Her Manuscript

Fortunately, Dad was distracted during this interchange by the young waitress who was gathering up used dishes from the table behind us and who was having to bend over to collect the furthest ones.

Mum made a final foray deep down into the inner reaches of her breasts, brought the napkin back out and, with a snaking tongue, licked up what she'd managed to discover down there. For my part, I took my hand from the hot reaches of her upper thighs and scooped that glob of sauce that was still evident at the corner of her mouth and allowed her to suck it straight off my finger. Her face dissolved into a quirky smile, wallowing in her role of fictional heroine.

As for me, she'd succeeded totally in hooking me and there was no chance I would be able to stand up and leave the restaurant any time soon. Dad, luckily, decided to take advantage of the waitress being in our vicinity to order a refill of the wine, so our departure was delayed. I continued footsying with Mum, but resisted the temptation to return my hand to its new-found lodging place, even though Mum searched around for it beneath the table, and in her fumbling had caressed along the ridge of my cock, pressing gently as she did so.

At the end of the meal I stood up and turned quickly towards Mum, so that Dad would not see my long-suffering hard-on, and I helped her on with her jacket.

"Ooh..!" she exclaimed, "I think I might have laddered my stocking..." and she bent forward to examine the side of her calf, offering me a long and generous view down the top of her dress to where her breasts, even though held in position by her fragile bra, were managing to sway from side to side. My position hid her from Dad's view, and when she righted herself, she glanced first at my evident bulge and then straight into my eyes. And then she smiled.

"Thanks for the idea of coming out tonight, Ian," said Dad as we moved towards the exit, "it was just what I needed."

"Yeah, me too," whispered Mum, huskily, and gave my arm a squeeze.

In the car, Dad flopped down into the front passenger seat and Mum took up her place behind me. In the dark interior, in my rearview mirror, I could see that her eyes were only for me. Dad's head was already lolling slightly as the effects of the wine began to envelop him in a welcome drowsiness. Behind me, Mum wriggled a little, probably to get more comfortable, but then she leant forward and placed a hand on my shoulder by the door in order to pass on some message.

"Thanks again," she whispered, and reclined back into her seat.

I didn't notice them at first because they were so gossamer light and delicate. It was the closeness of the scent which eventually made me turn my head to discover a black, silky pair of panties resting on my shoulder. I tilted my head to take in the full aroma of my mother - it was a heady mix of perfume and pussy juice. I lifted my hand from the steering wheel as though to scratch at my ear, balled the panties into my fist and pushed them down into the front of my shirt. Then I let my hand drop again into the space between seat and door, and with no hesitation, Mum took it and playfully began to toy with my fingers. Then she let go, but I left my hand there, willing her to return.

She did, but her fingers now seemed unusually sticky. She wiped them into my palm, released my hand and, glancing through the rearview mirror, I saw that she had relaxed back into her seat and was now looking out the window at the industrial scenery with more than a passing interest.

My palm was still wet and it would be awkward gripping the wheel like that, so I brought my hand up to the front of my face to see what had been Mum's latest trickery. The gooey liquid was almost transparent. I brought it closer to my face to take in the smell and then there was this blinding realization that my nose and mouth were only inches away from juice that my mother had extracted only moments ago from her own cunt. I looked into the rearview mirror once again, possibly with a shocked look evident all over my face, and this time, her eyes and smile were directed entirely at me. She raised one eyebrow. Myself, I stretched out my tongue and licked up the whole length of my palm. Mum grinned in satisfaction. And Dad? Dad had let his heavy lids do the trick and although not quite asleep, was definitely inside his own world. I licked and licked my palm and in the mirror made a show of smacking my lips together. Mum laughed silently.

When we arrived at our house, Dad's subconscious seemed to click in automatically and he opened his eyes as we turned in to the driveway. It was he who leapt out first, saying he was dying for a pee, leaving Mum and myself to lock up the car. Mum got out the same time as Dad, and I regretted not being quick enough to catch a glance up her dress through the mirror before she was already standing by the car. She was quiet, and started to walk towards the house door. I was momentarily distracted, having turned my head to bleep the car-lock, and that's why I didn't notice she'd suddenly come to a halt. Like in a car crash where the one following had been tailgating, there was no chance to brake and I banged straight into Mum, my dick wedging between her ass cheeks and my hands coming round reflexively to cushion the blow and to stop the two of us falling over. The hold that my hands found was across Mum's generous breasts, and even in that split-second I found I could register their weight and suppleness. She also reacted instinctively and brought up her hands to grip mine.

It was a long moment where neither of us moved. It was as though we were posing for a rather rude painting. Then Mum simultaneously squeezed both my hands in hers and pushed her ass back onto my dick. When she wiggled her ass from side to side the resulting effect was for me to burrow even deeper between her cheeks. I released one breast and took her chin in my palm and turned her face up towards me. There was a yearning look in her eyes, and when our lips met, there was no disguising the urgency of our passion. We kissed one another with fully open mouths and searching tongues, my one hand combing through her tangled hair and the other reaching down into her dress, into the covering of her bra and extricating a breast that was already fully excited, its nipple hard in my grasp.

Mum seemed desperate for my touch, both in her groping tongue and in the way she pushed back on to me. Then her hands had reached down and hoisted her dress at the back, and what had been until now two hypnotic globes encased in dark red, was transformed into a display of pale quivering flesh. Mum took a couple of steps towards the house with me in tow, leant forward and rested her hands high and apart along the house wall. Her dress was still hoicked high around her waist, and she spread her legs wide. Her ass, framed by her black suspender belt, made it seem like the target it definitely was. My zip was already down and I was frantically extricating my dick when the downstairs toilet flushed.

What the...?? It was as though the bell had been sounded for the end of trading on the New York Stock Exchange. Of a sudden, Mum had straightened herself in a composed fashion, turned round while at the same time bringing her hands back down to adjust her dress, swung her breast back into its hammock and that hammock back into her bodice. She looked down momentarily at my cock, but then took me by the shoulders.

"Ian, thanks so much for all your help. You've no idea how much this has been a boost for me, but now I'm going to go straight upstairs to work on the book."

She then reached down and took my hard cock and returned it to my pants.

"You should be very proud of that...anyway, I'll be locking my door so I don't get any interruptions tonight, and I'll see you in the morning, okay...?" and she gave me a motherly kiss on the cheek. I simply stood there, still trying to comprehend what the hell had just happened.

"And by the way, if Elaine Stewart from opposite has just been watching, I think you'll be in with a chance there, she told me she thinks you're a handsome lad. Oh, and pick up those panties from by the car, otherwise your dad'll think you're a perv."

I turned to check Mrs. Stewart's house, but it was in total darkness and there was no telltale movement from behind her curtains. I reached down and picked up the panties, my consolation prize, and turned back to find Mum already gone into the house and the door closing behind her.

I'd just discovered that my bloody mother had been the one in control this whole time.

Once again, what the...???

As I went up to bed myself, I thought, "I'll show her..."

The only thing I would be able to show her, though, the next morning would be her own panties caked in multiple layers of her own son's cum. But she didn't make an early appearance, having worked through the night on her novel, and it was only towards lunchtime that she finally did make a showing. Well, it was Sunday after all, so the whole schedule of the house was very laid-back.

Anyway, she flounced into the kitchen, humming a tune to herself, in her bare feet and wearing a light wrap-around dress. She busied herself preparing coffee, humming all the while as though nothing at all had occurred between us and then, glancing across as though seeing me for the first time, she saw that I had her folder laid out in front of me on the table.

"Hey, Ian, would it be too much to ask you to go through some of the grammar with me? I can see all those red marks on the page from here. I suppose you've given me two out of ten and asked me to see you after class?"

Up until now I'd been asking myself how I should react on seeing her. The alternatives had been to be angry, to sulk, or simply to ignore her in the light of the perceived slight I'd suffered. But deep down I knew that I'd brought it upon myself and that I'd been the one to set the rules. In the back of my mind I could remember saying to her, "Not the full business, just the techniques..." so I had no-one to blame but myself.

Confronted by her contagious smile, I smiled back and said, "Of course, Mum, I told you, that's what I'm here for."

"Good. Let's go through to the lounge, then, it'll be a bit cozier there, and I'll make us some sandwiches."

We did just that, and set ourselves up at the large dining table while Dad rested in the armchair, his feet up, reading the sports pages of the weekend newspapers. A couple of times he came across, but not out of interest in what we were doing. Rather it was to pinch one of our sandwiches. He said the red marks all over the page put him in mind of his own schooldays which were thankfully now far behind him.

Mum and I continued our back and forth, and it was when we were lengthily arguing over use of the word 'said' and how there were multiple ways of varying it, that Dad threw down his paper theatrically and sighed, " 'Uttered', 'remarked', 'groaned', 'contended', 'observed'... 'I'm off to my Dad's,' he intimated. I've not seen him for a few days and he thinks his carer's robbing him blind, so..."

Dad left the room, and we heard him putting on his shoes, picking up the car keys and his wallet, then closing the back door behind him. There was the slam of the car door, the engine starting and a moment later it faded out of earshot as he pulled out into the road.

It occurred to me that in those few moments we'd not continued our work, we'd simply sat there and listened. Then we turned and looked at each other.

"There's another part of your book which has been bothering me, and if it bothers me it'll probably bother other readers as well..."

"Aha..."

"It's got nothing to do with grammar..."

"Aha..."

"It's that scene that takes place on the dining table. A bit like this one, in fact. I find it very implausible..."

"Oh...why?"

"There's just no way that the bloke can push Amanda's panties down with his...chin?"

"Why not? I thought that was very sexy..."

"But virtually impossible, the waistband would just roll backwards and forwards and it would take him all night to perform...so did Dad ever do that to you?"

"Well, no, but I had this picture..."

"Off the Internet?"

"No. In my mind, I just thought..."

"No. It has to be either she herself pulling them down or him using his fingers to pull them down...or perhaps using his teeth..."

"His teeth?"

"Yeah. I think him using his teeth would be really sexy and a great turn-on for the reader, not to mention Amanda..."

"You do, do you?"

"I do. Indeed I do."

I took her by the hand and she stood up. I dramatically swept the folders off the table and onto the carpet. I've got to say I've always wanted to do something as dramatic as that. And then with her hands resting on my shoulders, I lifted Mum into a sitting position up onto the now vacated surface.

"So how do you think this would work, then? In your mind, I mean." Her hands went tighter round my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.

"Well theoretically," I kissed her back, using my tongue to investigate between her accommodating lips, "the bloke would start by divesting Amanda of a few of her outer layers..."

She brought my hands over to the tie at the side of her dress, then leant back until her upper body was lying flat on the table and her legs were dangling loosely and slightly apart over the edge. I insinuated myself gently between her thighs, nudging them further apart with my hips, took both loose ends of the bow and pulled it apart. When it was free, I took the one overlapping width of material and brought it across the front of her body, like unwrapping a breakable present, and placed it to one side of her. One white bra-enclosed breast was uncovered as was one half of the delicate white panties hugging her hips. Then I took the other flap and spread that out to the other side of her body as well.

Mum lay there spread-eagled, her heavy breasts relaxing to either side of her upper ribcage within her lacy bra, her navel rising and falling in anticipation, and, where my crotch was pressed up against it, the mound of her sex with its landing-strip trim exciting through its semi-opaque white panties.

I skimmed my palms up the front of her body from below her midriff, eliciting a silent tremor through her body, and then fed my fingers up beneath the warm cups of her bra. My hands enclosed the meat of her breasts and I massaged each nipple within a soft scissor grip of my fingers, my thumbs kneading her mounds from the inside. As I rubbed at them, I felt each tit swell exponentially and thrust itself up between my fingers. I just had to see this, and raised my wrists so that the cups of her bra lifted and were pushed up and over the tops of her breasts. Through the valley between them I could see Mum breathing heavily and gazing at me with a smile across her lips.

Then she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensations I was eliciting through my fingers. She arched her back, inviting me onwards. While still kneading at her breasts, I brought my head down towards her panties and with my tongue I gently licked horizontally just above her waistband. She wriggled beneath my tongue and her hands came down to grasp at my hair. I licked around her navel and then delved into it, lapping at the soft indent. When my tongue re-emerged, it travelled southwards back down towards her panties. Mum was grabbing at tufts of my hair and lifting her legs so her feet were caressing at my waist. With my chin, I tried to ease down the front of her panties. The waistband was not so tight as to stop blood flow, nowhere near; it was even quite dainty, but try as I might, the moment I released my chin, the elastic simply rolled back into place. The point had been made. Even so, there was the added satisfaction that as my chin rolled the material down to its fullest extent at the front it brushed up against the spiky hairs of Mum's pussy mound and even started to drop into the soft damp cleft that waited down there. The eroticism was not lost on my cock.

"Okay smart ass, you've made your point. Any suggestions? Remember I'm supposed to be a slut..."

I raised my head. "A total whore."

"A dirty floozy who just wants her knickers ripped off and fucked silly."

"Well in that case we could..."

Her eyes opened wide in surprise as I took her legs which were still raised and placed the crook of her knees over my shoulder, yanked her panties down over her ass and half-way along her thighs, swept my own shorts down my legs and thrust my hard cock straight and deep into her already wet exposed cunt. As my cock bottomed out inside her and my balls banged up against her ass it was as though she'd been winded.

"Oof..! You're big..."

I clambered up onto the table with my cock fully inside her and kneeled over her. Mum brought her hands up to my cheeks and brought my face down to meet hers in a delicious kiss.

Then I levered my cock back up and thrust down again. Again my balls ricocheted against her ass. Mum gurgled into my mouth.

"Yesss...fuck my cunt, come on, do me good, send me straight to heaven..."

"You're a filthy bitch..." I whispered into her ear as I picked up the pace, "You're a shagger's delight...your open snatch belongs to me, missus..." I was ramming into her for all I was worth. "You've got a tight cunt for a loose whore..."

My mouth plastered itself over hers, her knees were up at her shoulders and down below I pistoned and pistoned into her.

Mum released my tongue from between her teeth and screamed in delight as her fingers clawed up and down my back, digging into my butt cheeks and pulling me on.

"Yes...yesss... fucking hell yes...!" Her head tilted way back as she came with a huge quivering throughout her whole body and I took the opportunity to chew into her exposed neck, feel her throaty groans of ecstasy through my teeth. She came violently, scissoring her legs together around my neck and lifting her ass in a vain effort to swallow my cock even deeper than it already was inside her cunt.

I was still ramming myself into her and as I felt my own familiar surge begin to shoot up my cock I momentarily wondered whether Mum wanted me to pull out - but then the opportunity was already past and anyway Mum's arms and legs were gripping me so tightly to her as I exploded in my turn and gushed into her and I threw my head back and Mum used her own opportunity to suck at my neck and dig her teeth into me like the kiss of a vampire.

"Fuck, that was so good...phew!" Mum stroked my cheek and wiped my brow and lifted her head to kiss me. I supported the back of her head with one hand and delved my tongue between her lips. We played around in each other's mouth and lavished kisses onto each other's nose, eyelids, ears and, Mum laughing as she did so, chin.

Her delicate white panties were at her knees and I laughingly demonstrated the art of removing them with my teeth by bringing one of her legs further up and bending it until I could tug them off her ankle. I then swung her gently round so that she was now lying on top of me, my limp dick still lolling at the entrance to her pussy. She lifted her upper body so that she was sitting upright over me and she tightened the grip of her cunt on my dick while allowing me to gaze in awe and play with her proud tits. She looked down at them.

"You like 'em?"

"I love 'em. It just amazes me how they defy gravity..." I reached up and fondled them.

Mum bent over and swayed them past my mouth, my tongue reaching up for the occasional lick as they swung by.

"It's all those workouts I do in the study..."

"Oh, so that's what those rhythmic bumps and groans were, then..."

"What??" She gave me a playful slap. "You thought I was jigging off in there..??"