Kissing Mum

Jack had just finished his final exams, he was quietly confident, but he still hadn't said a word to anyone. That was Jack's style; he was mature in a lot of ways. He was coming up to his twenty-second birthday. He had secured a job depending on his getting his degree. Jack had been for three interviews with the gaming software company he would join. He knew that he was a better programmer than anyone that he met there. Jack knew that he would be leaving home, but that was part of growing up. Jack had an old head on young shoulders.

Jack had got a job in a local hotel when he was sixteen, which gave him an income, the pay wasn't that good, but he made a lot in tips. He was sad that he would be finishing there soon as he had seen a lot of life in the six years he had worked there. When he was nineteen, he had lost his virginity to an attractive neglected married woman who was now divorced but still visited the hotel four times a year to be serviced by Jack.

Jack was tall, good looking with an athletic body, but he also had a massive cock that attracted a lot of women to him when a woman found out. Jack wasn't into dating girls of his age. They bored him; he appreciated older mature women and had many as lovers over the last three years. However, he had learned quickly how to give a woman pleasure.

Jack was polite and well behaved. In addition, he was charming, courteous and considerate. These qualities also attracted a lot of older women.

Jack's best friend was his mum. He loved and cherished his mum. She did so much for him. She was always there for him. He was her darling. Jack had an older brother and sister who were both married with young children. They had both left the house after university. So Jack didn't have much time for his father. However, he was an excellent provider. He was Sales Director for a huge company. Although he had been given a significant shareholding in the company over the years, he was financially secure.

Since Jack was fourteen on mum's birthday, the twentieth of May, Jack had always got up early and made breakfast for mum then served it to her in bed. Mum loved this as usually she was up first making breakfasts. Jack knew that he would be a hundred miles away in his new job next year. He would miss not doing that for her. Jack had once bought a Chinese silk dressing gown from a salesman who was staying in the hotel. Jack liked the nice things in life. Mum loved it when she saw it. This was a year ago, a week before mum's birthday. The salesman was still in the hotel. Jack bought mum a silk dressing gown with Cherry Blossoms on it. Mum loved it. This year he had bought her a silk nightshirt with butterflies on it.

Jack got his degree with distinction, he would start his new job next week, he wouldn't have a summer holiday, but he would be earning money. Jack was tall, and mum was tall too. Mum was a beautiful woman with a lot of class. She dressed in the best clothes. She wore her pearls; her jewellery was exquisite, mum was stunning too. She was striking, polished and charming. When she walked into a room, people would see a very distinguished-looking lady.

In May, mum had been fifty. In July, Jack would be twenty-two. It would be the first birthday in his life that he wouldn't be at home for. He would be working. Mum had a great figure, she was curvy, but she never wore any clothes that highlighted her curves. Mum's tits were massive. A couple of years ago, Jack had seen one of mum's bras in the laundry basket. Jack now knew that mum was a 38 F Cup. Jack wasn't sexually attracted to his mum, he didn't wank into her panties, but he liked her as a mature woman who also happened to be his mother.

Just before the graduation ceremony, Jack's year had a night out, which was a night in the pub. Jack wasn't a drinker; in the evening, he had two glasses of wine, he felt he was pushing it a bit as he was driving, but he also drank a lot of water. When Jack got home, he needed the bathroom. He relieved himself then noticed mum's bedroom door was open and her bedside light was on; mum called out, "Are you home, Jack?"

Jack went into her bedroom. She was reading a magazine she was also wearing her silk butterfly nightshirt. Mum smiled and said, "How was your night?"

"It was good, but they're all drunk, they all went to a disco, but I didn't want to so I just came home. I've so much to do tomorrow then the Graduation Ceremony on Friday."

"I have got a lovely new outfit for that Jack though I'm a bit annoyed that your father is not going as he's a big meeting in London, never mind I'll be there with you. I'm going to miss you next week when you leave. Have you got accommodation fixed up for your new job yet?"

"No, they will put me up in a hotel until I find something. They have a couple of companies looking for something for me. I can live in a hotel easily."

Mum laughed then said, "Then you will find a flat and have to do all your cooking, cleaning and laundry, it's all part of growing up Jack, I'm going to miss you when you go. I'll be here myself as your father is hardly ever here now. So I will have to find something to do that will occupy my mind. So I'm going to start swimming and going to keep fit classes. I've put on a bit of weight, and I want to get rid of that."

Jack hugged mum, then quite spontaneously he kissed her on the lips, the first time in his life that he had kissed her there, kisses on her cheek yes but on her lips never before. Then he slid his tongue inside mum's mouth. Jack didn't have a feeling that he was doing something wrong. It just felt so natural. Mum opened her mouth wide to take his big tongue. Mum was pulling him closer to him as they kissed, Jack felt mum's tongue in her mouth, but mum didn't put her tongue into Jack's mouth. Jack kissed mum lovingly with his tongue for a couple of minutes. He was enjoying tongue kissing his mum. Mum wasn't telling him to stop. He felt that she was enjoying it.

"Mum, give me your tongue."

Jack couldn't believe that he had said that. He felt he had made a terrible mistake. The following two seconds felt like two minutes, then mum put her hand on Jack's head and pulled his mouth closer to hers as she slipped her tongue into his mouth.

Jack had never felt relief like the relief he felt now. Mum was a beautiful kisser. He could feel the love in her kiss. Jack had been with ten women in his life, the majority of them were good kissers, but mum was in another world. Mum pulled her mouth back a half-inch from Jack's mouth, then their tongues played with the other's tongue.

Mum then put her tongue back into Jack's mouth. She then started to tongue fuck Jack's mouth. Mum was pulling Jack closer to her as they kissed. Jack then cupped mum's massive left tit. Mum wasn't wearing a bra. It was more than a handful. Her nipples were big and hard. Mum hadn't stopped him from doing this.

Jack then started to pull up mum' Chinese nightshirt. Mum then surprised Jack by putting her weight onto her arms and raising her butt. Jack quickly pulled her nightshirt up to reveal mum's flat stomach.

Jack then raised the nightshirt over mum's massive tits. They looked gorgeous. He didn't ask mum if he could take it off but left it above her tits so that both of her big melons were exposed.

For the next fifteen minutes, Jack played and sucked on mum's massive tits. He was giving her so much pleasure. Jack sensed that mum was loving though she never uttered a sound.

He shifted from one nipple to the other. He was sucking one as he played with the other. Then he noticed that mum had closed her legs under the covers, she twitched slightly, then she had a massive spasm. Jack's sucking and playing with mum's tits had given her a powerful orgasm.

Mum's body trembled, Jack hugged her close until she had composed herself. Then Jack said, "I love you, mum."

Mum pulled Jack close to her and said, "I love you with all my heart Jack, I think it better if you go to your bed now. We have gone very far tonight."

Jack kissed mum on the forehead then went to his room. As he lay in bed stroking his massive cock, Jack knew that his relationship with his mum had changed tonight.

The next morning mum made breakfast for Jack. They sat in the kitchen together. Mum was her usual self. She had hugged him when he came into the kitchen and kissed him on the cheek. She couldn't have been nicer.

Mum looked gorgeous at the Graduation Ceremony. She was beautifully dressed. Mum took Jack out for a meal afterwards. They watched television together when they got home. As they were going to bed, mum said, "I was so proud of you today. You were the only one to get a distinction. Well done."

Jack was leaving on Sunday night; his father transferred one thousand pounds to his bank account. Mum gave Jack a thousand pounds in cash before he left. She said, "If you need more, then tell me. Keep in touch, Jack. I'm going to miss you so much."

Jack was impressed with the hotel that the company had booked him into. The company was a money-making machine. Jack learned so much in the first six months he was there. He didn't go home once. After two weeks, he found a bedroom in an apartment two hundred yards from where he worked. It was ideal for Jack. Pat, the lady that owned it, would provide him with breakfast and dinner. She would also look after his laundry.

Jack was phoning mum every day. They didn't talk for long, but they both enjoyed the chats. Jack loved his work. He was the most innovative programmer there. The owner of the company quickly recognised Jack's talent. After his first month, Jack was given a thirty per cent salary increase plus a bonus on the number of games bought. After that, the money was rolling in.

Mum had an old mobile phone so at Christmas Jack bought himself and mum one of the new iPhones that had been released. Jack saw their potential and quickly saw that smartphones would be a new future for the gaming industry.

Jack went home for two days at Christmas. Pat was going to spend Christmas with an old aunt. Pat was now sharing Jack's bed with him. It suited him perfectly. He now had excellent stress free sex without being involved in a serious relationship.

Mum cooked her usual Turkey for the Christmas dinner. Apart from eating the turkey with them, he spent the rest of the time glued to the television. Jack was pleased about this as it gave mum and Jack a chance to be alone. Mum was looking great. Yoga and swimming had helped her a lot. Jack said, "Mum, you're looking great; the sports that you're doing is paying off."

"I have got my figure back. You are the only one who cares about how I look."

Jack knew that this was directed at his father. They sat in the kitchen. Jack had got his father a case of Champagne, knowing that mum loved Champagne. Mum didn't understand anything about the iPhone. Jack changed her sim card then started to explain some of the features.

He showed her how to take a selfie then how to send it to someone. He sent it to Jack's mobile, then Jack took a selfie and sent it to her. Mum was impressed. Jack had fitted it with a screen protector and a drop-proof case.

When Jack left the next afternoon, mum gave him a big hug, but she still never mentioned the hot summer night in the summer. Jack was sure that she would never mention it, but at least their relationship was still strong.

Pat was hot when Jack arrived back. Pat was so like Jack; they both had powerful libido. Although Pat had an incredible body, she was a widow. Her husband had died four years ago. However, she was secure financially and had started the bedsit to earn a little money and give her something to do.

She loved Jack's massive cock. She loved her pussy stretched. She was also teaching Jack so many things about giving a woman pleasure. Every day they were having sex three times a day. They both loved this. Pat was sixty-five. For her age, she was terrific. Jack always treated her with respect. She loved that.

At Easter, Jack set up his own business. Finally, he knew that he was doing the right thing. His first two employees were two complete geeks right down to the beards and the Jesus sandals. One had a doctor title, but they were both geniuses. They knew programming inside out but didn't have a business brain at all.

Under Jack's guidance, the games got better and better. The business started to grow remarkably. Jack began working on games that could work on a PC and smartphones. He was well ahead of anyone else on this. He was working hard. Pat's aunt died. She was in her eighties. Jack had met her a couple of times when he had gone down with Pat to visit her. She was in a care home.

She came from a wealthy farming family. She owned several farms which were rented out. The revenue from the rents was staggering. Pat was the sole beneficiary of her will. Pat was seriously wealthy now.

Jack was also making lots of money. However, he would still see mum twice a year, on her birthday and at Christmas. Pat never asked Jack about his mum but knew that Jack was very fond of her.

The years rolled past, Jack and Pat had been lovers for over seven years. Jack business was now global. He was working with Microsoft and Xbox. His games were the most popular out there. His turnover was in the billions. Jack was travelling a lot.

Pat was now coming up to seventy-four. She hadn't been keeping well. Jack had bought a magnificent townhouse in the City. He bought it to rent out but then, with Pat's decline in health, he moved into it as he felt that Pat would soon need to go into a care home.

The last time that Jack visited the bedsit was two days before flying to America for a month. That night their lovemaking had been intensive. Pat had given her best, she wasn't as strong as she used to be, but she gave her best. She was so happy when Jack came inside her, she had only one small orgasm, but she felt that she had achieved something when she had it.

Pat didn't want Jack to stay the night. Her last words she spoke with Jack were, "I love you Jack, in the autumn of my life, you have given me so much happiness."

Jack kissed her then said, "Pat, you have been my beautiful girlfriend for so many years. You have taught me so much, thank you."

Those were the last words that they spoke together. Pat emailed Jack three weeks later. It read, "Dear Jack, three days after I saw you, I had a stroke. The left side of my body is paralysed. Thank goodness that I am right-handed. I can type this message with one finger. It would be best if you didn't see me like this. I am now in an excellent care home. I won't tell you where, as I know that you would want to visit me. I know that I've not much longer for this life. I knew that you were a wonderful man the first day that I met you at the bedsit. You made me feel like a woman again. You have made a lot of money since we first met, but you always had time for me. You made me feel beautiful and loved. In my seventies, I looked forward to you coming home in the evening. Thank you for the kindness and love that you gave me.

Pat."

Jack felt so sad as he read that email. He loved every minute that he had spent with Pat. He missed her but was not interested in any other women.

One morning, just after nine, Jack got a phone call from Peter Grant, a lawyer. He said, "Mr Jack Ryan, my name is Peter Grant. I'm sorry to inform you that Pat Ashley passed away peacefully in her sleep three nights ago. She had instructed me previously that I had to inform you when this happened. The funeral is now arranged for Friday morning at St. John's Church in the City. I am sure that she wanted you to attend. You also need to visit me at my office as soon as possible."

There was nothing that would stop Jack from going to the funeral. There were only three people there, the priest, Jack and Peter Grant. The same at the graveside. Jack arranged to meet Bill at his office in thirty minutes. Bill handed Jack a letter when he was seated in Bill's office. On the envelope, in Pat's handwriting, was, 'For Jack.'

"My dear Jack,

If Peter has done his job, you will be reading this letter. I want you to know that I think of you every single day on more than one occasion. Three days before the last time we made love, my doctor told me that I had less than two months to live. I didn't want you to see me like this."

"I have been busy getting my affairs in order. But, I also had to say goodbye to you. For nearly eight years, you were there for me. You were giving me love and comfort. I fell in love with you. I'm sure that you loved me too. Jack, since my aunt died, I inherited a considerable amount of money. Probably too much for one person to have. You are a businessman and an outstanding businessman. I want the money that I've inherited and the money the farms produce every year to go to help disadvantaged people."

"There are over two hundred million pounds involved here. Peter is a good lawyer. He is no businessman. Spend time with him and quiz him on how to make this money bombproof. The farms will create the money, but a trust must be set up to ensure that the proceeds always go to disadvantaged people, this won't be easy, but I know that you're capable of doing it."

"Jack, thank you for being my friend. You made me feel beautiful and loved. I hope that you will think of me occasionally, especially when you see some poor soul benefiting from what I've left you. You know that would make me happy. I hope that you have a wonderful life and soon find a woman who will fill the gap in your life by my passing.

Thank you for being my friend.

Love Pat."

For the next month, Jack spent a lot of time with Peter. He didn't take any payment for it as he knew that it would be a good cause. Jack had his legal team in his company, but they needed an outside firm of lawyers. So Jack gave Peter's firm this work. Jack created a bombproof system for Pat's Trust to operate under. Soon it was helping so many disadvantaged people giving them life-changing support.

In the last week of April, Jack got a call from his mum. She said, "Jack, I've left your father. I'm sixty next month. I can't take any more. So first, the house will be sold and the money split, then I'll buy a small apartment. Can I stay with you until this happens?"

"Of course you can, mum, you can stay as long as you want. When do you want to come?"

"Thank you, Jack. Can I come today? I have all my clothes and other bits and pieces. I will have to make a few trips. I want to have my things out before your father comes back tomorrow."

"Mum, today is no problem. We have a van here that we use in the business. I can drive to you. It is quite a big van and will take a lot."

"That's a great idea. I also have some of my mother's antiques that I want to take too, the van, I'm sure would get it all done in one trip."

Two hours later, Jack arrived home. Mum had everything arranged in the hall. It would all fit in the van. It took them an hour to load the van. Then mum followed Jack in her car to Jack's house as she had wanted to but had never visited Jack's house.

Mum also had no idea about Pat. Mum hadn't seen Jack since Christmas. Again, she hugged him when he arrived. This time she pulled him closer to her. Her pussy twitched as she kissed him.

Mum kissed Jack on the cheek then said, everything will fit in that van. Ninety minutes later, everything that mum wanted was in the van. Mum then followed Jack as he drove to his house.

It was an imposing Georgian Townhouse in the most exclusive areas of the City. It was on four floors with an enormous cellar. Jack had installed a thirty-meter pool with a sauna, Jacuzzi and fitness room in the basement.

The rear entrance took you into a courtyard where the stables and staff accommodation would have been. Unfortunately, Jack's was the only house where there hadn't been converted into mews accommodation.