A few days later, it had been quiet in between, I had been tempted to go and surprise Greeta, but just never got around to it. Jools was at work and I had a quiet day. The front door opened and in walked mother.
“Only me.” She said; she always just walks in, one reason I always lock the door if I am entertaining. As usual, I had no idea she was descending on me. “You never ring,” she continued, “So I thought I would pop in and see if you are still alive.”
“I am, as you can see mother. How are you? How is dad?” I am not especially close to my family, I always felt they were a little clique that excluded me, no idea why I felt like that, no evidence I could point to.
“Your father is visiting your sister, she needs some help with something, I have no idea what.” Mother, basically, is and has always been a hippy. She wears long flowing dresses and has those tiny beads in her hair. In the summer she will often have flowers painted in bright colours on her face, and anywhere else that is visible. “So, is she looking after you properly?”
Mother rarely referred to Jools by her name, usually third person references, and I have no idea why. My parents were at our wedding, everything seemed very friendly, but I suspect it was only surface friendly. Very odd.
“What on Earth do you mean mother? Yes, of course Jools is looking after me, and I am looking after her.”
Mother came across and hugged me tight, pressing her whole body against mine. “That is not what I meant Jason, I mean in the bedroom, is she looking after you properly?” And I swear she pressed her crotch against mine. Fortunately I was not aroused by my mother so there was little to press against. An erection whilst hugging my mother would be somewhat embarrassing.
“Mother that is not really a suitable question to ask your son.”
“Oh rubbish Jason, of course it is. Does she do everything you like? Does she? Does she leave you imaging other women, wondering what they would be like, would they do ‘that thing’ that your wife doesn’t?”
“Mother!”
She stepped back a little and looked me up and down and I swear she lingered at my groin. “I presume everything is still working?” She asked, “only I didn’t get any reaction when I embraced you.”
“Mother!” This was surreal. “Mother, have they changed your medication recently or are you dropping acid again?”
“Don’t be cheeky. I am not taking any drugs or medication. Can’t a mother show interest in her son’s wellbeing?”
“Mother, it is not usual for mother to ask her son about his sex life.”
“Oh rubbish Jason, many mothers and sons are very close, just like a father and his daughter can be very close.”
What is she implying? My brain was turning summersaults.
“And you didn’t answer my question? Does your cock still get hard and function properly?”
“Mother, I am not answering that, suffice to say I have no medical issues. Now, do you want a cup of tea?”
“No.” And then she undid the ties of her dress across her shoulders and her dress fell to the floor, she stepped out of it. She was totally naked. My mother. In front of me, not a stich of clothing. Mother is not overweight, she carries a little extra around her stomach, her breasts are still on her chest and not drooping down and she is totally shaven and she has the largest inner lips I think I have ever seen.
“Mother!”
“Oh stop it. You are a man, you are not a child, I am a grown woman, now get your clothes off and show me what a grown man can do with a woman’s body.”
“For fucks sake mother. Is this some kind of sick test?”
She turned around and bent forward, always supple, she placed her palms flat on the floor before her. Her sex was plump and shone as if beckoning. Her arse hole was pretty much the same skin tone as the rest of her and was just a little swirl of wrinkles. To my shame my cock got hard, very hard. Well, it had been a few days, and in the position, I couldn’t see my mother’s face, so my brain related it to an anonymous fanny.
She started up the stairs. “Come on Jason, I don’t have all day you know.”
Oh my God, this was just mad. I picked my mother’s dress up off the floor and followed her up the stairs. She was laying on the bed, her one leg crossing slightly over the other, obscuring my view of her fanny.
“Come on Jason, get your clothes off, I want to see that your cock works.”
“My God mother, what would dad say if he found out?”
“He would say ‘and about time too’.”
I pulled my shirt off and then pulled my trousers and pants down together, and stood naked before my mother.
“Don’t stand over there you silly boy, come over here and show me if you know how to properly lick a woman.” She uncrossed her leg and lay back, her sex open and available for me, her son, to avail myself of.
I got onto the bed and lowered my head between her knees to the fanny that a few decades ago she had ejected me from. Her aroma was faintly patchouli and her fanny lips glistened as they invited me in. I ran my tongue from her hole, along her furrow and circled her clitoris.
“Good,” she said, “at least you seem to know what to do, now make me cum son, make me cum.”
In this position I could not see her face, and as I licked and lapped along her fanny she began to make murmuring noises of pleasure. As I licked at her clitoris I slid two fingers inside her and finger fucked her, synchronising my tongue and my fingers, both pressed, and both relaxed together.
I remembered that when I lived at home I could hear the sounds of my parent’s lovemaking. Not surprising as they tended to leave their door open. One night I crept from my bedroom and looked through their door. Mother was on her knees and dad was pounding her from behind, mother grunting as he slammed in her. The next day my sister had asked I had enjoyed the view? She had seen me standing at their door. She had seen my hard cock sticking out through the fly of my pyjamas. I had been too embarrassed to reply.
Mother spasmed, her fanny clamping my fingers and as she came she squirted a little. “Turn over,” I said, my intentions driven by that long forgotten memory. Her sex and her arse were pointing back at me, her head was turned face down on the bed.
“No,” she said, “Lay on your back.” Mother sat astride my legs, facing away from me and she dipped forward. Her fanny wet and inviting, she reached under herself and took my cock in her hand and ran my cock along the valley of her sex and, lining up with her hole, she pushed backwards and I re-entered my mother. Jesus it felt so good. She wasn’t tight, but neither was she loose, she was warm. Her fanny swelled around my cock, her large inner lips wrapping around me and she began to rock back and forth.
“Oh Jason, finally” she said, “I have wanted your cock in me since before you were married. Why have you kept this for her and not given it to me?” There she goes again, not referring to Jools by her name.
“I don’t know mother.” I didn’t think I ought to let her know that I hadn’t just kept it for Jools, I had in fact been liberally sharing my cock hither and thither. Mother had a steady rhythm and as I lay back I watched my mother’s fanny as it slid along my cock, opening wider as she almost let the head out then closing around my shaft as it filled her.
I couldn’t decide whether to embrace the fact that I was now a motherfucker or compartmentalise it and shove it to the back of my mind. In truth it had been many years since she had undertaken the ‘mother’ role, and in truth she was really just another woman I fucked.
She increased her rhythm and also started squeezing my cock with her fanny and I felt my moment approaching.
“Er mother,” I gasped, “I am about to cum.”
“Good. That’s the whole point” She went faster again, pressing down harder and there was no holding back, my cock exploded inside my mother and my mouth made undecipherable sounds, and stream after stream of my cum filled the inside of my mother, coated her fanny and filled her womb.
She climbed off me and simply said “tissue”.
I pointed to the bedside where a box of tissues was kept for just such occasions. She took a small wadge and rolled them into a round rod shape and pushed them into her fanny. “Good” she said, “that should stop me leaking onto the back of my dress and onto the car seat. Good to see that your cock seems in fully working order. Interesting therefore that I have no grandchildren.” She paused, and then added. “Yet.”
Oh shit, what did than mean? Jools and I had long ago discussed children and had agreed that neither of us really wanted them. We didn’t have the biological urge to bring up children, just the urge to practice the method of creating them. I assumed that mother was beyond child raising age. What if she wasn’t? Oh shit.
“I must get off,” she said as she stepped into her dress and started affixing the straps at her shoulders. “Your father should have finished with Jem by now. We’ll compare notes.” Jem is Jemimah, my sister.
“What do you mean, mother, compare notes.”
“Give marks out of ten and see who we think is the best shag.”
Oh Jesus H. Is everyone in my family fucking each other? Is that why I always felt excluded because I wasn’t?
“Well, if I had known I was in a competition, I would have tried a little harder mother.” I think my mind was close to being blown. Motherfucker.
