Now That Daddy's Gone Ch. 01

To Peter the room seemed to be suffocating him, he was sweating and his cock was throbbing inside his shorts.

"Does it hurt you?" Peter whispered.

"The man does various things to the woman, he kisses and caresses her in her erogenous zones. I won't explain those, you will have fun finding out when you get a girlfriend. This makes the woman's vagina secrete fluids which make her receptive to the man's penis. When they are having intercourse the man will ensure that the woman's clitoris is stimulated so that she enjoys it too," she pointed the clitoris on the expanded diagram in the book.

"Look Peter, I'm telling you this to improve your education but it's really your father's job to explain the intricacies of love making to you. I know your father is very gruff and removed from you; he's distant to me too mostly, except to appease his appetites. I would appreciate it if you didn't tell your father we had this conversation and stay out of our bedroom."

"Also you should heed your father's wishes about staying out of the house or even coming near the house between six and half-past," she looked at him very seriously.

"But I..." Peter began, his face was flushed and there were tears forming in his eyes.

She withdrew her hand from under that table and put it over his.

"Please don't lie to the mother that loves you. I know what young men like to do and what they like to look at while they do it but looking at your mom and dad doing that is wrong. Let's just not speak of it any more ok?" she smiled at Peter sweetly and his heart melted.

He nodded, pleased that his mother had let him off without further embarrassment.

"It's nearly five and I have to start dinner and get ready for daddy. You go help daddy with the chores and I'll see you for dinner," she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

William came through the door exactly at six o'clock and Meg was waiting for him. She wore an A-line skirt cut short above her knees, a white Angora sweater, sheer flesh-toned stockings and white high heels. William dropped his dungarees on the floor and beckoned her to do her duty. She fell to her knees before him and began to suckle his cock whilst stroking his scrotum.

William was unable to maintain a full erection. His impotence was becoming a regular occurrence, he could get semi-erect but he couldn't get any harder no matter what tricks Meg tried. He roughly dragged her onto the couch, lifted her skirt, tore off her panties and tried to penetrate her. He could get his cock inside her but he couldn't keep it inside her vagina, it kept falling out of her because it was so flaccid.

William was getting frustrated and the harder he tried to get his cock hard the less success he had.

"It's your fault you fucking whore! I can't do my duty by you or pleasure myself with you because of something you've done!" William pushed her away from him.

Meg was sobbing.

"William Balfour don't you dare call your wife a whore! I'm devoted to you! I'm trapped on this farm all day cooking, cleaning and schooling your son, where do I get time to be unfaithful!" she cried.

"Well there is something wrong. I used to fuck you at least three times day, more on weekends, and now I can hardly get it up. Why do you think that is?" he growled.

Margaret knew why but would not say. William had been drinking more and more lately, even while he was at work. He never used to drink while working on the farm, it was too dangerous, but she could smell the booze on him now. Every time he had failed to gain a full erection he had been drinking.

"It's probably just a passing phase honey, the malady will go away and you will be performing like our prize bull every time darling," she said to appease him.

It made matters worse.

"Don't you compare me to a stud animal you bitch!" William raised his hand and Meg cowered but he didn't hit her.

"I'd smack you one but the boy would see the shiner," William was panting with rage.

"And that's another thing. You and that boy are too close. He's a grown man now and you're treating him like a milksop!" William stepped into his dungarees and began to pull them up.

Dinner that night was a stoical affair. Everyone remained silent at the dinner table and Peter could sense there was something wrong between his mother and his father. He excused himself early from the table.

"Can I be excused? Tonight's bath night and I have chores to do early so I'm heading on up," he said.

His father just grunted and Peter left the table.

William was drinking at the dinner table, something he would never have done a year ago, and he took the bottle over to the couch and drank more, soon falling asleep.

Meg cleaned off the table and did the dishes. She sat next to William and tried to rouse him, to talk to him, to reason with him, but he was too far in the bag.

She made her way upstairs, intent on having an early night. She heard Peter in the bathroom, the door was ajar. She crept up to it and peeked inside.

Her son was in the bath and had an erection which he was slowly stroking, his eyes were closed and he had a blissful smile on his face.

Peter's cock was even bigger than his father's, who was very well hung. It was engorged, almost throbbing, the bulbous head purple and ripe. Meg remembered when William's cock was like that all the time. She watched her son masturbate and she couldn't help putting her hand under her skirt, she found her clitoris nestled in the folds of her labia. Meg was frustrated because William had not satisfied her, she was wet down there and when she began to circle her clitoris she became wetter.

She fantasised that her husband was deep inside her, his cock as engorged as her son's was now. He was fucking her with long slow strokes, his pubis pressing on her clitty, he kissed her and caressed her while he fucked her. He told her she was gorgeous, beautiful and sexy and that he loved her. And when he lifted his face from hers it wasn't William's at all, it was Peter's.

She gasped at the vulgarity of this obscenity but she pressed her clitoris harder and put two fingers inside herself. The image wouldn't go away, her son was fucking her and telling her that he loved her, and she was about to orgasm.

She put her back to the doorjamb and worked her fingers inside herself and bit down on her lip to silence a scream.

She moaned as her orgasm coursed through her body, she arched her back and drove her fingers deep inside her cunt and thrummed her clitoris, waves of pleasure washed over her.

"Mom? Mom? Is that you?" Peter called out from the bath.

"Yes honey, I just wanted to say goodnight, are you decent?" she said breathlessly.

"Wait a minute. Yes you can come in now," Peter had poured more bath soap into the water and frothed it up so that the foam covered his erection.

The sight of his mother and the scent of her perfume caused his cock to quiver when she came through the door. She closed it behind her. She seemed to be glowing, to be happy; it was good to see after the tense dinner.

"Daddy's asleep on the couch so I'm having an early night. I just came to kiss my darling boy goodnight," she smiled lovingly at her son.

When she spoke like that it usually made Peter feel embarrassed but tonight it excited him. He examined her. Her pretty face with those dark mascaraed eyes, blood-red lipstick and rouged cheeks, her bosom pushing out the Angora sweater, those long-long-long legs. You could see so much of them tonight, clad in shimmering nylons, and those white spiked high heels were just so sexy.

She approached the bath and knelt down to kiss her boy goodnight. His body was skinny but his muscles were developing from the farm work, his hair was a little long and needed cutting, he had his father's eyes. She noticed all these things as she leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Peter couldn't breathe. His mother's dress had ridden up when she got down on her knees and he could see the tops of her stockings and her luscious thighs.

Then Margaret saw her son's engorged manhood poking through the sea of foam. It was slowly pulsating, a bead of pre-ejaculate oozed from the eye.

Fascinated she couldn't take her eyes off it. Then she became entranced, enchanted, she instinctively reached out for it, it was a spontaneous gesture.

Peter gasped when his mother wrapped her long fingers softly around his cock. A pearl of semen oozed from the eye of his penis. Meg was fascinated, she leaned in closer to look at it.

"Oh dear! Gracious me! Oh my goodness!" she squealed as her son's cock spasmed and a geyser of scalding semen splattered in her face.

The next spurt sprayed into her hair, the following one doused her bosom. Impulsively and unconsciously she gripped her son's cock tighter as an innate reaction to his ejaculation. She was inadvertently milking her son.

The remaining few spurts of Peter's issue fell on her sweater and skirt, the last one in the bath.

Peter was breathless and joyful, he had never felt such delectation, such release.

Meg burst out laughing.

"Well that wasn't supposed to happen," she giggled.

She was obviously in shock. The laughing and giggling were a manifestation of her temporary delirium.

Peter was speechless, he just didn't know what to say to his mother.

"We will definitely will not be telling daddy about this," Margaret said as she cleaned herself as best she could with a face cloth.

She turned away and left the bathroom without saying anything further.

Peter heard the click-clack of her high heels receding down the hallway.

The next day was awkward to say the least. Breakfast was a stoic affair with William hungover and still angry at Meg and Peter and his mother still embarrassed by what had occurred in the bathroom.

In a way Peter was glad. He was too close to his mother and what had happened in the bath last night was wrong and they both knew it.

Time passed and William still came home at six o'clock in the evening but had given up trying to perform his husbandly duties to Meg, he reached for the bottle instead of his wife. She still dressed pretty for him and showed him affection but on the rare occasions that he did reach for her he was unable to consummate their desires.

Margaret had never really realised how much she liked sex until it was denied her. She would masturbate in the house while her men were at work and increasingly it was her son who was fucking her in her fantasies. She was also behaving very eccentrically. She started to leave her discarded nylons under Peter's pillow along with copies of her husband's lingerie catalogues.

She knew that her son was using her lingerie to masturbate so she left him these little treasures to keep him out of her underwear drawers. Every now and then she would find one of her old nylons in the trash, crusty with her son's dried sperm. One day she even took one out and put it to her nose while she slipped her hand inside her panties and pleasured herself.

The sexual tension between mother and son was becoming palpable. William Balfour was totally unaware, he was too busy working on the farm during the day and too drunk at night.

Three months after the incident in the bathroom Peter was lying in bed with the bedclothes pulled down. He had slipped one of his mother's stockings over his cock and was sniffing at the crotch of a pair of her nylon panties that he had pilfered from the laundry basket. He was ever so slowly stroking himself whilst looking at pictures of the mature women dressed in lingerie in one of the catalogues that his mother had left for him.

The door opened a crack and his mother's perfume wafted through the opening. His mother poked her head through the gap and immediately put a finger to her lips.

"Shh," she stepped into the room on stocking feet.

She softly closed the door behind her and tiptoed over to the bed.

Peter dropped the magazine on the floor and just lay there slackjawed unable to speak or move.

Meg was wearing full makeup, a black satin and lace bustier with four garters each side attached to the welts of her black silk fully-fashioned stockings. She was sans high-heels so as not make a noise on the wooden floorboards.

She lay down beside her son and put her lips his ear.

"This is always to be our secret. We never speak of this outside this room, if your father finds out we are both dead," she whispered.

The closeness of his mother's body, the smell of her perfume, the feel of her lips fluttering on his ear nearly drove Peter to extremis.

Then his mother did.

She took his stocking-sheathed cock in her hand and stroked it softly and put her mouth on his, slipping her tongue inside him.

Peter moaned and ejaculated into the stocking as his mother milked him with the translucent hose, her fingers featherlight on his pulsating hard rod.

She put her lips back to his ear.

"Now you will last a little longer when I mount you," she whispered and then started kissing him again.

She wiped up the mess with the stocking and discarded it, it fluttered to the floor.

Meg lifted her leg over Peter's prone body and straddled him. She pressed her body against his warm muscled flesh, the feel of his mother's soft body clad in the satin bustier against his bare skin was titillating. Her soft lips pressed on his and her tongue explored his mouth. Peter wrapped his arms around his mother and pulled her close. His hard cock pressed against her sleek black nylon panties.

He reached for her breasts but she moved his hand away. She leaned down to his face and put her lips against his ear again.

"Remember the lesson on reproduction?" she whispered and Peter nodded.

"The picture of a vagina?" she said softly and Peter nodded again.

"I'm going to teach you have to properly manipulate mommy's vagina so we can both enjoy it. I'll also teach you how to kiss properly and how to play with mommy's breasts," she went on.

"But not tonight. Tonight is just to give you a taste of things to come. Tonight is all for you son," she bit the lobe of his ear.

Meg rose up and put her knees either side of her son's flanks so that her panty-clad cunt was pressing on his hard cock. She put a finger to his lips again.

"Shh. Don't make too much noise when I do this," she whispered as she pulled the gusset of her panties aside and positioned the head of her sons cock at the entrance to her vagina.

Her panties were sodden and her vagina was dripping with juices, it had been ever since she had set her resolve to go ahead and consummate this sinful act.

Peter and Meg both bit down on their lips to silence their moans as Peter's huge cock slid slowly inside his mother. Meg knew her son's cock was big but she didn't realise just how massive it was until it filled her cunt.

Peter was in heaven. The feel of his mother's tight, warm, wet flesh clasping his manhood as he slid deep inside her was unlike anything he had ever felt in his life. He wanted to fuck his mother with fast strokes but he knew he shouldn't. If he did he would come too soon, the bedsprings would squeak and rattle, but most of all he somehow knew that he needed to make sure that his mother enjoyed it too.

He put his hands on his mother's waist to steady her while she rode up and down on Peter's enormous appendage. Meg wanted it all the way inside her so that the base of his cock pressed on her clitoris and the glans pressed her g-spot. She pushed down to meet his thrusts and they both had to concentrate so as not to make too much noise. They whimpered and sighed as they fucked each other.

Peter stroked his mother's legs, he loved the feel of her slinky nylons encasing her toned flesh and then he explored her breasts through the satin bustier, he could feel her nipples were hard and he wanted to take them out but his mother shook her head. To compensate her son Meg lowered her face to his and kissed him passionately, she wormed her tongue into his mouth.

He had never been kissed like this before and it felt so erotic, he could hardly wait for when his mother would teach him how to French-kiss and to properly fondle her breasts but he was so happy to be fucking her and that was reward enough.

Despite having orgasmed so recently Peter felt his climax approaching and his mother could sense it. She ground down on his cock and twisted her torso so that his cock pressed on her clitoris and g-spot. This triggered her orgasm and she gasped into Peter's mouth and writhed and bucked against him. Her cunt began to convulse and squeeze Peter's cock which initiated his orgasm, he pulled his mother hard against him and emptied himself inside her.

Meg bit pressed her lips hard against his to silence the scream as she felt her son fill her with his hot seed, she writhed and bucked against him, impaling herself on his huge cock extracting every ounce of pleasure from her climax. She reared, throwing back her head in exhilaration as her orgasm roared through her every nerve and fibre.

She finally fell down and lay on top of her son, sated and exhausted. Peter wrapped his arms around her.

"I love you mom," he whispered.

"I love you too son," Meg smiled down at her darling boy then kissed his nose playfully.

"We still need to still keep quiet. Your dad is out dead drunk but I don't want to take any chances," she murmured.

Peter was disappointed when his mother disentangled herself from him and carefully dismounted. A flood of his come gushed from her vagina, Meg slipped the gusset of her panties back into place to help soak up some of her son's issue.

She kissed Peter one last time and carefully opened the door and padded down the hall to the bathroom to clean up before going back to bed.

Peter and his mother's illicit liaisons became a regular event. They would watch William drink himself into a stupor after dinner and, ensuring that her husband was comatose, Meg would sneak into her son's bedroom.

Peter fitted a lock to his bedroom door and repaired and modified his old bed so that it didn't rattle and squeak. Margaret coached her son, teaching him to kiss her, how to caress her breasts to provide maximum stimulation and how to manipulate the parts of her vagina to ensure she was fully aroused and sated during their lovemaking.

Peter requested that she continue to wear exotic lingerie, stockings and heels for their encounters. Meg would pad down the corridor carrying her high heels and slip them on when she sat on Peter's bed.

As William's drinking became worse, mother and son became emboldened. If William was working on the far reaches of the farm Peter would find work to do in the barn and he and his mother would roll around in the hay.

Peter eventually took over running the farm, his father was drunk just about all the time by now. William and Meg had even moved into separate bedrooms, William moved into Peter's old room adjacent to the master bedroom. Most nights he never made it to bed anyway but it meant that Meg could now come and go as she pleased and Peter could even sneak into her room for their trysts.

Peter entered his Mother's room for the first time to make love to her. He was immediately met by the miasma of her perfume. He locked the door behind him and stood there admiring her posed on the bed. She was wearing a see-through black negligee, red nylon panties and matching satin bra, black high heels and nude, fully-fashioned stockings held up by a black lace garter belt. She wore full makeup and her short black mane shone in the lamplight.

Meg waggled a finger at him, inviting him to join her on the bed and he shucked out of his pyjamas so that he was naked when he arrived, his huge cock hard and dripping pre-ejaculate. They had fucked already that day in the barn, she leaning over a hitching rail with her skirt rucked up and him behind her with his pants around his ankles. But Peter was insatiable and his mother's libido matched his since they had begun their torrid, illicit affair.