Date: Thu, 30 Jan 2014 14:57:45 +0000
From: David Skies <mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Mother knows best. Part 3 of 3 parts. (MM, oral, ws, voy)

Please accept the third and final part of the above story. The first and
second parts were very recently added to the bisexual/incest section of the
Nifty Archive.  Also, please view the final paragraph regarding donations
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With many thanks,
Mr BS


	 Mother knows best. Part 3 of 3 parts. (MM, oral, ws, voy)


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)


I showered and dressed and went downstairs for coffee. After a moment or
two of silence I broached the subject and asked if she still wanted to see
me again. Without any hesitation she said she would and that in the night
she had come to terms with what had taken place. She said that she remained
annoyed with me but it would pass; she then said that she justified the
event in thinking that in some way she had helped Ben. I didn't comment
further and shortly afterwards we kissed good-bye and I headed for home,
via Ben's house.

He must have been looking out for me; as I arrived he opened the door
before I had got out of the car. He was standing in the doorway as I walked
toward it but took a step back to let me in and then with surprising speed
and force he pushed me back against the closing door and kissed me
fiercely. I was taken unawares but before I had time to react he pulled
away from me breathing heavily and said `Thank you, thank you, thank you'
and then kissed me hungrily again.

He pulled away and stepped backwards and smiled.

`I needed that.' He said. `I've been waiting ages for you to turn up.' And
then, to my surprise, he asked if I'd like coffee, which I accepted.

As he fiddled around with all the paraphernalia that one seems to need
nowadays to make a cup of coffee he chatted about last night's
experience. Several times he thanked me for engineering it and hoped that
his mother hadn't been too angry with me. Without waiting for a response he
carried on and talked about how he felt about his first and very memorable
time with a woman and how it made no difference to him that it was his
mother. He said he had the confidence to `phone his girlfriend and ask if
she'd like to spend the coming weekend at his house. He went on to say that
after our talk some time ago that he been a little more adventurous with
her and that she had been responsive and that they had indulged in some
intimate touching and kissing. I asked him what he called intimate. He said
that she had been keen to let him remove her shirt and bra and fondle and
kiss her breasts and she had taken him by surprise by running a hand over
the bulge in his jeans. I asked if he enjoyed it and he said he had but he
was nervous and he wondered if she was more experienced than him. From what
little he told me I assumed that to be the case.

He set the coffee down on the table and I sipped mine while he continued
talking. It was more a monologue on his part than a conversation. He
returned to the subject about whether Julie was more experienced than him
and I said that it may be quite likely and in some cases that would make
things a little easier than both being an inexperienced couple fumbling
their way to something they were totally unfamiliar with. He accepted this
point wordlessly nodding a couple of times and almost, I suppose,
philosophically agreeing. I finished my coffee much the same time as he
exhausted the subject. As I put my empty cup aside he asked me if I could
stay for a while; I said I would. He pushed aside his barely touched coffee
and stood up. I did so too and without anything being said between us we
headed up the stairs.

It was much like the first time we been intimate together; he nervously
started to undo my shirt. I did the same to him whilst easing myself out of
my shoes. When he got down to my shirt buttons of the level of my belt I
pulled my shirt over my head and hurriedly undid my belt and let my
trousers fall to the floor and stepped out of them. He looked down at the
evident bulge in my briefs and I placed both hands on his shoulders and
pushed him down on his knees. He took hold of my briefs and in one movement
pulled them down; my hardening penis sprang from the elasticated belt and
he took it without hesitation into his mouth. I closed my eyes as the
delicious warm sensation flowed through me and gently held the back of his
head. We stayed like that for a half a minute or so before he started to
slow back into the movement with his mouth and hand. So sudden and intense
had it been that I could feel myself ready to cum. I pulled away from him.

`Let me finish undressing you Ben.'

He stood up and I quickly divested him of his shirt and dropped his
trousers and his shorts. His cock sprang out pleasingly rigid and at an
angle well above the horizontal. I stood back and looked at him; he is a
wonderful sight; good-looking, muscular and, above all, wanting
me. Momentarily, I envied his youth and by the same token, lamented my
years that had passed.

We fell onto the bed and with unbridled passion we kissed, touched, probed
and in turns rolled over on the top of each other, pinching and kissing
nipples and holding each other closely.  After a while we slowed down and
mutually ended up on our sides in a comfortable sixty-nine position slowly
stroking and sucking each other's cocks.  It is lovely feeling having one's
cock sucked it whilst sucking another. We stayed like this for a while
gently milking pre-cum from each other. I enjoyed spreading the crystal
clear droplets of pre-come over the head of his cock and then taking it
into my mouth and savouring the slight saltiness of it.

We stayed comfortably like this for some time and then by some coincidence
we both started being a little firmer and little quicker with our stroking
and sucking. As this continued so did the intensity of what you were doing
and, as if by some transmission of thought, were both passionately sucking
and stroking each other whilst understanding that neither of us were going
to stop. Such was the intensity of it that I can't recall if one of us came
first or whether simultaneously but either way, as his cum pumped into my
mouth, I had reciprocal spasms and I felt the jets of cum spurting from the
eye of my penis into his warm and welcoming mouth. It was an intense half a
minute or so until again, much at the same time, we both quietened and
slowed whilst gently milking the last drops from each other and then, again
by some silent signal, we pulled apart and turned facing each other. After
the slightest of pauses, we kissed.

It was a deliciously slippery and prolonged kiss. Firstly, we were
side-by-side, then me on top of Ben and then he in turn on top of me and
all the time passing and leaking cum from our respective mouths over each
other's lips and with the excess running down our separate faces. At one
point Ben pulled away from me and wiped my face with his hand and then
sucked his fingers before continuing our kiss. Between us we clearly had
made a copious amount of cum that seemed to go everywhere even though we
still had a fair amount to pass between us. When we eventually finished, if
Ben's face was anything to go by, we were both quite a sight.

`I think we need to shower, Ben.'

I got off the bed and turned and offered my hand to help Ben up. The
bathroom in fact didn't have a bath, just a basin, w/c and a generously
large shower in lieu of the bath. It was a given that we were going to
shower together as we had in the past. We got in and closed the glass
door. Just as I was about to reach up and turned on the huge shower head
above us, he said that he needed to take a leak. As he turned to reach for
the door I put my hand on the shoulder.

`Wait, Ben,' I said, `let me show you something.'

He looked at me quizzically.

`Come here Ben; let me hold you for a moment.'

He looked puzzled but did as I asked and I hugged him to me that he
responded in kind.

`Just relax against me and let it go.' I said.

`Really?'

`Yes.' I said quietly.

I held him and there was a pause before I felt a brief and warm jet start
between our joined bodies and then stop. There was another pause and then a
warm trickle which after a couple of seconds turned into a full-blown
jet. It spread over my lower stomach and penis and balls and then to my
legs and, I should imagine, his also as he noticeably relaxed as stream
grew stronger and warmer and then I let go also. We stood there hugging
each other with mutual warmth flowing from us across our bodies, down our
legs and over our feet. It was a strange and comforting feeling and when we
at last stopped I reached up and opened the shower valve above our
heads. The initial full blast jet was cold and we both gasped but it
quickly warmed up and we spent a pleasant 10 minutes soaping each other and
washing each other's face and chest before giving each other a soapy and
intimate wash.  I finished it by kneeling in front of him, taking his firm
penis in my mouth and sliding a soapy finger into his opening. He didn't
get particularly hard but it clearly took pleasure from it as did I; it was
done as an intimate gesture rather than expecting anything more and I
stopped after half a minute or so.

We dried each other off and then went back into his bedroom to get
dressed. As we were pulling on our clothes his mobile bleeped; he finished
putting on his shirt and stepped into his trousers and picked up the `phone
from the side-table.

`It's text from Julie.' He said.

I went to continue dressing but was stopped by a gasp from him.

He'd sat down on the bed and was staring at the screen of his `phone; he
pressed a couple of buttons and then I noticed he blushed.

`My God.' He said, hardly above a whisper.

`What's the matter?' I asked.

He didn't say anything; he just passed me the `phone. I took it and looked
at the screen; there was a text saying `Yes' to coming for the weekend; she
was hoping he would ask one day, and would this be appropriate to wear for
the evening? And then, it said, `Scroll down'. Which I did and saw the
reason for his gasp.

As I scrolled down, her face that I'd seen some time ago appeared and the
long hair to her shoulders and then, to my surprise, and I have to say
delight, down to her naked breasts. I paused there and then continued
scrolling down to her shaved pubis and then to a full-length photograph. It
had clearly been taken in the mirror as she was holding the camera in her
right hand. She really was a glorious sight and I envied the kids of
today. The first naked woman I ever saw was in some trashy magazine when I
was in my teens. Now, before me was a real-life picture of his girlfriend
and she was lovely. I momentarily felt like a dirty old man as I looked at
her shaven pubis, something that always appealed to me but which I had
never encountered. She was smiling a lovely smile and her huge brown eyes
were alive with mischief and promise. I glanced at Ben and he was still
flushed and his hands shaking slightly, almost in a state of shock. I took
advantage of his distraction and zoomed in on her breasts and then down to
where the prettiest pair of pink labia protruded. At that point I would
have given anything to go down on her. Then the slight guilt crept in that
I was looking and lusting at something I shouldn't really be
doing. Silently and quickly I fiddled with the keys and then handed the
`phone back to Ben.

`It looks as if it's going to be a good weekend Ben.' I said with a smile.

He looked up at me. `Do you think I will be man enough David?' He asked
querulously.

`If yesterday was anything to go by Ben, I'm sure you'll be fine. Remember,
just like mummy said, don't rush it.  Take your time. Remember, just like
mummy said.'

He nodded. `I'll remember.' He said softly.

We finished dressing and he accompanied me to the door; we gave each other
a fleeting kiss and we agreed to meet again in the future when I was next
away on business.

I took the long route home just to spin out enough time for me to calm down
and also, truth be told, to formulate the first couple of hours after I got
home in order to appear normal and not arouse suspicion.

I decided to take a few days off work and did stuff around the house that
my wife had been pressing me to do for some time. We had a couple of days
out and I took her shopping for new clothes which I generously paid for,
largely to salve my conscience. On one of the days she got up early and
said she wanted to go out with her friend to have a look at the same shops
she had looked at the day before with me. No, I don't understand why either
but I expect the ladies do.

When she had left I got up and showered, donned my bathrobe and got out the
camera from my travelling pack to download the photographs onto my home
computer. As I did so I noticed that the small door at the back of the
camera which held the memory card was slightly open. I looked inside and
the card wasn't there; where it should have been was a small folded piece
of paper. I took it out and unfolded it.

It read: `I couldn't let this leave the house so I've destroyed
it. Apologies, A.' It was all that was written on it.

I shrugged but was only slightly annoyed that I'd lost all that was on the
card. But I still had my memories of what I'd seen and what I had talked
about.

I returned to the bag and in the small compartment inside one of the larger
ones, took out the other memory card. I could live without the company
pictures that I'd taken during my travels and I can remember verbatim the
machinery we had talked about.

I plugged the memory card in the PC and flicked through the stills I'd
taken of Ben with his mother. When I got to the end of those I plugged in
the headset and set the display to fill the screen. In anticipation of what
was to follow I sat back and undid my bathrobe and felt my penis stir in
anticipation as I reached for the `Play' button. I was not disappointed; it
was as erotic as I remembered and I timed my stroking so that I came at the
same moment that Ben did into his mother.

A little later, after I'd tidied myself up, I downloaded the picture of
Julie I had forwarded to my own `phone from Ben's before I'd returned it to
him. It was a good photo and enlarged well enough to zoom in without too
much distortion. I sat looking at her in intimate detail for some time
before I heard my wife's car returning. I added passwords to the pictures
and the video files and shut-down the PC.



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