An Epic Novel

I took the glass, apparently still at a loss for words, and Mum stroked my cheek and turned to the couch, revealing that the back of the negligee was cut even deeper than the front, almost down to her ass. She'd also turned off the main light and the only illumination was from a tabletop lamp at the far end of the room. Thus, as she strolled away from me, her whole body was outlined as a curvy black silhouette and, no, she didn't, did she? seemed to exaggerate the swing of her hips.

Smoothing out the wispy satin beneath her, she plonked herself down at the far end of the couch and crossed her legs, which allowed for a slit in the material to open up and reveal a long expanse of smooth thigh, and patted the place beside her.

"Come on, you, snuggle up."

Had I entered a parallel universe? Should I go back out and come in again?

I didn't, because her open smile was irresistible. I took off my jacket and put it, threw it, somewhere, anywhere, and went across to where Mum was already folding her feet up onto the cushions. As I sat down, she hooked her arm around my neck and pulled me in for a big kiss on the cheek. I knew from the glossiness of her lips that if I was to look in the mirror now, I'd find a perfect oval replica of those lips in an understated tone of red just below my eye. And her perfume. What was that? I tried to decipher it from all those scents I'd experienced when trespassing into her territory (momentary twinge of guilt which passed almost immediately), but no, I couldn't place it. And just because of that it was suddenly extra-special.

She left her arm dangling round my neck while taking a sip from the wine, and asked me about my evening. As I gave her my bland reply about meeting up with the mates, she seemed to be paying rapt attention to what I was saying, while at the same time describing small circles around my ear. As the circles decreased in circumference, I winced slightly as she swept across a particularly sensitive spot.

"Oh my poor baby, is it still causing you problems?", and with that she brought my head down gently into her lap so she could get a better look. She brushed the hair away from my ear and leant forward. Out of the side of my eye I was aware of the orbs of her breasts hovering above me, and, below, I was aware of the heat rising from the junction of her belly and lap.

"Mmm, I dunno..." she leant back, then forwards again, which provoked a swing to her breasts, and I could feel the in and out movement of her belly as she breathed, "I'm no expert but I think maybe we'll have to amputate..."

So saying, she licked her index finger and inserted it into my ear and swirled it around a couple of times. The resultant frisson through my whole system seemed to please her.

"Well, you've still got feeling there..."

We both laughed, and I raised my head, perhaps quicker than she had expected, and it bounced off the heavily weighted breast above it.

"Oops." Was all she said.

Then she seemed to come to a decision, bent down further and her lips were now suddenly full on mine, exerting a gentle pressure. The softness of them slid apart, and now she was enclosing my mouth in hers until her tongue started to explore at my teeth and, when I opened my own mouth, linked up and coupled playfully with my tongue. Her arm was round my neck as was mine round hers and we both adjusted our heads to the best angle by which to suck at each other's throat from the inside.

Then we took our hands away, took our lips away, backed off a little and stared into each other's eyes.

"It's probably best not to tell anyone about this," Mum whispered.

"That's alright, I might tell myself sometimes but don't worry, I won't believe it."

Mandy actually cackled at that, and I loved her for it.

Yes, I've not told you yet, but Mum's name is Amanda. I thought this might be a good place to mention it.

By this time (actually had been from the moment I stepped through the front door and saw how she was standing there) my dick was rock-hard. This vision from my ultimate sexual dreams and fantasies was here playing them out for me. Dreams, though, lack all kinds of things like colour and smell, and Mum's scent was intoxicating, and the heat coming off her could ignite the both of us in an instant. This was so not a dream.

"Mum, I've got to tell you some....."

"Shh..." She held a finger up to my lips. "It can wait."

She reached down and took a loose end of the bow holding the negligee at her chest, twirled it between her thumb and forefinger, and then inserted it between my teeth. She raised an eyebrow.

With the satin string clenched in my mouth, I pulled my head back, but the cord was longer than we'd both estimated and stubbornly remained tied. I pulled back a bit more and comically overbalanced off the sofa, landing flat on my back on the carpet with Mum above me, the top of her negligee suddenly gaping wide and her heavy breasts with excited nipples erupting out of it and gazing down at me. With a giggle and another 'whoops', she tumbled down after me off the sofa and I found myself pinned beneath her, supine, my face wedged between her breasts. She wiggled her chest from side to side and I was caressed by her warm, pneumatic flesh.

Down below, her legs slid apart but then she brought them back together again to hold my hips imprisoned between her hot and surprisingly strong thighs. She rocked back slightly and I felt my dick penetrate into the crevice that was her ass. A familiar growl emitted from the base of her throat. I'd heard that growl before up in her bedroom when she was coming to the boil.

She rocked again, harder this time, and sat up, squatting on her haunches, balancing her hands on my stomach and thrusting her exposed breasts out. I could feel the knob-end of my penis trying vainly to separate her pussy lips.

I reached down, flicked the button of my jeans and slipped the zip all the way down and my dick lost no time in springing free.

Mum too, she reached down to brush the flimsy material of her negligee to one side, grabbed my dick between thumb and forefinger, then with her remaining fingers pulled the crotch of her tiny panties away and pushed my dick all the way up inside of her.

A gasp escaped the two of us. The sublime heat and slickness of her tunnel stunned me momentarily before she started to ride me, gently at first, but then, egged on by my reciprocating thrusts, like a bucking bronco. To her credit she remained firmly in the saddle in spite of me lurching wildly, attempting to impossibly get more of my dick inside her than had already been sucked in. To my credit she didn't ask for me to be replaced with a black man.

Her warm sandy hair had come loose and now ran in rivers across her shoulders, and as she swung her head from side to side it thrashed around her face in swirls and eddies. Her heavy breasts tried vainly to keep up this side-to-side swing until I grabbed at them and began to knead them, luxuriating in their weight. She was wildness personified.

Our rutting was building to a noisy crescendo, with caveman-like grunts from me as I pushed my ass up again and again off the floor, and encouraging squeaks and snorts from Mandy as she thrust herself down again onto my rod like a nail-gun. It flashed across my brain that I was simply being used as her sex-toy, making up for all those years of self-denial or, where that hadn't been possible, self-indulgence.

But as we both gave ourselves over to our own unrestrained, riotous climaxes I knew it wasn't just that.

As her cunt repeatedly squeezed and released my dick in order to milk every drop of cum out of me, she opened her eyes and gazed down at my face, smiling, and silently mouthed the words, 'I love you', before returning her gaze to the ceiling, closing her eyes again, arching her back and giving herself over to the sensations that were coursing through her lower body. Her fingernails made grooves in my chest. She was probably gouging out whole gouts of blood, but I didn't care.

I loved everything about this woman. I didn't care how she wanted to use me, just as long as when she did, it was often.

Like a deflated balloon she finally collapsed on top of me and we lay there sweatily entwined, exchanging wet kisses, laughing, kissing again and then simply hugging one another.

Did we fall asleep for a while? I think we did because the next thing I remember was Mandy pulling at my arm and urging me to follow her upstairs to bed. She'd already removed her negligee and panties and set about getting rid of my pants and boxers too. She tugged them off my heels and got her first good uninterrupted view of my dick, sticky from the mixture of my cum and her juices which had seeped back out of her in our post-coital embrace.

She observed it with a wicked smile on her face, took a hold of it, licked around the knob-head, and without taking her eyes off my face, proceeded to swallow me whole.

My God, Mandy is the perfect woman. She sucked me dry and didn't spill a drop.

The stairs in our house, like most in suburban England, are fairly narrow, so we couldn't go up them two abreast. I selfishly let Mandy go first. Why selfish? Because this afforded me the vision of Mandy's ass swaying succulently up the stairs mere inches in front of my transfixed eyes. Oh, if I could only have converted that into a GIF, I would have played it endlessly as a screensaver on the laptop.

Upstairs, we went into her bedroom (!) and into her shower where we languidly rinsed each other down, taking the opportunity and time to get to know the intricacies and pleasure spots of each other's body. And then into bed, where we toyed, spooned, and fell into deep sleep.

When I awoke, Mum (should I call her Mum, Amanda, or Mandy from now on?) had already gone off to work and left a note for me by the kettle (yes, always a cup of coffee first thing to start the day right -- she knew that). On it she'd written - 'Sorry for spoiling your study schedule yesterday (not really, haha...). On my way home I'll bring us back some Chinese takeaway, Love, Mandy, xxxxxxxxxxoxxxxxxx

Well, I guess it's 'Mandy' from now on!

So I'm writing this in Mandy's bed, a pile of pillows supporting my back and the heavy scent of 'woman' in the air. Ah, isn't life wonderful?

Okay then, finished that and I'm off to my afternoon lecture at the Uni.

Place this file deep, deep, deep into the recesses of the laptop memory, close file, sign off -- done.

9/10 V. Good! Watch those comma splices.

What the............?!?

How the...?!???

When the...??????!!!!

Add the word 'fuck' to all of those.

I sort of, kind of stumbled/rushed/toppled downstairs to the kitchen where my mother (!) was licking her fingers after finishing off the remains of the Chicken Chop Suey (her favorite).

I turned the laptop screen towards her. It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Comma splices -- yeah, you've gotta watch out for those. The Grammar Police don't like them, especially in the States. Not that they give a damn over here of course, I mean, it's just your style, after all. I think it shows..."

"Mum..!!"

She had a quirky smile at the edge of her mouth.

"Yes, darling son of mine?"

"How did you..? When did you..?" I think my needle's stuck.

"Ah, you mean how did I chance upon your Roswell, top secret, your eyes only, sex file?"

"Well, yeah..."

You remember a couple of days ago I wanted to send off some family pics to my friend?"

"Yesss..."

"Well I'm a complete nubbin when it comes to computers and I forgot where I'd put the pics I wanted to send..."

"Yesss..."

"Well this woman at work told me a dead easy way to find them..."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You just go into that search box thingy down at the bottom left and type in dot jpg."

Silence.

Added silence, though I think Mum could sense the cogs turning in my brain.

"Yeah, well I did that, and what do you know, all these tons of pictures came up, probably every pic from every file in the computer..."

Was she expecting me to say something?

"Well, there were so many it was almost as hard as looking through the files by name, but nevertheless I started to trawl through them and..."

"And?"

"And woohoo, up came lots of pics of a, let's say, 'saucy' nature. I thought they might be of your Aunty Jane, I mean she's got a rather promiscuous side to her, but even she wouldn't..."

"Wouldn't what?"

"Spread her legs like that...unless she was well paid of course, haha..."

"But this specific file here?"

"Oh, that was easy. I just looked at the root file for these pics -- it's written at the top, you know -- clicked on that and -- dadah! All the pics appeared in one group. Plus, I might add, an obscure Word file which intrigued me."

"And just why did it intrigue you?"

"Maybe because it was in a folder listed as -- Christopher Marlowe subjunctive clauses subsection xii stroke iii. By the way, you should be more careful there. I loved the character Christopher Marlowe from when we watched 'Shakespeare in Love', you remember, we were cuddled up on the couch and watched it together? You must remember, because I burst out crying and you had to console me. Anyway, I might have been tempted to open it just because of his name."

My whole body sagged and I sat down with my head in my hands. I tried vainly to think what secrets I'd divulged over the last couple of days. While I was doing that, Mum continued...

"So after looking at the first bit I was understandably pissed off at you for going through my stuff, although I did get a laugh over how you injured your ear..."

"I know, I know! I did try to tell you..."

"Yes, I know, sweetie. But then the next evening I read the continuation where you imagined a discussion with your tutor, professing all these hidden feelings and, well, you know how I'm a sucker for romance, and all these feelings for you simply bubbled up to the surface..."

By now she was running her fingers through my hair and down across my cheek.

"And you confirmed them all in the latest episode."

She embraced me and kissed me hotly on the lips. Again our mouths opened to facilitate tongues. The temperature (mine) was definitely rising and I couldn't blame it on climate change.

Then Mum (okay -- Mandy) ingenuously said,

"You mentioned 'cunnilingus' in the first bit."

"Can we forget that?"

"No. I'll tell you a secret. You know me and your Dad, we got married very young..."

"A bit before my time."

"Only a little...and your Dad was, let's say, a tiny bit reserved when it came to making love. We never discussed what each of us liked. We never really experimented. We did it in the back seat of the car of course like everyone else, but let's say we never got round to, kind of, having fun with the gear lever very much..."

If this was an analogy it was a bit confusing.

"Anyway, I'd never heard of 'cunnilingus', but I'd heard of cunnilingual, so I thought maybe it's something to do with being bilingual, but a bit more..."

"Well, it is sort of a play on tongues...So Dad never...went down on you?" (I couldn't believe I was referencing my late father so candidly)

Mum was standing there wringing her hands, apparently not knowing how to proceed.

"Maybe I could show you..."

"Would you?"

She stood up in front of me, where I was kneeling, and looked down at me, a smile creasing her face, as I took hold of her calves and drew her close, the material at the crotch of her cotton dress rubbing up against my nose. As it did so, I could feel the intricate lace pattern of her panties moving underneath.

Like one of those old-fashioned photographers, I lifted the hem of her dress and ducked my head inside. The material was thin and it suffused the white of her panties in a pale bluish hue. They were even smaller than her bikini bottoms, so this caused her tan-lines to stand out almost like they were being illuminated by blacklight at a disco. Her pubic mound pulled the panties taut at the front. I lifted my hands to gently caress it, then brought them round to the back across her bum. I hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband and drew them down, slowly, slowly over her cheeks then moved my hands round to the front and eased them further down over her small, well-tended thatch of pubic hair.

I stopped then and just took in the beauty of her, the deep groove bisecting the hair with an embankment to either side, delving in between the top of her legs and begging to be excavated even further.

I felt Mandy's hands on the sides of my head, urging me forward. On the outside she must have looked like an enormously pregnant woman about to give birth, but instead of trying to press the offspring out of her womb, she was eagerly trying to do the opposite and pull my face inside of her.

I pushed Mandy's panties down past her knees, at which point they dropped to her ankles, where she lifted one foot to let them drop off and then parted her thighs to allow me access.

With my hands grasping her bum, I pulled her onto my waiting tongue which slid the whole length of her crack, and then I pulled back, hooking my tongue deeper between her folds which eagerly parted at my touch. The moment my tongue reached and toyed with her clitoris this elicited squeaks and squeals from above.

I left one hand where it was, caressing her bum, and I brought the other round to the front and began to manipulate her outer lips while, for the moment, backing off from her clit. She wanted my tongue to stay there but she'd have to wait. With my middle finger I delved into her vagina while still teasing around her opening with my other fingers. She was contorting herself to get the most out of her exhilaration.

Again my tongue took exploratory excursions along the insides of her labia, sometimes taking broad lunges inside, sometimes content to just paddle along. But then I was back to her clit and this had her writhing. I knew it was bringing her to the boil because she had brought one of her legs up and over my shoulder in an effort to squeeze out more of the delight I was lavishing on her.

And then the explosion.

I stuck the middle finger of my hand holding her bum right up into her ass.

She screamed in surprise and excitement and leapt forward onto me, bringing her other leg up and over my shoulder.

The motion threw me backwards and I found myself once again on my back, only this time, my face engulfed in the flow of juices pouring out of Amanda's cunt as she came and came while licking my whole face with her pussy.

I lay there for a short time enclosed in my little light-blue tent, safe from the world, encased between my Mother's legs. She was breathing heavily and I lifted my hands to her belly to track and stroke the movement of her breaths. Then light streamed in as she lifted the hem and looked down on my face.

"Wow, Mum."

"Wow, indeed. Where on earth did you learn that technique? It certainly wasn't on the syllabus in my school."

"Oh, that? Yeah, well, you know when you go into a search engine looking for info about something or other..?

"Aha..."

"...and then it refers you on to other things and before you know it you've spent half the morning browsing after just wanting just one tiny bit of info..?"

"Uhuh..."

"Well that's what happened when I looked up 'cunnilingus'. I came across an interesting sub-heading called 'Venus Butterfly'..."

10/10 Excellent! See me after class and bring the gear stick.

I told my professor I'd thrown out my original draft and was taking a new direction but which would still revolve around experiences at home.

"Wonderful, Alan! Be certain to include your mother for it to be authentic..."

I told him I'd see what I could do.