1976 A Summer of Loving My Mother Pt. 25

After our early morning, three way sexfest, mum and I needed our lay in. I woke first, quietly reflecting on what had happened the night before.

Somehow it felt like a series of immoral, almost debauched, acts of adultery, of incestuous lust, a bottomless pit of taboo

sexual desire. On the other hand, though, it was a night of hedonistic sex, of pushing the envelope in pursuit of orgasmic satisfaction.

As I looked across the bed at my naked mother, sleeping so peacefully, so beautiful, so sexy, I still struggled to believe this was all real. I not only loved her deeply in the normal way a son loves his mother, but also in the way a man loves a woman in a romantic relationship between unrelated people.

Much as I loved the exploration of unbridled lust, we'd all experienced the night before, I also wanted to enjoy the experience of romantic love, even if that were to be with my own mother.

Admiring mum's beautiful naked form, I moved down the bed to nuzzle her chest. Just one breast was on show and bringing my face to it, I gently suckled on the nipple. Mum groaned gently, still asleep, as I imitated the act of breast feeding, I'd done 18 years before.

Mum's nipple felt tender against my lips as I nursed the teat to full extension.

As I suckled, mum came around from her slumber and stroked my head as if I were a baby nursing on his mother's milk.

"Make love to me, sweet baby boy," she whispered softly. "Make soft, sensual love to mummy, darling."

Breaking away from her nipple, I moved my mouth upwards, kissing her neck and eventually arriving at her soft lips. We kissed gently, our tongues teasing each other as our lips pressed together.

We were locked in a passionate kiss, our hands softly caressing as we held each other close.

Momentarily breaking away, I whispered, "I love you, Cathy,"

"I love you too, Mikey," she replied in a contented tone.

We continued kissing as I reached down and slid mum's panties down her legs far enough for her to gladly wriggle out of them. We were now naked and my cock was, of course, fully erect as it pressed against her flesh.

Mum turned over onto her back and I positioned myself over her, kissing her soft flesh all the way down, around her neck, onto her breasts and all over her tummy. As I reached the line of her pubis she squirmed and gasped gently as my tongue teased the erogenous flesh.

She opened her legs and I kissed the pink flesh of her vagina, her love petals opening in anticipation of what was to come. Lapping gently at her slit, I soon had mum wriggling before bringing my unsheathed cock towards the glistening glory of the opening -- wanton, warm and taboo.

After a few moments of teasing my throbbing glans around her clitoris, I slid gently my penis inside the beautiful orifice, my own mother's vagina, the ultimate act of immorality executed with complete abandon.

With one arm behind mum's neck, I gently pumped my penis inside her vagina, holding her close as I did so. We kissed deeply as we copulated, the feeling of intense love flowing between us. This was lovemaking at the romantic end of the scale, a fabulously sensual experience we both enjoyed greatly.

Mum's vagina felt so warm and welcoming as we made love; even the act of incestuous adultery on her marital bed felt right despite its illegality. Our fornication was loving and natural to us as we enjoyed the passion of the moment.

With our mouths locked together and me still deep inside her body, mum eased us onto our sides. Guiding my fingers to her nipple, I tweaked it fondly, making her gasp with each thrust of my penis.

"Oh god, I'm so in love with you Mikey, darling," mum purred. "I'm in heaven with you inside my body......I yearn for your manhood to explode and impregnate me......I so wish we could run away and make a baby together, my darling boy."

"And I'm so in love with you too Cathy," I purred back. "I love being inside you, it feels so natural......I know we can't be together and I know we can't make a baby together but it doesn't stop me wanting to either."

Our copulation continued for a few minutes more, our loving kisses overwhelming us, before the familiar feeling of my sap rising overtook my senses. I kissed mum deeply as sperm shot from my penis, flooding her womb with its fertile seed.

As I released my cum into her, mum sighed, "Ohhhh, baby, I can feel your love swimming deep inside my body......I wish it were fertilising me now."

I said no more as I gasped the last of my juice into mum's baby making tube, the wetness of her labia enveloping my penis as it softened inside her.

As she revelled in the warmth of my seed, I slid out of her love hole and replaced it with my mouth. She squirmed as I lapped our bodily fluids from her still dilated sex, groaning while I flicked my tongue over her clitoris as I cleaned our fluids.

"Oh baby, this is just so wonderful," mum cooed as I drank greedily from her furry cup.

Once I'd exhausted the supply of juice, I clamped her clitty in my mouth, sucked hard on it and brought my fingers to work their magic on her nipples. Mum writhed and groaned loudly as I brought her to orgasm. Uncharacteristically though, she didn't say a word, she just let her climax consume her, her body trembling with the pleasure of the sensation coursing through her.

I continued licking her clitty until it became too sensitive and she gently pushed my head away. Her climax now over, she murmured, "God almighty, Mikey, our sensual lovemaking must be the best of my life......I loved what we did this morning with Alan and I love sex with your dad......but with you it's on another level!"

I moved back up the bed and held mum tight as we kissed again.

It was now 11am and we got up and showered. Mum was due at a lunch appointment with a friend at one o'clock after which we'd get ready to go to Alan's for a night of hedonism, or so I hoped.

We showered together, washing each other's genitals but without having sex. Once dressed, mum dropped me off to the barbers on her way out and headed off for her lunch appointment.

We returned home about 4.30pm and after a cup of tea, headed upstairs to bath and get dressed for the evening ahead.

I watched mum trim her pussy again, the same seductive heart shape as before. Her labia looked so tempting but confident in the knowledge I'd be seeing it again later, I didn't touch it.

I bathed after mum and headed down the corridor to her bedroom when I'd finished. Before reaching the door, I could hear her groaning and as the mirror came into view, I could see her fucking herself with the laytex toy.

Not wanting to disturb her or spoil her fun, I listened as she murmured, "Go on Brett, lick her while I watch you darling......I've had her husband doing it to me for months......your turn now baby......taste her sex.....do it darling, do it."

I was rooted to the spot listening to my mother fantasising about watching my dad licking what I could deduce was his lover's wife's cunt.

I waited until she'd fucked herself to orgasm, all the way encouraging my absent dad to lick Denise and then fuck her. She brought herself off fantasising about dad watching her being stuffed by Alan and him cumming in her.

I watched in the mirror while mum recovered from her self-stimulated fantasy and tucked her toy back under the bed.

As I entered the bedroom, she was standing naked at her panty drawer and smiled at me before asking, "Help me choose something sexy for tonight, baby."

I said nothing about what I'd seen although I did want to cum thinking about it. Mum's fantasy had been real eye-opener and I wondered what had prompted it. Did she really like the idea of watching her husband having sex with her lover's wife? Could she be looking for a way to bring her own affair into the open? I didn't know the answer but liked the thought of the various scenarios.

Back to reality and I helped mum choose her underwear. Picking out a red teddy with hidden poppers, I handed it to her and suggested, "Wear this mum......let's see who gets to release the poppers and explore you first."

Mum took the garment and put it on, winking at me and remarking, "I'm so horny and wet already, Mikey......I like the idea of being fucked in this outfit......I'll be desperate for it by the time we get there, baby."

We finished dressing and arrived at Alan's house at 7pm. I had wondered whether he really wanted me there, sharing his lover or whether I was just an insurance policy against prying eyes -- a woman and her son staying the night would surely be less newsworthy than a woman on her own, I thought. Either way, it didn't matter, hopefully, there was a night of sexy fun ahead and I was going to seize it with both hands.

Mum looked as sexy as ever in her blue dress and I wished that I could unzip it there and then to reveal her super erotic teddy underneath. All in good time, I thought as Alan welcomed us through the door, saving his kissed greeting for mum until we were safely inside.

I left them momentarily, heading off upstairs to the bathroom to pee. As I left the room, I noticed a whicker basket in the corner and curiosity got the better of me. Lifting the lid, I could see it was the dirty laundry basket. Delving past a couple of Alan's shirts, I could see a few pairs of women's panties. Resisting the temptation to sniff them, I replaced the lid, thinking I might be able to hatch a plan involving the dirty panties.

Dinner conversation was somehow different to that of previous nights. We spoke more openly about the previous night's experience and how liberating it had been for us all. Mum and Alan were totally uninhibited and making no secret of wanting more of the same.

We talked about clandestine interests and while I was open about my dirty panty fetish, Alan also confessed to a fantasy for voyeurism. He said how delighted he was to have the fantasy come true, albeit not in a way he'd ever expected.

"What sort of voyeuristic fantasies did you used to have, then?" mum asked him.

His response was both candid and surprising, "I've fantasised about spying on Denise having sex with another man."

"Ooh, baby, that's naughty," mum replied, venturing further. "Only another man, or your son Paul, too?"

"Well, it started off as just another man," he said, guardedly.

"And?" mum pressed. "And what happened after the start? You can say, after what we've all done together, there's no need to hold back."

Alan paused for thought before replying, "When I found out about Paul taking her dirty panties, it did cross my mind that perhaps he might like to have sex with Denise."

The conversation was becoming quite arousing and it was my turn to interject, "Did you play with yourself when the thought crossed your mind, then?"

Again, he paused before replying, "I didn't at the time...... but I'm looking at things differently now."

Mum looked interested in her lover's comment, asking, "Do you sniff Denise's panties then, darling?"

Alan laughed, "No, I don't......I've never thought about it."

"Well, you smell mum's knickers and you lick her pussy," I commented, "So why not Denise's?"

In a disappointed tone, Alan replied, "She doesn't like being licked, so I haven't got a taste for her pussy. Your mother can't get enough of having hers licked......there's the difference, Mikey."

"What would you do with Denise's dirty knickers, then Mikey?" Mum asked.

Without hesitation, I confessed, "I'd love to smell and lick them......Denise is an attractive woman."

I continued, brazenly, "Why don't you try sniffing a pair, Alan? You might like it."

"Maybe we could do it on the phone?" mum suggested. "You could sniff them and play with yourself while I listened and played too?"

"Does that idea excite you then, Cathy?" Alan replied in an enthusiastic tone.

"Yes baby, it does," mum said, winking at her lover. "In the same way as it excites you to think about......and watch......Mikey tasting my panties, I'm sure I'd be turned on by you doing the same."

The conversation was becoming more risqué and I ventured, "Do you ever play with yourself imagining Alan and Denise making love, Mum?"

"I have wondered what positions they do it in and whether it's exciting or perfunctory," mum admitted. "But I haven't played with myself thinking about it.....not yet, anyway."

With the wine now working as a relaxant, my conversation was becoming braver with every sentence. Alan wasn't saying too much but it was obvious he was rubbing himself under the table.

"Would you like to play with yourself thinking about it though, mum?"

Mum pondered for a moment before answering, "Well baby, put it this way, the idea is making me wet down there!"

"And would you like to watch them do it? I replied, ever more bravely. "Playing with yourself while you watch......just like Alan did when I was inside you this morning......Would you like that, mum?"

"And would you like her to watch you and Denise fucking, Alan......Like you enjoy mum and I fucking?" I urged, persuasively. "Would you like to watch her finger herself to climax while Denise rode you?"

Not giving her lover the opportunity to answer, mum giggled, "Oh, Mikey, what a naughty boy you are, where do you get your ideas?"

I giggled back at her, "Don't you like my ideas then, mum?"

"I didn't say that, baby, I love your ideas but I suspect you'd like to watch them too......in the same way as you love watching Alan and I?" mum ventured, turning the tables.

Turning to Alan, mum asked, "And how about you darling, would you like me to play with myself while watching you and Denise in bed?"

Alan smiled enthusiastically at the suggestion, "I'd love to watch you play with yourself, but I'd probably want to finish you off straight after I'd cum in Denise!"

"Oooh, now that does sound exciting," mum said. "God, this conversation is making me so wet."

Mum was obviously becoming more and more aroused, as were Alan and I. I had a plan to move things up a gear and the combination of wine and salacious conversation was working a treat.

"Would you like to watch mum play with herself while you sniffed Denise's dirty panties, Alan?" I asked suggestively.

Mum was quick to interject, "I'm the only one who's not tried voyeurism so I'd like to get a taster of what it's like."

"What sort of a 'taster'," I asked.

"Playing with myself while Alan sniffs and licks Denise's dirty knickers," she replied nonchalantly.

Time to call their bluffs, I thought, safe in the knowledge that there was a good supply of Denise's soiled underwear upstairs.

Looking at both mum and Alan, I asked the question, "So then, what if we had a couple of pairs of her dirty knickers? Perhaps we could all play together?"

Mum looked at me quizzically, "And have we got any then?"

Putting the ball in Alan's court, I asked innocently "Well, surely there must be some dirty laundry here?"

"Good thinking, Mikey," Alan replied, looking across to mum. "Shall I check upstairs?"

"Oh yes, darling, this is such an exciting game," mum squealed in delight.

Alan headed off upstairs, his trousers doing nothing to hide his obvious arousal.

With her lover out of the room, mum winked at me and asked, "Have you planned this, you naughty boy?"

"No mum, it's just an idea I had. I like the idea of us all masturbating together."

Mum leaned over to kiss me, whispering, "God baby boy, you're making your mother so naughty this evening......I'm soaking wet and horny as hell."

With that, she took my hand and guided it up her dress, "Feel my wetness," she whispered as I slid my fingers across her wet panties and under the elastic. Her vagina was soaking wet with sex mucus and my fingers slipped easily into her slit.

Gasping with my touch, she whispered "I'm desperate to play, baby......I'm going to have to cum soon."

Hearing Alan coming back down the stairs, I pulled my hand from mum's panties and surreptitiously sniffed my fingers. Her love nectar smelled divine and I wasted no time in licking the creamy mucus from my fingers.

By now we'd finished eating and Alan suggested we adjourn to the living room. Gathering up our glasses and wine bottle, Mum and I joined him -- she on a sofa and me on a chair. Alan topped up the glasses and sat facing mum on the opposite sofa.

On the coffee table he had placed a bag and invited me to look inside, "Mikey, you're the panty expert, have a look in the bag and let me know what you think."

With excitement in my eyes, I pulled the bag to my lap and, like a kid with a lucky dip, pulled out the first garment, a frilly topped pair of baby blue, shorts type knickers with a silky back and front panel. I was impressed at the sexy nature of the panties, particularly as Denise, apparently, had no real interest in sex! My cock got harder as I imagined her wearing them.

Mum also remarked on how sexy they were, as I turned the garment inside out to feast my eyes on the gusset. I wasn't disappointed, a heavy line of dried cervical mucus coated the cotton pad and I couldn't help but bring it to my nose. Inhaling deeply, I could smell the familiar aroma of a woman's vagina, tainted with a feint whiff of stale urine. I was in panty heaven.

Putting the panties to one side, I fished out the second pair -- plain white cotton briefs, again with a discernible line of dried mucus although less than the first pair and, disappointingly, no smell of urine.

The third pair was a dream come true, a black lacy pair of high waist, burlesque style knickers with built in suspenders. Inside, the black gusset did nothing to disguise the generous coating of Denise's cervical mucus. Putting my tongue to it, the taste was intoxicating albeit slightly acidic. And to my joy, a feint smell of stale urine again. More panty heaven I thought to myself.

Diving back into the bag, I pulled out the fourth pair -- a red version of the black burlesque knickers with suspenders. Checking the gusset, I wasn't disappointed and after doing a taste test, glanced over to Alan, asking, "Do you recognize these?"

He looked back at me rather sheepishly but didn't say a word.

I continued, "Did Denise wear these for sex? It's just that there's dried sperm in the gusset?"

I got the feeling Alan didn't want to be drawn on his sexploits with his wife, at least not in front of mum. She noticed it too and spoke to ease any awkwardness:

"Don't worry if you did, Alan darling....... I'd love to hear how Denise's knickers got messy......while I play with myself."

I apologised for making him feel awkward and the atmosphere soon returned to its relaxed state again.

There were two more pairs of panties in the bag but mum was too excited to wait. "Throw me over the red pair, Mikey, I want to smell Alan's love on them."

I did as I was asked and watched as mum brought the garment to her nose, inhaling deeply and running the tip of her tongue across the material. "Mmm, delicious," she murmured. "Someone's been a naughty boy, haven't they......was it you darling....... or has someone else made love with your wife?"

As I listened to mum's seductive tone, she rose from her seat and sat on Alan's lap, legs astride him, and planted her lips against his. After a passionate kiss, she broke away and pushed the soiled panties against his nose.

"Are you going to tell me how these panties got so messy, darling?" mum asked, seductively. "I'm very wet thinking about it."

With that, mum stood up, pushed the panties into her lover's mouth, pulled her dress over her head and sat down opposite him. I was loving the teasing and now that Alan was becoming more engaged, the situation was shaping up nicely. Mum was certainly in seductress mode.

Looking across at my mother, dressed only in a red teddy, was arousing enough, but listening to her teasing her lover was the cherry on top.