The Mirror Ch. 01

She was silent as she pondered the logic of my argument.

With only a small sigh of resignation she relaxed her legs, and was again on display to me.

"It's very dark in here Ma so I can't see you clearly, can you spread them a little more for me please?"

That excess weight that like all ladies she carried at the top of her legs, gave me evidence that her body was trembling, and then slowly her feet moved two or three inches further apart.

"It's still too dark for me to see."

Her feet moved another few inches apart.

"Not quite wide enough for me to see you clearly Mum."

Realising that she wanted to be seen, as much as I wanted to see her, she abandoned all pretence and spread her now noticeable shaking legs further apart. She was finally wide open, and fully on show for me.

I dropped to my knees, put my hands onto her calves and kissed both of her ankles. Shudders ran through her body, and as I looked up between her legs, as if by magic, and right on cue, her lips slowly parted for me, they only opened a fraction at first but as I watched, they spread slowly wider, it was caused I thought by the shudders running through her body. I fully expected the Twentieth Century Fox theme to be playing in the background as her curtains opened and the show began. Her wetness glistened in the light from behind me.

I got up moving across to get one of the bottles of oil, her eyes followed my every move. Making sure that I held her eyes, I slowly and deliberately took off my shirt, my shorts and then my briefs, throwing them carelessly onto the ground in front of me.

I was now naked.

Her eyes quickly left mine and travelled down to my cock. I stood there letting her enjoy the view, she bit her bottom lip, and then her tongue poked out for a brief moment to lick both her lips, then a slight moan escaped her throat, as she once again bit down onto her bottom lip.

After letting her eyes drink in the sight of my rigid cock, I moved behind her, got onto the bed putting her left leg between both of mine, which allowed my sac and cock to rest on the top of her thigh. I then started to pore a little oil all along her spine, not stopping until just a very small amount was starting to run down between her cheeks.

I moved back to the top of her spine and taking my right thumb nail, ran it hard all the way down until it stopped just short of her first hole. Just as when I'd used the loofah on her in the bath, she arched her back against the intrusion into her skin, by this time her only communication was by whimpers, sighs and body movements.

Again I ran my thumb nail hard down her spine, again stopping just short of the brown hole, her hips raising to meet my thumb showed me that my stopping was the only thing that she was disappointed with. So that when I ran my nail hard down her spine for the third time, I didn't stop but went all the way down to, and then right into her little hole, as far as it would go. Right where she obviously had wanted it to be.

Putting it quite simply, she exploded, calling out strange noises, banging her head into her pillow, and clutching at the doona with ten nails that threatened to rip it to shreds, all the while pushing back at my intruding thumb, which was so far inside of her that my index finger was actually pointing straight up to the ceiling. My hand was totally soaked and it wasn't all from the massage oil.

I waited until I thought she'd finished coming before slowly removing my thumb from within her. This caused even more currents and tremors to attack her body as it withdrew, and I then watched with fascination as her hole closed slowly after it.

Taking the bottle again and after pouring three more drops between her cheeks I said to her, "it says on the label to not let any of this get onto the doona as it'll stain it, ok?"

She grunted to show that she'd heard me.

"Ok Ma?"

"Hu hu"

My thumb and fingers were all now tingling so it would appear that there was something in the oils to get the blood flowing, I wondered what that was doing to both of her holes as I watched the oil slowly move down across one, and then on to the other, her already wet lips seemed to twitch.

I squeezed out two more drops which rolled easily between her cheeks, following their trailblazing cousins across her very swollen, openings. As my thumb nail returned to its journey down her spine, to once again stop just short of the first hole.

Sharply I called, "Hey Ma don't let the oil get onto the doona, it'll stain it badly. Hearing my words she slid her hand down under her body for it to appear between her legs to catch the oil before it stained anything.

This was what I'd been waiting for, quickly I grabbed her hand and then her index and middle fingers, forcing them as far inside of her as they would go. Her body jerked at this intrusion, and a small gasp escaped her mouth, but as I continued to move her fingers in and out for her, her body took over and soon she needed no help from me at all, she'd done this to herself many times before, and knew exactly what to do to herself, to do herself.

As soon as she was in the groove I took her other hand and guided it over her cheeks, moving the middle finger of that hand to the other hole, instantly she knew what I was suggesting, and her finger slid easily to be as deep inside the now well lubricated passage as I'd been previously.

I was rock hard as I watched my dear, darling, beautiful, pure as the driven snow Mother, as she rubbed one off, working on both of her holes, calling out as if in great pain, and then still not satisfied went seamlessly into a second climax, and then just as seamlessly, and just as noisily into a third.

When Doreen had said that she went berserk for anal, I'd no idea that it would be so intense, no one could even have guessed.

I became aware that I was starting to leak an amount of semen onto her leg, unable to restrain myself my hand went down onto my cock, gripped it, and instantly a large rope of cum shot out of me to land on the back of her head, hanging off the strands of her hair. Followed by another spurt, not as big this time, and then another two coated her arse before the pressure dropped and the rest of my load dribbled out, I moved up so that the last of it fell onto her hands. She was made aware of what was happening by the noises that I was making.

Before I'd properly finished, and was still depositing the last drops onto her, I used my other hand to drag as much of my semen as I could down her back and then watched as it rolled slowly down between her cheeks. I again ran my hands across her back and buttocks spreading the rest of my mess all over her.

She must have felt it oozing between her cheeks and her fingers started to work again, they seemed to be trying to push as much of it as possible inside both of her holes, which started her off again, moaning and pumping her hips as if this was her first climax, and not her fourth.

As she finally finished, and still with both hands inside her she rolled over onto her back, any thoughts about staining anything long gone from her mind.

She was gasping for air, and coated in perspiration, her hair everywhere, she looked truly fucked already. I hadn't even started on her yet, and I was still rock hard.

I sat on the bed and watched as she regained her composure, finally she took her fingers out of herself and brushed her hair from her face, she tried to look embarrassed at first, but her broad smile made that difficult to achieve. I was in awe of the display of pure sex that I'd just witnessed, "how the fuck could he walk away from you for that fat slut Doreen?"

"Who cares? But don't spoil our time together by talking about him, he's gone for now so let's just enjoy each other, just give me a couple of minutes and I'll be ready for you to be inside of me, but for now just hold me in your arms." She moved closer to me and laughed as I 'stabbed' her, "soon big boy, soon," she said patting it.

Well 'soon' arrived pretty quickly, and before I knew it I was kissing my mother, this was the one thing that I hadn't been at all sure about, but all that I can say is if you get the chance, don't miss out.

I kissed my mother as if there was no tomorrow, or should I say she kissed me. It may have helped me that she was the aggressor and I soon became sure that this was something that I was going to enjoy, my mouth was being raped by her tongue and the back of my neck was suffering from an attack of the killer nails. If I'd been unsure about kissing her, it was obvious that she'd given no thought at all to it, and was I glad. Kissing is the most important part of the sex act if you really care about someone, and we cared about each other, as our mouths set about proving.

As my hands roamed all over her body, so hers roamed over mine.

As my hands sought her sex, so hers sought mine.

Before I knew it she'd pushed me back down and was swinging her leg over me impaling herself on my cock, she was very wet so I slid in easily. Almost instantly I was close to coming when she stopped, saying, "no that's not what I really want, this is."

She then raised herself up and moved forward the width of one membrane, sliding me slowly into her other hole.

She was very well lubricated, and I was also from my being inside her, she took it slowly but with no real effort at all she was soon sliding up and down on my pole, so that when she landed down onto me it was with the sound of her wetness hitting me. As she slid up and down she leant back to get a different angle to give her a different feeling, and that meant that I could now put my thumb against her clitoris enhancing the sensation for her.

Soon the moaning and whimpering started to grow until we reached our climax together. When it turned into a loud scream from her, it was so totally all consuming. She with her hips pumping back and forth, me trying to impale her further, or as it seemed to me at the time, maybe even trying to buck her off.

As she finished she fell sideways off me and seemingly gallons of my juice exited her body. Her eyes were alive with fire as she moved to drape herself over me.

When she finally caught her breath, she said, "I know that you've wanted to do me for ages, but you've no idea how long I've also wanted to feel you inside me."

I was stunned, I thought that I'd been the one who'd chased her, "really, what're we talking about here, a couple of months or what?"

"No," she said, "about five years."

"Five years!!?"

"Yes, every time that I did the washing, I'd notice when you'd had sex and I'd get jealous."

"How'd you know that I'd had sex?

"There are stains and aromas that told me, and..." as she poked out her tongue and made a licking motion.

"You licked my underwear?"

She nodded, "and don't tell me that you've never licked mine also."

My silence and my grin condemned me. She continued, "I know you have, from time to time I noticed a pair missing, I figured it was you or your father, and I was damn sure that it wasn't him."

"You didn't mind?"

She raised herself up onto one elbow, "no, I didn't mind, you see the entire emphasis of mother son sex is geared towards fulfilling the son's fantasy. The old saying is that every son wants to have sex with his mother, but no one ever thinks that it might be that it's the mother who wants to feel her sons' cock inside of her."

I was blown away as she told me that she'd had the hots for me for five years, "so Ma what's happened to bring it to the surface now?"

"As your father's neglected me, it's been harder for me to control it, he and I have gone from two or three good sessions a week to maybe about once a month, if I'm lucky, and only when I insist and force the issue. Sometimes I almost have to rape him to get some action. Soon I stopped looking at him as my only source of supply, I wasn't prepared to get involved with anyone outside, or at work, and so I let my feelings for you take over, and taken over they have, haven't they my dear son?"

She continued on, "now I guess we've got this situation to deal with, in case you aren't aware, we've just had sex, it's not uncommon for it to happen between a mother and her son, but it is wrong, and also illegal."

I told her, "we both wanted it to happen, right or wrong doesn't matter, we both enjoyed it, and both know that it'll happen again." My tone now got harsher. "You need to know that as long as he's away you're mine, whenever I want you, morning noon or night, and even when he comes back, you're mine. You also need to know that I'm not sure that I'm prepared to let go of you without a fight. He's lost you as far as I'm concerned, he doesn't deserve you as far as I'm concerned, and I'm going to fight like hell to keep what I've just had. You know that I've wanted you forever, and now that I've had you, I aim to keep you. You... are now mine... all mine."

Even in the dark her eyes showed that she wasn't sure that she'd thought this through as a possible outcome. From her point of view, it'd all been caused by his neglect, and the fact that she was always ready, as Doreen had said.

"You," I repeated, emphasising my words by stabbing my finger into her nipple, "you...are now mine."

The only sound from her was a small gasp, and then, "no, no I didn't mean for that to happen, I just wanted to try it once."

I told her in still in the same harsh voice, "you knew that I'd wanted you for ages and you played along with it because of what you alone wanted. Now I've got you, and I intend to keep you, you may not have been playing for keeps, but I was. Old story baby, play with fire, get burnt. Now you're mine." I repeated, and again pushed my finger harshly into her breast, and this time for further emphasis pulled her nipple down hard, "all mine."

"Oh Christ, please don't hurt me."

Slowly I said " Beverley, oh my Beverley," as I held her face in my hands, and looking deep into her eyes added, "I won't hurt you, but before I'm through with you tonight, the neighbours may well think that you're being murdered," as I slipped one and then two fingers deep inside of her. Her body responded to this, and I could feel her muscles grabbing at them.

Her hands grabbed at mine trying to get them out of her saying, "no more, please, no more," but I continued to move my two fingers inside her. At first she didn't have the strength to remove them, and then as they worked their magic on her, she didn't have the resolve to do it either. She started to move her hands harder against mine and then she took over completely, using my hand as she would have a dildo, pushing it hard into her and at the same time raising her hips to meet it.

"Mum, can you see why we have to continue with each other?" Her eyes opened. "He never takes this much time with you does he?" She shook her head. "He thinks that all he needs is a stiff dick because you're always ready, he's never tried to see where he and good sex could take you, has he?"

There were tears in her eyes as she shook her head slightly, and so softly that I could only just hear her said, "no."

"Tell me Beverley, has that piece of shit, soon to be ex husband of yours ever tied you up?"

Suddenly the room was lighted by the glow of a thousand suns, as she smiled, "tied me up?"

"And spanked you." I added.

"Spanked me, oh God," she moaned. "I've asked him to do it for years and he just plain refused. The last time I asked was only about a month ago when I actually begged him to do me like that."

I already knew about that conversation, as I was standing under their bedroom window masturbating, as they were having a bout of their infrequent sex.

"Why not?" I asked, "why would that piece of shit, soon to be ex husband of yours refuse to give you the pleasure that you craved?"

Her hands now moved away from mine and she used them to push me over onto my back, slid her face down my body, and just before putting my cock into her mouth said, "he wanted something from me that I wasn't prepared to give to him. But when I think about it, it's probably going to be a pretty good deal for both you and I now." After sucking on my cock for only a few seconds, she took me out of her mouth and said, "I'm warming to the other idea also."

"What's that?"

"Ex husband."

"Good, fuck him then."

"Never again my darling boy, never again."

That was all that she could say at that point, because Beverley, now of course and forever, my Beverley, was such a well brought up lady, who'd always been told by her mother, never to speak with her mouth full.

Don't you just love it when a plan comes together?