If I Had the Words

"You philistine..." She half-smiled, got up and, walking past me, whopped me round the head with the play. Thankfully it was a soft-cover edition.

She went back upstairs to her room and I heard various drawers being opened and closed.

Then she came back down.

In her arms was a soft bundle which she tossed across to me and said, "I really, really want you to appreciate Shakespeare, and to do that you're going to have to put these on. Now, give me about ten minutes and I'll call you when I'm ready. Oh, and when I do, leave just the hall light on, not the one at the top of the stairs, and bring the book."

With that and with a smile over her shoulder, she left the room and I heard her jogging up the stairs to her bedroom. My attention was drawn back to the bundle. What was it? I placed it onto the sofa and began to sort through the items. A white satin blouse with puffy sleeves and pearly buttons. An elasticated black belt which simply hooked at the front. A pair of black opaque tights. And a pair of what looked to be soft ballerina shoes.

She seriously wanted me to wear these? And what if Pete decides it's a good time to call round? If that happens I'll be up shit-creek without a paddle...

So first things first, I went and locked the front and back doors and then turned out the light at the top of the stairs. Then I came back and surveyed the items. Well, if it'll make Mum happy...

I'd stripped and quickly pulled on the strange costume and was in the process of going through some gymnastic exercises, amazed at the stretchiness of the nylon material but being vaguely uneasy at the fact that the blouse barely came down to cover my crotch, when Mum called to me.

"Kevin, you ready? You can come up now, but stop on the half-landing, okay?"

"Um, yeah, alright," I called back.

I went up as far as the half-landing, where the staircase doglegged up to the darkness of the landing itself. I sort of stood there, okay, maybe crouched over slightly, vainly tugging at the front of my blouse where I sensed I was being exposed in spite of the opaqueness of the tights and my black underpants beneath them.

Then Mum's bedroom door was thrown wide open, emitting a blaze of light surrounding an oh-so feminine silhouette which I thought for one moment was totally naked, such was the flimsiness of the white garment she was wearing.

I didn't say a word, I was in total awe of the sight.

The figure took a step forward and more details of my Mum came into focus. She'd braided her long chestnut hair and swept it around her head, leaving strands at either side to tumble down in waves over her cheeks. Her dress, was it a dress? Maybe some undergarment, with thin spaghetti straps which she wore hanging loosely over her upper arms, leaving the shoulders completely bare. She was equally bare-footed and, indeed, the only other item of clothing she seemed to be wearing was a brief, lace-edged pair of white panties which her costume failed miserably to conceal beneath its folds. The light coming from the room behind her served to outline the swells of her inner thighs, which undulated upwards until they parted before coming together again at the top in a gentle ripple.

Kevin, I thought to myself, close that wide-open mouth of yours...

She clasped her hands in front of her chest, thereby causing the tops of her breasts to swell out above the cleavage of her costume, and leaning over the balustrade, looked me straight in the eye, and whispered, "Act two, scene two, page two. By the way, where did you find the dagger?"

I was disoriented by the sight of her leaning over, and I fumbled at the pages. "Dagger? I didn't. I...oh."

"Oh, um, sorry..."

"No, it's..."

Mum's eyes were riveted on my crotch for a few moments before she seemed to reluctantly drag them away to see if I'd found the part she'd indicated.

"Got it?" She glanced down again at my 'dagger'.

I still fumbled the pages while trying to get the vision of her semi-clothed loveliness out of my head, but the view I'd just had of her nymph-like body silhouetted by the light from her room, with its breasts squashing up against the thin cotton and the delicate panties sensuously hugging the curve of her hips made it ridiculously impossible. My dagger was rapidly transforming itself into a sword.

I didn't dare take my eyes from the page as I mumbled, "Okay, got it."

But now Mum had begun to expel long, to me so erotic, sighs, so this inevitably drew my gaze upwards. She was smiling to herself with eyes closed, hugging herself as though clasping a lover. My own eyes were free to wander across her body.

"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name..."

She rested her head on her shoulder and her hug tightened, pushing her breasts out further. She was still speaking but then I sensed a momentary pause when she opened her eyes to find my hypnotized gaze latched firmly onto her chest.

"Oi, Romeo." She nodded at the book.

"Oh, er, yeah, um, shall I hear more or shall I speak at this?"

"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy..." She was looking towards the ceiling, her voice was imploring. "...What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet..." Mmm, yes, I was in total agreement. Just like that perfume she loved to wear, a delicate blend that would linger whenever she passed by. "...take all myself."

I was now enthralled and entered willingly into the spirit of the scene. I was no longer playacting, this really was me talking to my love.

"I take thee at thy word. Call me but love and I'll be new baptized. Henceforth I never will be Romeo."

Mum's head shot round in apparent surprise at being overheard, and she leaned down across the balustrade of the landing in my direction, though not catching my eye directly. I was thankful for this because I was looking directly down the deep chasm between her breasts.

"What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, so stumblest on my counsel?"

"By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am..."

I was enraptured.

"My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself...."

By now Mum had located the source of my voice and she raised her eyes from my dagger to my face.

"...art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?"

I could have simply walked up the remaining stairs to the landing, but, instead, clambered over the banister and reached up and across to the balustrade.

"Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike."

She reached her arms out for me and hauled me up onto the landing where she straightway took me into her warm arms.

"How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?..." Her hands roamed my face and her fingers described the shape of my eyes and lips.

"With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do, that dares love attempt....." I was searching her blue eyes and all I saw reflected was love.

Did I dare to attempt?

I tilted my head, closed my eyes and leant forward until my lips met hers, moist and giving and parting under the hesitant pressure of my own. She didn't recoil from my touch. On the contrary, she reciprocated urgently with her own mouth, and in an instant our tongues were writhing together in a dance of joy. We each had a hand in the other's hair pulling that face in as though to satisfy a ravenous hunger while the other hand looped around the waist and urged closer contact. Soon it was not only our hands doing the urging, but rather our hips pressing against one another and I felt the rigidity of my cock nestle into the soft swell of her lower belly. Mum rubbed her belly from side to side against it like a rolling-pin rolling out the pastry, while my hand lowered itself to the swellings of her ass and insistently persuaded her forward.

Then of a sudden, reason seemed to prevail and we drew apart. Mum's eyes had also been closed and now she opened them to find me looking at her tenderly. In her look though was confusion, as though asking herself how we'd come to this juncture. I hoped my eyes were reflecting sincerity, because, while holding her gaze, I repeated,

"What love can do, that dares love attempt."

Any restraint she was feeling dissolved immediately with that and she pushed herself back into my arms and our wet kisses fell upon one another like a sudden rainstorm in summer.

Her arms were entwined round my neck and my hands cupped beneath her lovely bottom and I lifted her willingly, her legs opening and wrapping themselves round my torso. Oh she was so hot down there. She bucked on my 'dagger', emitting tiny squeaks of pleasure, dry fucking me while holding me tight inside her thighs, squeezing the breath out of me. I walked her back into her bedroom, thrusting my hips upwards in exaggerated fashion with every step I took. There, I laid her down onto the bed, but she didn't release me and pulled me down with her. Still her thighs were clamped tightly round my waist and still she let out small groans of desire as still she thrust her loins up towards me.

I knew that under these circumstances my pent-up passion was unlikely to hold itself in for much longer and I knew that her frotting herself against my dick was going to result in such an explosion of cum much sooner than later.

"Mum...Emma..."

"I know...I know Kev...let yourself cum...you need to...and I need to...oh, yes you don't know how I need to...."

The floodgates broke with an involuntary gasp from me and I exploded over her belly, my cum oozing through the multiple layers of my underpants, tights and Mum's flimsy costume. She laughed happily and continued to hug and hump me. I continued thrusting at her belly until I felt myself emptied of all I had. I continued to lavish kisses all over her face while her hands ran up and down my back and down to my nylon-covered ass, squeezing it. She was laughing with pure joy, but I knew there was no way we could end it just like this. Her imploring whisper in my ear of 'you don't know how I need to...' spurred me on.

I extricated myself from her hug and leant back on my knees. I gazed down at her, ravishing her with my eyes. Her braids had come away and her hair was splayed wantonly across the pillow, giving her the wild look of a gypsy. I smiled and reached down to the hem of her shift, soaked at the bottom by my cum. I lifted it over her hips and Mum, seeing my intention, raised her arms above her head so I could undress her completely. But as I was inverting it over her face, she brought one hand down to stop the upward motion and, looking me directly in the eye, licked at those globs of cum that had stained the material. She wiggled her tongue up at me, its tip paler from my juice. It was my turn to laugh before I lifted her shift away entirely, exposing her large breasts, lolling there to either side of her ribcage.

The excited nipples stood out firm and hard from the flesh of her breasts, and Mum lay there smiling, watching me appreciate them, her arms still up above her head, offering me all the time I needed to take in the vision. But first things first. She had, perhaps unknowingly, whispered her own needs to me, and keeping my eyes fixed on hers, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and, stretching them while she lifted her ass, lowered them to below her knees. Then I took her knees in my hands and eased them apart. Mum of her own volition opened them even further so I was greeted with an unrestricted view of her vulva, the pubic mound topped by a neatly clipped landing strip of pubic hair, and the dark skin of her outer lips framing the pinker tones of her inner labia which in their turn focused the eyes into her even pinker cave.

It sucked me in like a whirlpool, and I lowered my face into it, lifting her ass so I could all the more easily sup at her delicacy. I teased her, but not for too long, by licking around the lips, and my tongue even went down as far as the puckered entrance to her asshole before returning and stabbing itself into her depths. This elicited a squeal of delight from Mum and she pushed her cunt even further up into my face in anticipation of my tongue's thrusts. They were so deep that my nose following hard up behind was being constantly attacked by the prickles of her pussy stubble. My tongue did a waltz inside her and she wriggled with joy, but it was when I slowed down and began a more reasoned exploration, finding and enquiring at the nub of her clit that she emitted wild screams and pulled at my ears to encourage me further. I sucked and she jerked in wild abandon. A finger of one of my hands holding her ass penetrated her hot back entrance and she bucked even more. Pretty soon she was gasping and pleading with me -- to stop or to go on I didn't know, but suddenly a violent shiver passed through the whole of her body from head to toe and she clamped her legs hard together round my head, transferring the tremors into me through her vibrating thighs.

Then she released me and collapsed back, arms and legs flung out akimbo like a puppet with its strings cut. Her chest rose and fell heavily as she regained her breath. She looked down towards me to where my head still lay between her thighs and said softly, "Aren't you a bit overdressed for this party?"

I looked down at myself, still fully dressed in blouse and tights, the elasticity of which allowed my dick to turret the front of my underpants. I was impressed myself that my dick had stiffened again so quickly

"Well?"

With a smile I clicked open the belt and gave Mum an impromptu striptease as I flicked the pearl buttons of the blouse open and eased my tights and underpants down to my knees to the accompaniment of a little hip-wiggling.

And there it stood, my 'dagger'.

Mum didn't take her eyes away and licked around her moist lips.

"That's not a dagger..." I feigned disappointment. "That's not even a regular sword..." I was getting worried, didn't I match up to her expectations? She raised her gaze to my face and grinned, "...that's a mighty broadsword, haha..!"

I laughed and dropped back down onto her body, every part of me aligning itself to her, lips to lips, chest to chest, belly to belly, toes to toes.....and dick to pussy. With a slight wriggle, Mum parted her legs to offer me entry.

"Come on in, but don't cum in me..."

Her pussy was already sopping wet and there was scant resistant as her curtains were pushed apart and I delved into that hotness that was my mother's cunt. I pushed myself in up to the hilt, and my balls banged up against her, eliciting a flicker in her eyes and a wide grin at her mouth. I was enclosed in this hot damp shaft, its walls pulsing against my thickness, its muscles gripping and then releasing my length.

Then I started into a rhythm, gently at first, pushing and pulling through her slippery tunnel with half the length of my dick. As Mum reciprocated my speed increased until I was pounding at her with my full length, my balls swinging as they ricocheted against her ass below. Mum's fingers gripped at my back, her nails carving deep grooves into my skin as my pace quickened and our movements became a blur. And at the inevitable crescendo I whipped my dick quickly out of her hot pussy and, scrambling up her body, released a fountain of hot sperm across her face and into her open mouth. I scrambled further up and straddled her as she willingly took my whole length down her throat. I continued in the fucking of my Mum, only now I was fucking her mouth. This amazing creature was letting me do things to her that I'd never dreamt of. I was in a love that should never have been but inexplicably was, and I was thankful.

As she licked up the last drops of my cum and I used my fingers to scoop up more from across her nose and cheeks and insert them between her soft lips, we gazed at each other in wonder.

That night was long. It was the night of long conversations, of whispered secrets, of warm hugs, of silly jokes and of hot kisses and copulation. It was a night in which we quoted excerpts from Romeo and Juliet to one another and Mum reflected on that time she'd played the main role.

She'd asked at one point whether I felt we were committing a sin in doing what we had done. I quoted back at her,

"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."

So she did.

I'd discovered during that night that prior to my 'dad' making his theatrical entrance onto the scene, Mum had actually been smitten by the school's original Romeo, but he'd had to be downgraded to the role of someone called Mercutio in order to make way for my miscreant of a father. Apparently Mum had had a whole trainload of such admirers from afar. I could well imagine that was the case. But that was all history now.

That night would live long in my memory, and dawn was already breaking as we fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms.

Over a bleary-eyed breakfast later that morning, with Mum serving me coffee and toast while dressed in a semi-transparent negligee that made me think twice about going off to college that day, I casually mentioned that,

"Guess what? We're going to be starting on 'Romeo and Juliet' today..."

"Oh yeah? What's that about, then?"

I laughed and reached over to her as she passed by, embracing her hips and kissing her navel, delving my tongue into its soft recess.

"Now stop that and be on your way already." And she wiggled her ass out of my grasp.

" 'I have more care to stay than will to go.' "

She leant over and gave me an innocent kiss on my nose.

"Me too, but I've got to get to work as well otherwise my boss'll fire me."

"If he does I'll run him through with my dagger...well, not that dagger...I mean..."

Mum giggled and pushed me towards the front door.

"Okay, okay, I'm going..."

Several hugs later I left the house.

When the Shakespeare lesson came around I was already feeling the effects of sleeping only an hour or two that previous night, so I was sort of tuning out what Smaley was saying about the play in his introduction. I felt I could get away with closing my eyes for a few moments since the girls in the class were going all doey-eyed over him imagining themselves as Juliet to his Romeo and he wouldn't notice me not paying attention.

It was when I felt someone shaking my shoulder and looked up to find all eyes turned on me and the girls sniggering that I realized I'd nodded off completely.

"Welcome back Mr. Riley. Your absence has been duly noted."

I roused myself and drew a hand across my eyes and blinked.

Smaley sat down on the front table and said,

"Look, I'm quite aware that Shakespeare can seem undecipherable, irrelevant, tedious and flatly boring to many of you...I give you exhibit one..." He gestured towards me and all the girls, hahaha, laughed, "...but, and how can I get this across to you? Shakespeare delves into the very soul of the human condition and if you come out of it at the other end with a firm understanding of what he's saying, then I seriously think it will make you a better person. In the same way Churchill had compact memorable phrases to urge your grandparents on and continue the struggle in the Second World War, so Shakespeare can conjure up magical emotions which can make you weep, laugh, tear out your heart, gird up your loins..."

"Ooh, have you ever girded your loins, Sir?" one of the girls said.

"Did you ever have a part in a Shakespeare play, Sir?"

"Yeah, I bet he played Antony in Antony and Cleopatra..!" said another.

"Can I be Cleopatra and you show me the kissing scene, Sir?" yet another swooned at him.

At this, Smaley smiled and looked suddenly wistful.

"I did play Romeo." The girls all oohed and aahed.

"Well, tell the truth, I almost played Romeo."

"What do you mean, Sir?" "What happened, Sir?" The girls were all ears.