It was a Dark and Stormy Night...

She shooed me away from the kitchen when I offered to help and I sat back down at the table, observing her from afar. I'd been entirely honest when I told her she was already beautiful and had no need to go to any salon. And she really was. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, standing at the stove, and wondered if she was actually more comfortable in my stuff. It certainly gave her freedom of movement. I imagined the shorts as a mini- skirt, an incredibly short skirt, the kind she might be arrested for if she bent over. As for the T-shirt, well, her heavy breasts swung lusciously from side to side as she searched for the different kitchen tools - up to the high cupboards revealing her pale side breast where the overlarge arm-hole drooped open, and down into the bottom of the fridge, revealing the fall of them while she bent over looking for suitable vegetables for a salad.

From time to time she rubbed at her neck which still seemed to be bothering her.

Okay then, so there was something I had to do. I got up and went into the bedroom. I rooted around for what I had in mind and set up everything. This, yes, and, oh yes, that, and where did I put those...aha, yes...perfect...and didn't I bring something from Mum's house in the swag...?

"Mum, the food, will it keep for half-an-hour or so? It smells good but you smell better...."

Mum looked at me over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised, the wooden spoon which she'd been using for stirring still in her hand. I stood there with my best appealing look and innocent charm.

"Wow, you come out with that kind of thing a lot? Why aren't the girls queuing up outside?"

Without another thought I swept her up in my arms. She looked from me to the spoon and offered me to taste.

"Yummy."

She reached round behind her and returned the spoon to the saucepan and turned off the stove, then turned her body back to me and linked her arms round my neck. With that, I carried her through to the bedroom.

"Eyes closed."

I laid her down onto the bed.

"Open."

Inside, the room was an Aladdin's Cave shade of red. I'd taken one of Mum's silken, semi-opaque scarves I'd found at her home and draped it over the bedside lamp. The air was filled with the sweet scent of the joss stick I'd lit and placed into a glass on the bedside table. Also on the table I'd placed folded towels and a chafing dish for food under which a small candle flickered and in which stood a small bowl of scented oil, care of Mum's swag. Somewhere in the background there was low, instrumental mood music.

Mum's arms were still round my neck as I placed her on the bed. She peered from side to side and a big grin spread across her face before she pulled me in for yet another kiss for the memory books.

"I love you so much."

"Me too. You."

And I lowered my lips onto hers, which parted to accept my tongue. I found hers and somehow hooked onto it and drew it out into my own mouth while I lowered my body gently onto hers. Her contours became my contours and there wasn't a millimeter of space between us.

We continued kissing, angling our heads to get better access for our mouths, and our hands investigated through the undergrowth of one another's hair with our fingers twisting into the curls and waves and brushing away the hair that was interfering with our view of the other's face.

I lifted my head in order to focus better. Mum's face. I kissed her nose. Then refocused. I kissed her eyelids. Refocused yet again and came back down to repossess her mouth.

Mum's hands by this time had made their way round my back and were delving underneath my shirt, spreading the fingers wide to pull me onto her. Her legs crept out from underneath me and now looped themselves round my waist. Now there was really no space between us.

"This your massage parlour then, is it?"

"Yeah, you like it?"

"I do. Will this be your first time giving someone like me a total massage, kneading and manipulating my whole body, only to leave me begging for more? Will I be the first to submit to your..." That raised eyebrow again. "...ministrations?"

"Let me think. Apart from what I gave you earlier? Then, yeah, I guess so."

Why were we whispering?

"So would you mind if I gave you directions?"

"Couldn't hurt..."

"Hope not..."

And her hand delved into the top of my shorts and she drew out my, for a long time now, rock-hard dick which had been emphasizing its presence to her lower body. With one of her fingers she flicked aside the wide leg of her (my) shorts and directed me to the mouth of her waiting hot hole.

"It's a toss-up between my neck and down there. Do you want me to choose?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

And with a smile she opened her legs wider and pushed herself down onto my rod. Her juicy lips parted sweetly and I slid in up to the hilt, only prevented from going in further by my ball sac bumping up against her ass. Her head went back and she let out another one of those pornographic groans which turned rapidly into a growl as she started to grind herself onto me. I was the stick to her lollipop.

She screwed her eyes closed and all her concentration seemed to be on the clenching and unclenching of her pussy walls as I creamed in and out of her. With each thrust I tried to excavate more of her insides. I was determined to somehow get more of my dick inside her, and I gripped her bum while bringing my knees up close, so her ass was in the air and I was ramming her for all I was worth. For her part, her head was swinging wildly from side to side and she grabbed a hold of one of the pillows and clamped it into her mouth, making these strange squeaking noises as though I was performing some sort of amputation without anesthetic. Her pumping was matching mine as we sped up and then she threw the pillow to the other side of the room, threw her head back, and let out a long scream of, "Aaaaahhhh....Yessssssssss...!!!!"

That scream released my own pent-up cum and it gushed straight up into her, throbbing urgently through my cock and into her hot depths. And even when my dick was thoroughly drained I continued to pump, gradually coming down from the high like an express train coming into the station. A train would stop and then release its steam - we, for our part, were satisfied with panting heavily and grinning at each other. Mum reached up to my face and stroked my cheek. I took the hand and lavished kisses all over it.

I extracted my dick sloppily from her overflowing cunt, and her legs released their grip on my waist. I gripped the top of her (my) shorts and pulled them up her legs which were now pointing towards the ceiling. I threw them to one side. Then I gripped the hem of her (my) shirt and inverted it over her head. Her arms were stretched out above and behind her, and while her face was hidden under the shirt I could have easily taken a few precious moments to ogle her heavy breasts with their dark aroused nipples without her knowing, but I didn't want to do it without her seeing how much it meant to me. So I continued lifting it, and as her face came into view and I threw the shirt behind the bed, she saw how entranced I was by them, so, keeping her eyes on me, she reached down and cradled them both up to me like a sacrificial offering.

Me: "They're beautiful."

Her: "They're heavy."

Me: "They're ideal."

Her: "They're for you."

Me: "Well, in that case..."

She giggled as I grabbed hold of her round the waist, rolled the two of us over and lifted her so that her lovely breasts were now hanging down over my face.

I lowered her left nipple, together with a fair portion of the breast itself, into my mouth. I sucked at the breast and my tongue swirled itself round the small bumps of her areola while feeling the nipple itself grow exponentially in its excitement. My left hand busied itself with her right breast and while I was doing that, Mum, squirming, rubbed her hot pussy from which our juices were pouring out, along the length of my crotch. She sped up, eyes closed, very much in her own world, exhilarating in the sensations, dry humping me with abandon. Once again she climaxed loudly.

God, if I loved her before, I worshipped her now.

"Mmm, oh, I got you all hard again. Poor you. It's not fair of me, I was being very selfish."

With that, she pulled herself off and stretched out next to me on her stomach, the red glow from the lamp highlighting the bikini tan she'd apparently acquired last summer. Not exactly a bikini tan because there was no bra line across her back, and a pale triangle covered only the barest minimum of flesh on her ass. She'd certainly been determined to acquire the most comprehensive tan while apparently maintaining a minimum of decency, and I now regretted being unable to join her on that vacation because of my study commitments. Never mind, I would definitely not have got any studying done if I'd been there daydreaming and gladly passing the time of day watching her slowly turn a golden brown. I was brought back to the present when she lifted that pale ass into the air while resting herself on elbows and knees. She looked across at me, smiled, and swung her bum from side to side.

I didn't need a second hint and I got up behind her in between her parted legs and rammed my cock once again into her juicy hole. I held her by the waist and her bum cheeks quivered under my repeated attacks. Then I spread myself across her back so I could grasp hold of and pleasure her hanging breasts while my ass bounced up and down behind her and I shagged her like a hot bitch. Again my cock bulged before releasing its pent-up juice into the far reaches of her cunt to the accompaniment of her animal grunting from down below.

We both collapsed onto the mattress of the bed and lay there for a long while, not much seemingly happening between us besides me giving her breasts an occasional squeeze and twitching my cock inside her. She replied by contracting the walls of her pussy around me.

"Food?"

"Shower."

"Massage?"

"Later."

And she extricated herself, bounced off the bed and headed for the shower. In the doorway though, she stopped, held on to the jamb, looked back at me over her shoulder, smiled, wiggled her ass and exited to the bathroom. I was already pressing close up to her as she reached it and we entered as one body. The time we spent in the shower can be estimated from the fact that at some point the hot water ran out and we had to beat a hasty retreat. But it was time well spent as I used it to explore every facet of Mum's body and she mine. I knelt in front of her pussy while she opened her legs and let me explore the length of her labia with my tongue. She herself held the lips open and pressed her groin forward to help me search for her clitoris. My fingers investigated along with my tongue and they eventually ended up at the puckered entrance to her ass. Dare I? I tentatively made a couple of circles around her entrance with my middle finger. There was no objection heard. If anything the little wriggle she made could be interpreted as encouragement, so I pressed the finger up inside. She made a short gasp and then started to hump my finger. My index finger joined in. Oh wow, it was driving her wild, and hot water and suds were being splashed in all directions. She couldn't take a third, could she? You don't know my Mum - she could.

With my tongue inside her pussy and three fingers up her ass she came loudly onto my mouth.

She held onto the sides of my face and looked down into my eyes while I looked up at her, the water streaming off her chin and down onto my forehead.

"Mmm, phew, I remember that was one of the things you told me last night."

"What was?"

"That you love my ass."

"I meant I love it when I'm behind you and watching you walk down the street..."

"So you don't like...?"

"Do you?"

"Dunno, never tried it. Your Dad was never one to experiment very much, and Steve...let's just not talk about Steve..."

"You seemed to like it just now when I..."

"Oh wow, yeah that was...can't think of a word...umm, unexpected? Shocking? Startling?"

"Nice, then?"

She grabbed my face and brought hers up close. Quietly, she said,

"Let's just say it's your birthday in a few days. And at least now I know what to get you."

She laughed and we kissed, embracing one another deeply.

Then the hot water ran out.

Back in the kitchen, the food had congealed slightly, but Mum's culinary expertise soon put it to rights and we later sat at the table enjoying a companionable meal - a healthy meal, I might say, as Mum had managed to miraculously round up the few vegetables in my fridge to prepare a great salad.

Mm, one thing to thank Mandy for, at least.

As we toyed with the last items on our plates, me chasing a baby carrot around the rim and both of us playing footsie under the table, we both said,

"So..."

"Well..."

We laughed. And then we formulated our plan of action.

As we turned into Mum's street, in the distance we saw that lard-arsed neighbour scurrying back across to her own house. Mum said it was okay and we could easily trace her from the snail trail she left behind her, so we ignored her and pulled up outside Mum's house.

We didn't knock, of course. Who knocks at the door of their own house? We used my key and went through into the living-room where Steve was slouched across the sofa. He didn't get up and looked at us with a hint of defiance and ready to stand his ground...or to slouch on it at least.

Mum pre-empted any attempt at apology or otherwise and told him he had three days to get his stuff together and clear out. At that point Steve did get up from the couch and approached Mum with a hint of menace and a threatening finger.

"Now look here, Julie..."

I placed my imposing hulk between them.

"No. You look here. She told you, you've got three days. Get out. Go see if your tart'll take you in."

He went to lift a fist to me, but apparently I'd inherited from Mum the use of the raised eyebrow.

He backed down.

"That's it. We've got nothing more to say. Come on, Danny"

Did I mention my name's Daniel?

And we left.

We actually left in two cars. After all, we didn't want Steve daubing insults in lipstick all over Mum's windscreen. So juvenile.

We didn't bother keeping tabs on him, but four days later (we didn't want arguments over the exact definition of three days) we came back to the house to find it empty. All his stuff had gone. Had he moved across to the slut's? Who knows? We didn't care. We'd arrived by way of the shopping mall where we'd bought a few small items. The first of these were new locks to the front and back doors and the garage, which I promptly began installing. While I was doing that, Mum set about seeing if the other things we'd bought were suitable.

There was a polite cough behind me, as though sorry to interrupt my work.

I looked round and was spellbound.

Oh my God, they were so suitable...! She leant there smiling in the doorway, wearing a black lace negligée tied with a cute bow at the top and billowing out at the bottom to just above her knees. Underneath that she wore a similarly seethru, low cut black bra above which hints of areolae were peeking, and a pair of equally seethru black bikini panties which showed the Brazilian wax she'd just had done yesterday and the indent of her pussy itself. Between her thumb and forefinger she let a plastic bottle of baby oil swing casually to and fro.

I looked up and was spellbound.

"Happy Birthday, Danny." She grinned, turned and sauntered sedately away, undulating her ass and swinging the oil over her shoulder. Upstairs I found her on the bed on her knees and elbows, facing the headboard, her negligée up above her waist, her panties down around her knees and the bottle of oil balancing on the top of her raised ass. And a condom.

"Just don't start lighting any candles up there..."

I laughed. I was already naked in anticipation. And my cock was already hard in anticipation. I took the condom and rolled it on. Hmm, Mum seemed to know my size. Then I climbed up onto the bed behind her and took the bottle from on her ass. It had one of those push-lever tops, so I pressed it and applied a liberal stream along the whole length of my dick, not just the head. So I was going to go in fully then? It seemed so. I hoped so. With that hope, I rubbed the oil all over it. Then I squirted up Mum's ass and around the hole.

"Ooh, cold...."

With my finger I pushed the oil inside and swirled it around.

And now....

I placed my dick at the entrance to her ass and levered it up and down along her crevice. On each downstroke I urged myself forward a little bit more. Her puckered hole was getting used to my almost-intrusion and her muscles were relaxing. Then I made a preliminary foray forward and my cockhead disappeared for a moment before I pulled out again. Mum's ass now came back to meet it in anticipation and I slid forward once again, this time meeting resistance from her sphincter. I nudged at it and I felt it relax. A bit more and then I was in! Mum grunted, so I took it easy, resting there for a moment, letting her adjust before creeping my dick forward. The inside of her ass was so hot, and I was sliding, sliding along her hot tube. Then I stopped. I was inside her the whole way. I experimentally banged up against her ass to make sure I couldn't get maybe another couple of millimeters up inside her, and then I started to withdraw, like a suction pump.

Her ass walls seemed to contract round my dick on its way back to her entrance, but then easily widened out again as I made a renewed thrust back inside. And Mum was helping. While I was at the mouth of her ass she pushed back onto me and I was already deep inside her once again. Now we were picking up speed and I felt one of her hands below my dick at her bottom. She was frigging on her clit.

I know it's usually just in fap stories, but the two of us actually came in unison. We really did. Then we just lay there, spooning. I kissed her neck.

"That was the bestest present ever. How did you know that was what I wanted?"

"That night I came to you. It was a very lonnnnggg night, but I told you I remembered everything you said."

"But I don't remember mentioning anal intercourse..."

"Not in so many words, but you did say you'd do anything for me and that anything I wanted, you'd want just as much..."

She turned to me and my dick exited her ass with a plop and we kissed and embraced into the night.

Mum said she didn't want to stay in her house any more, she felt it had been violated and was no longer her home, and if she was forced to live opposite that mangy whore...well, you get her meaning.

So we were back at my place. We were cuddled up on the sofa one evening and I'd just turned on that Netflix movie, the one I never got round to finishing, when there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it."

I went through and opened the door to find Mandy standing there with a big case.

"Look, I know you're going to hate me, and..."

I closed the door on her. It somehow seemed appropriate.