild, rough and just plain uninhibited
fucking. For five minutes or so we thrashed, kissed, sucked and bit as I
pounded into her and she struggled beneath me all the while muttering a
string of obscenities. I kept thrusting even as I came, finishing with one
last plunge into her.

We lay with me on top of her until my penis softened and I slid out of
her. As I did so I pulled away and looked down to see her opening and the
inside of her thighs were wet with traces of my cum. I stood up beside the
bed and looked down at her and then bent over and kissed her.

`You are one amazing and beautiful sight.' I said.

At that moment I heard Ben's car arrive, dead on time.

`David, quickly, untie me. Tell him to wait downstairs.'

I didn't reply, I just reached for my jockey shorts and pulled them on. As
I did so we both heard the front door open.

`Wait, Ben!' She called out. `I'll be right down.'

As I went to the bedroom door I heard his footsteps on the stairs.

`Ben, don't come in. Wait there!' She called again.

I opened the door and stood back. He reached the top of the stairs and I
noticed almost in passing that he was dressed for a summer's morning,
wearing just a pair of shorts and T-shirt and that he was barefoot.

He showed no surprise upon seeing me standing there in just my shorts. He
continued into the room and turned to look at his mother naked and tied to
the bed.

The silence in the room was complete. There was no noise from outside, no
ticking of clocks in the room, just an overwhelming sense of quiet and
calm. Nobody spoke nor moved; even our collective breathing was muted. It
stayed like this for a seemingly long time although I would imagine it was
only for a few seconds.

`Untie me Ben.'

He didn't say anything. He moved and stood by the bed. He paused and looked
her up and down and then sat down on the side of the bed facing her.

`Untie me please Ben.' She said quietly.

He didn't move for a few seconds and then slowly reached across for the
scarf restraining her left hand. He took hold of the loose end of the
scarf, hesitated, and then let it go. He pulled his hand back a little way,
paused again, and then back until it was about six inches above her breast.

`Ben, this is not a good idea.' She said, her voice quavering a little.

He looked directly into her eyes and she unwaveringly met his gaze. I
watched this frozen and silent tableau in mute fascination. It was possibly
only for three or four seconds but at the time it seemed to take an
age. Slowly he lowered his hand.

Silently, and without either apparently noticing, I left the room and went
into Ben's former bedroom where I had left my overnight case.