Glenn and His Mother

Terri Gordon was wondering where her stupid husband, had put the new glass cleaner she had bought, she couldn't find it anywhere. It had cost her a packet because according to the advert, it cleaned stains off glassware guaranteed. She even went into the garage to look for it, and she could not find it.

She was getting mad, she had set this day aside to do the ornament and antique glasses, goblets, jars, plates, and dishes she had collected over the years. Everyone was a rare, or wanted item, and she had collected a good collection over the years. Now she wanted to spruce them up. She had taken advice and followed it, hence the reason she had bought this very expensive cleaner the experts say they used.

The lovely 40 year old was getting more and more annoyed, she would kill him when he arrived home on Friday, he would be expecting her to jump straight into bed and fuck him silly. "Well," she told herself, "if I don't find it, he won't find this either!" and she grabbed her crotch.

Terri at 5ft 7" still turned heads even now, she was a housewife in every sense of the word. Her face was like a magnet to men, it drew them in like moths to a flame, her hair was a part of the attraction she generated in every direction. It was golden brown, a mix of blond and chestnut, and it was glorious, it was also still long like a young woman's would be. Today she had it piled and twisted into a heap on her head, it was held in place by two clips.

She knew how good looking she was, and actually played on it, making herself look tantalising, sometimes her husband would get jealous of the attention she would receive from other men, even one or two of his friends, which really pissed him off. Terri had been targeted, and got, by eager and persistent suitors, over the years.

Terri wasn't promiscuous, she had just had to give in sometimes, she didn't really want to, but emotions had got the better of her, when other men, had set their stall, and sights on her. In fact it had only been three times in twenty years. She had regretted them all, yet secretly, she would not have missed the thrill of them for anything. She had talked herself into believing it kept her marriage strong.

She was a loving mother of two children, Scott the eldest now at college, he was twenty, and there was Glenn, who was the apple of her eye, because he was the youngest at 18. She smiled when she thought of Scott, he had tried to seduce her himself right up to leaving to go to college.

"He is a randy sod, isn't he?" she would tell herself, "I pity the girls in college when he gets there," she had said to her husband when he left to go. She had never told her husband of his attempts on her. Terri had been flattered as well as taken aback, first by his honesty in trying to seduce her, and then telling her he thought she was absolutely gorgeous, which she was true. And that he wanted to get her into bed, to satisfy an urge which he found almost uncontrollable.

She had fended him off, with some difficulty, she had hated to admit to herself, and he had now flown the nest as it were. It was now 11 am, and she was behind her planned schedule about 3 hours and she was getting so angry.

Terri, when she was annoyed would flush, her high cheekbones would go bright pink, her lips, so inviting, would quiver with the anger she was feeling and she was feeling it right now. She also, on most occasions when she got riled by something, could get randy too. So randy in fact, that if her husband wasn't around, she would take herself off up to bed and 'see' to herself.

Today was such a day, she seethed at her useless husband, she decided to ring him. Although there was a rule they had agreed on. When he was away, calls had to be made in the evenings to avoid any embarrassment at work.

She made the call, she even tried to be nice, to not let her exasperation get in the way because of his tardiness. As she was on the phone, Glenn, her youngest came in, he mouthed the word 'hi' to her, kissed her cheek and went into the kitchen. But when her husband told her where he had put it, she couldn't stop calling him an 'utter oaf,' and she ended the call.

Terri was wearing a skirt that came to her knees, it was light grey and pleated. She had a normal shirt type blouse that was buttoned, flat shoes and underwear that was comfy and not for the outside world. She walked into the kitchen, and one look at her face told Glenn she was about to blow her top, he knew his dad was a dolt sometimes, he did things that annoyed her so much occasionally, but he always pleaded innocence.

Glenn and his brother Scott had talked about her many times, they both agreed that their mother was the hottest around, so sexy and lovely. Even their friends thought the same, and a brave few had even mentioned her in terms they shouldn't have. But it all served to increase their own awareness of who and what their mother was, a real gorgeous and foxy mature lady.

They knew that their dad was such a lucky guy to have her to himself, although they wondered how he had hung on to her for so long. But neither would admit to the other outright, that they would have loved to try, 'mother and son,' with her.

Glenn watched her enter, and thought, "Mother you are so gorgeous," he wished he had the courage to try his hand, his luck, to see where it might get him, but he didn't, he knew the answer was a firm no no. She smiled at him, drew a deep breath, and said. "Your father!" she told him, "sometimes I could swing for him, I hate to say it Glenn, but for an intelligent man, he can be unbelievably thick!" and she laughed.

Glenn laughed with her, he did love her, and would do anything for her. "Can you believe," she went on, "I bought some special glass cleaner, and I've been unable to find it, and why?"

"I have no idea mom, please tell," he said, leaning against the sink while she stood in front of him.

He couldn't help but notice how her nipples were sticking right out, even though they were well contained. He groaned inwardly, he was dying just to reach out and twitch each one to see what happened, what she would do. He didn't, he knew what would happen, there would be hospital visits.

"Because Glenn," she said, "the dumbass has put it right into the back of the cupboard that you are now leaning on!" she told him. Glenn moved away without being asked to. "It's okay honey, I can get it, you stay right there." But she turned and walked away, coming right back with the old cushion she kept to one side for kneeling on when she was cleaning or whatever.

She dropped the cushion to the floor, moved it with her foot, opened the door, and got down on her knees. She pulled one door open and looked in, "Can't see it?" she said to herself. She leaned back, bent over and put her head, followed by her shoulders, and pressed further in.

"Where the **** is it?" she managed not to say the word, using the word 'heck' instead. She got further in, Glenn was enjoying the view of his mothers ass tight in the pleated skirt. He got a hard on, which wasn't the first time with his mother. He even pictured himself kneeling down behind her, cock buried deep, and her moaning her head off as he fucked her.

He saw her moving about and wondered what she was trying to do.

"You alright mom?" he asked.

"Yes I think so, but he's put it high on the shelf he fixed years ago, he's an idiot!" she stormed. Terri couldn't quite get to it, she slid her arm over the waste water pipe, and struggled to get further in. "Got it!" she cried.

"Okay look out, I'm on my way back, coming through," she laughed. But when she did, she stopped suddenly, "Ow," she cried, "my hair is stuck, I think I've caught it on the things under here, and now I can't pull my arm back either."

Glenn knew exactly what she was caught on, there were rods, nuts and bolts under there that operated the waste water system, she has probably caught herself on that, he thought.

He got down with her and looked, "Hmmm," he said, "you are caught aren't you mom, your hair is all tangled up."

"I thought so, but my arm is stopping me from getting to it to untangle it, and I can't get this arm," she waved it to him, "up there to do it, can you Glenn?"

He tried, but already his mind was already moving on elsewhere, from his position, to the side and now slightly under her, he could see her beautiful tits hanging in her blouse, his cock got bigger. He took an immediate decision, he was going to try and have some fun, pretend to help her, but if he could cop a good feel, he would be a happy boy.

He ran his hand over her ass as he reached for the tangled hair, he used it as a bit of a fulcrum and gripped it tight, his fingers in the crack of her ass. He grunted, as he tried to extricate his mother. His actions told her he was tying, but his hand was in a very delicate place right now.

He slid the tips of his fingers up and down her crack, and pressed all the way in until they came to rest on her little tight ass hole. He did all this while attempting to get to her hair. His mother wiggled her ass, as she tried to get his hand away from her bum hole. She put up with it, and never said anything yet, because, she reasoned, he wasn't aware of where his hand was, and what his fingers were doing.

She could not have been more wrong! Glenn was very well aware, her son pressed his body to hers, as he 'struggled' to free her, and now he was getting braver and braver. His fingers suddenly moved independently, the middle one pressing forward, he was guessing where her ass was. And he was nearly right on, another millimetre down and it would be centred on the exact spot.

"Glenn," she exclaimed, "your hand honey, moved it please," she told him.

"Which way mom?" he asked innocently.

"Up about an inch or two please," she answered, she could feel the pressure from him, and the pressure wasn't all external either. Glen did as she asked, his hand near her hair moved, and his finger on her bum hole pressed further in. His third finger found the entrance to her pussy lips.

Terri squealed, "Glenn please," was all she could bleat out. He was grinning from ear to ear, he was loving this, he was copping a real good feel, and it was more than he could ever have hoped for. He paid no heed to her squeal.

"Mom, I'm trying, just keep still while I try to get you undone, okay," he said. "Undone?" he told himself, "I'm doing my best to undo you mom," he tittered in his head. His fingers went on a tiny rampage, his middle on her bum hole, and his other stroked her pussy. But he also made a tangible effort with his other hand moving about on and near her head.

Teri's head dropped as far as her hair would allow, she didn't know what to say. Her right arm was over the pipe and she had no room to draw it back, and her left arm was supporting her upper body. Her son, unknown to her, had free range to do what he liked.Terri had no way of getting out until he freed her.

She still believed that he was trying his best to get her out from under the sink. So now she was behind the A ball. Terri bit her lip, and kept quiet about where his hand was, and what his fingers were doing. She knelt there while her Rome burned and he fiddled. Then Terri felt the first sensation of what his fingers were achieving in her.

Her stomach did that little somersault it always did when she was getting excited. But crucially for Glenn, his mother never made the connection between his fingers and the sensation. It was one of those feelings that you can't always define, but it's so good, so nice, you hope it continues.

She could feel his hand moving in her hair, and that helped cover over the fingers fiddling in her private places, She was kidding herself but she didn't know it. The finger now openly probing her ass was having the greatest effect. It tickled, and made the somersault happen again. It lowered her guard all at the same time, her ass moved of its own volition.

Terri was forgetting where she was, and she was forgetting who was behind her. The feel of the fingers at her entrances to her body was now turning into undeniable arousal. She had already been in a state of arousal, it was common even for her if she got annoyed. She was used to external arousal. If she watched a love film, a romance, and the leading guy was a sexy dish she would get excited.

Now Terri was excited, she unconsciously widened her knees, practically telling the fingers to get on with it. It didn't go unnoticed to Glenn, he took the opportunity to get further in even before her knees had taken up their new position. He forgot all about his mothers hair being stuck, his sole concentration now was on his mothers ass and pussy.

Terri saw a glimpse of reality, her mind focussed on what was happening, what her own son was doing. But as she contemplated what was going on, and what was indeed happening. Her mind, while she was thinking about creating hell, decided things for her.

"You are under the sink, you are stuck, Glenn is doing what comes natural," this was her body's reasoning to allow him to continue. "And Terri," her mind, gently and kindly, told her, "it really is nice though isn't it, you like it don't you, and you are hidden from him, you can't turn around and face him can you?" And ridiculous though it was, it was, she decided, a case of 'can't see, won't see.' She pondered these thoughts, and while she was doing so, she was getting to where she would not be able to protest, or say NO!

Glenn dropped his hand and went back up under her skirt, he was waiting for the explosion from his mother, he was certain it would going off imminently. But until it did, he was having his fun with his mother. Of course he had no idea of the discussion her mind had been having with her body, and the decision to continue having been made. If he had stopped right there, then things would be different, but he had no intention of doing so until he had to.

Terri didn't know her body was miles in front of her reasoning, her body was gyrating already to the fingers now on her bare flesh. And certainly not when her son's first finger filtered through and sneaked into the soft, and now wet lips of her pussy. Glenn heard his mother sigh, and that was when he understood that she might not stop him.

She couldn't see his face, but she could feel him, and she was still of the opinion, that when things went too far, she would stop him one way or another. She didn't realise that that moment had come and gone. Glenn worked his finger gently but assuredly into his mother's pussy, his knuckles pushing her cotton panties out of the way, soon it was probing away.

Terri's eyes closed as the finger secreted itself into her. Her mind was concentrating on the feel of irresistible finger in her. Glenn could hear her breathing, along with an odd gasp or two. He inserted his middle finger now, then his third, this brought a definite "Ah" from his mom.

Then the most incongruous thought struck her, this was her son, her 18 year old son. Her older son had tried to seduce her, now here she was giving in to his younger brother. It fastened Terri's mind to it like super glue. Glenn was about to go where he had missed, Scott would never know, probably, how close he really did get. Her mind rocketed at the thought, the picture in her mind of her being screwed by her own son!

Her hair caught up under the sink was now completely forgotten by them both, each mind was on what his fingers were doing, and where they were. Terri was as tense under the sink as she could be, she was wondering, and waiting for the next move, she was wondering and waiting, without knowing she was.

Glenn's first finger knuckle grazed his mother's clit, and that was the game changer. Terri let out the low growl she always did when she was fully aroused. Her back, as much as it could, arched up, then bent back down in the middle, and this pushed her ass and pussy back to her son. He was home free, and his mother's pussy was there for the taking.

Glenn took the lead now, it was his to take, and he knew his mother was not going to say no, not once, not now, not ever. He pulled his fingers out, hiked her skirt up, snapped one side of her panties, undid his zip, and got his young cock out in what seemed like zero seconds.

He let go of her hair, slid away, and got behind her as she was kneeling captive on the cushion under her knees. Terri knew what was coming, and she didn't care that it was her son. She was so high with anticipation, the adrenalin was speeding around and through her, with her mind and body screaming for it.

Then he was sliding in, her pussy was on fire, she was wet through and succulent with her love juice. "Argggggh, Oh Glenn, Glenn please?" she moaned. Terri grabbed what she could under the sink and waited for that very first delicious out and in thrust, it was always brand new to her, and she loved it. This was no different, but it was, it was so utterly thrilling, and consummately exciting, she felt like she was going to faint.

Glenn was suddenly a man on a mission, he thumped in and back out so many times in so many seconds Terri thought was in danger of being stabbed to death by his young, very hard, and now she knew, very big cock. She came, Terri hadn't cum so soon for lots of years, but she did now. He had banged in only about half a dozen times when her lights went out.

Luckily they flickered back on moments later, only to be extinguished again by another brain numbing climax. This happened more and more frequently as he hammered her. Her knees were now stuck up against the bottom of the unit, so she had no movement of her own, thereby she had no resistance to her son's cock rooting her pussy out.

She tried to speak but words failed her, she had to take what he was doing, and what was coming, Terri gave in to it. Her orgasms were more than she could stand, but until he shot his load, she also knew there would be no respite for her, not that she wanted one really. His hold on her hips tightened, his thrusts became harder, she knew what that meant.

She also knew he mustn't cum in her, her husband had had a vasectomy, she wasn't on the pill. Glenn was building up an unstoppable head of steam when he started to cum. Suddenly Terri found her voice, and she yelled back at him.

"Yes darling, cum, cum for me baby, cum for your mother, give it to me baby, all of it darling, all of it, I love you, I love you, I love you!"

Glenn blasted huge amounts of serious cum into his mother, his last thrust was the opening tap of the geyser he was. He unloaded cum shot after cum shot, into her hot demanding body and pussy, most of it straight into her womb. He sank back on his haunches when he finally stopped blowing cum into his gorgeous mother.

His cock popped out and he rested, he couldn't get up, he had to wait until his brain reengaged. As he started to regain himself, he made sure his mother's skirt returned to where it should be. Her modesty made him do it, covering her wet through thighs, wet with her own cum. Then he reached under the sink and released her in a matter of seconds.

He helped her out and to stand straight, her mouth was open, her eyes looked glazed, her lips were begging, he thought to be kissed, so he did. He put his arms around her, said, "I love you too mom," and he was locked on. His lips demanding hers, his tongue found its way into her mouth where she sucked it, and now that one kiss locked Terri in to him.

It was a while before she rebalanced herself, and then Terri's first thought stunned her. "This is your entire fault!" she said, "If you hadn't put that cleaner where I couldn't find it, this wouldn't have happened!" But it was said in her head to her husband. "I wouldn't have let, not even entertained, Glenn doing this!"