The Sweet Smell of Heather

When she had brought the subject up of her bikini, he had been taken aback at the thought of not seeing all that exposed flesh, the words out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

He regretted saying anything now as he settled back, finished his beer and got himself another can. Tim was bored, there was nothing on tv and he had finished all the beers which had left him feeling slightly tipsy as he decided to have an early night. It was only ten o'clock as he made for his bedroom, suddenly deciding to apologise to his mother for what had slipped out.

Not wishing to disturb her if she was asleep, he tapped gently on her bedroom door before opening it a little and peering in. The vision that he saw was seared into his brain before eventually she had screamed at him and he had retreated. His mum had been laid on her bed, completely naked with her legs slightly akimbo as her hand, which was between her thighs, rubbed seductively at her fanny. Tim couldn't believe what he was witnessing, his mother was masturbating.

In her bedroom, Heather had been troubled by what her son had just admitted, he had entertained the notion of having sex with her. She was a mature woman, Tim more than half her age and yet he had been flippant at first when he had nearly blurted out that he considered her fit enough to fuck.

Heather was confused, wasn't sex with him something she had been thinking about herself, hadn't she imagined what he may look like naked, his erection sinking into her flesh. Their conversation had been the perfect opportunity, all she had to do was admit that she had been feeling the same and then allow things to happen. Instead, she had acted as though she was still a virgin, flouncing off like a child who had just been told something they did not like.

Undressed and in bed, the thoughts had continued to rumble through her mind, the more she thought about her son the more intense the feeling in her fanny became until eventually she just had to scratch her itch as she lay back, closed her eyes and opened her legs. That first touch sent electric shocks through her, Heather's fingers gently massaging her clitoris, as in her mind she imagined Tim knelt between her thighs, his erection ready to penetrate her cunt.

She inserted one and then a second finger, her hand pumping them into her fanny rapidly, Tim above her as his cock was thrust into her quim. Her climax was close, her other hand abusing her tits as she twisted at her nipples, her hips starting to lift and arch as she sensed her orgasm begin.

Suddenly her bedroom door opened, her son stood open-mouthed as he watched her fingering herself, Heather unable to stop the sensations flooding her body, and then she screamed at him.

'Get out, get out, get out!' Her eyes filling with tears of embarrassment.

By the time Tim was up and about the next morning, his mother had already disappeared. Deciding to go down for a swim, he put on shorts and grabbed a towel, passing through the car park downstairs, he found no sign of their car, his mother must have gone out somewhere early. He saw nothing of her that day, wandering around aimlessly as he alternated between the pool and a walk into town. When she did return early evening, she said nothing to him, going straight to her room.

The following day was a repeat of the previous one and Tim had tired of her behaviour quickly, packing his bags before popping upstairs to tell his grandparents he was leaving early, using the excuse that he had assignments to get done as the reason for his sudden departure.

Heather noticed his bags packed when she entered the apartment, her stomach doing a flip when she realised that he was going. After what he had seen her doing, she had been too embarrassed to face him, what must he think of her. In the lounge, she poured herself a drink, hearing the key in the lock as he entered. He said very little to her other than, 'I'm going to head up home. I'll see you when you get back,' bending to pick up his bags.

'I'm sorry you had to see that. It can't have been a pleasant sight,' Heather said, still not wanting to look at him.

Perhaps it was the tone of his voice, sounding more like the parent and leaving her feeling like the child as he answered her back.

'You need to grow up mum. It was no big deal. So what, you were pleasing yourself, everyone's done it at some time or other. That's no reason to treat me like a child.'

She downed the glass of wine in one, pouring herself another, 'Can I ask you something?'

Tim nodded his head, 'Sure.'

'In the sea, at the beach. Was I arousing you?'

He gave her a shy smile, 'You noticed.' Now it was Heather's turn to nod.

'When you said I looked good enough to...... you know. Was that in general, or something that you had considered?'

He mulled her question over for a second before giving her a lascivious look, 'I suppose it is something I have considered. In that bikini and in particular, topless, you looked especially hot.'

This time Heather did not run away, instead, she gulped down her second glass of wine, Dutch courage for what she was about to suggest. 'Will you take me to bed?'

She allowed Tim to undress her, savouring his ever-changing expressions as he slowly unfastened her summer dress, his eyes bright as he opened it to gaze at lingerie, it was nothing special, just plain white, but it was lacy and transparent in places and she saw him struggling to keep his hands off her which made her chest swell.

She turned so that he could undo her bra and then turning back to him, eased her panties from her hips and let them slip down her legs, stepping out of them as they hit the floor and allowing him to gaze at her nudity.

And now it was her turn as with trembling hands and fingers she pulled his t-shirt over his head. His cut-off trousers were a little harder, Heather having to ease them and his briefs over his substantial erection, her eyes going wide as she saw it properly for the first time.

Always the gentleman, he eased her towards the bed and then before he lowered her to it, he kissed her as her breasts were squashed against his muscular chest and she felt his manhood thrusting against her mound.

Heather felt dizzy, the sensations presently surging through her body made her lightheaded as Tim helped her onto the bed. As much as she was loving his slow tender foreplay, what she needed presently was a good fucking as she opened her legs wide and pulled him between her thighs.

'You can be gentle later. I just want you to fuck me. I need to feel your cock abuse my fanny.'

When his shaft forced her passage to expand, she gasped, having forgotten what it felt like to have a penis inside her after such a long time. She could have used superlatives, instead, she allowed herself to be course, 'Your cock feels so big. Fuck me, fuck my cunt. Oh yes, that's so good. I love it when you thrust it into me.'

Tim's cock was hammering her fanny, his hands constantly on the move as he caressed her body and especially her tits, Heather unable to stop herself from crying out pleasurably as he sucked and teased her right nipple before changing to her left.

'This is fucking fantastic,' she had thought to herself momentarily before the constant thudding of his cock in her fanny brushed the thought away, her hips and bottom leaving the mattress as she rose to meet his thrust, his cock filling her as her passage expanded once again.

Heather was already struggling to hold on, her climax so close that she could taste it as she spurred him on with a greater urgency, his hips now pumping his shaft into her cunt ferociously, his own point of no return imminent.

'Yes, yes, yeesss!' She arched her back, her hands balling into fists as she scrabbled at the sheets, every nerve in her body released as she climaxed, her orgasm so strong that she couldn't breathe or speak properly and then that exquisite culmination as she heard her son call out and felt his hot cum hit the back of her quim.

'Holy shit!' That had been exquisite Heather thought as Tim slumped down next to her, his breathing still loud as he began to relax. Silently she scolded herself for not having let him have his way with her earlier. She felt so overwhelmingly happy, the thought that she had just had sex with her son, not even getting a look in as she watched him turn on his side to face her with a mischievous grin, his hand already heading for her tits again as he stroked the smooth soft ample flesh and she felt that first stirring in her fanny once more.

She had rolled on top of him, her head resting on his shoulder as he softly stroked her hair and then ran his fingers over her back and shoulders, teasing her frequently, as he rubbed the outside edge of her breasts, squashed against his chest.

Sitting upright, Heather straddled his upper thighs, at last, able to give her full attention to his presently flaccid cock, her juices beginning to dry on it. Pulling his foreskin back, she ran her fingers beneath its helmet, the lightest of touches as she teased him and felt his first stirrings as his shaft began to thicken and expand once more. As he got harder, she applied more pressure, sliding her hand and the skin up and down his shaft as she wanked him off, Tim raising his head to watch her.

His cock now was rigid and unyielding, pulsating in her hand as she slid it up and down the throbbing lump of meat.

'Are you going to play with it all day or are you going to let me fuck you?' Tim asked as he came upright for a second, grabbed her head and pulled her forward, kissing her passionately as his hand went to her dangling tits, pinching and twisting at her nipples as Heather tried to groan despite their mouths being glued together.

She could feel her body becoming excited once more, Tim's hand now between her thighs as he managed to insert several fingers into her cunt.

'Wouldn't you rather I do this mum, instead of doing it yourself?' As if to emphasise his point, he jammed them as far up her flue as possible and then wriggled them about inside her passage, his fingertips constantly hitting sensitive nerves which sent powerful signals to her brain.

Heather shook her head, 'Please, call me Heather. I have no quibbles about having sex with you, but it just sounds wrong when you call me mum.'

'Ok then, Heather,' he said as he pushed his cock upright and she felt that first pressure against her pussy, 'Which would you like, my fingers...... or my cock?' As his sentence ended, he rammed his hips upwards, his cock suddenly filling her cunt leaving her with no option but to cry out loudly, her pussy now full of his prick once more.

This time was a lot slower and more tender, Heather constantly leaning over his face, teasingly dangling her tits near his mouth and then pulling away quickly when he raised his head to suck on them. He retaliated by fucking her fast and hard and then stopping completely, her soaring arousal being allowed to slowly diminish while she gasped for breath.

Taking her to the edge and then bringing her back, Tim built his mother's arousal, watching her face keenly as her expressions constantly changed. Heather was hot to trot, her fanny in control of her body as she lowered herself once more onto her son's erection, the sensation as her cunt wrapped itself around his shaft, filled her with a sense of euphoria.

Heather was panting heavily, her constant bouncing on Tim's manhood had brought her nearly to the cusp of her climax. 'Please Tim, please fuck me my darling, fuck me as hard as you can.'

He raised her buttocks and using his feet to give him leverage, began ramming his cock into her fanny fast and hard again, building his momentum as he felt himself closing on his ejaculation. Heather had her eyes closed, her head hanging down and her face covered by her hair as she moaned and swore to herself, and then suddenly she threw herself upright and back, her eyes shooting open as she released a cry of triumph, Tim's shaft burying itself in her cunt every few seconds.

'Oh...... my...... fucking god,' she screeched, her body now shaking as pulsating waves of pleasure rippled through her internally, her quim alive to the slightest touch as her son continued to pound it until with a loud groan, he unleashed a hot spurt of cum inside her, followed by another spurt seconds later, his manhood jerking repeatedly inside her fanny as his hips continued to thrust it deep inside her.

Sweat covered their bodies as they sprawled next to each other on the bed. Heather had her eyes closed as she drifted into a realm somewhere between being awake and asleep, her body and mind exhausted after their lovemaking. She remembered a time when it had been like that with Tim's father before he began to cheat on her, and their relationship had turned sour.

Over the years there had been no one else, she'd had a couple of short liaisons but none of them had felt right and eventually she became accustomed to going without or to using one of her toys which she kept discreetly hidden.

When at last she could move and speak, she felt the need to ask. 'I didn't disappoint, did I?'

Tim turned on his side, his hand stroking her belly and inching lower until she placed her hand on his and stopped his exploring. 'Fucking hell, Heather. You're a great shag.' She laughed at his turn of phrase, asking what he wanted to do for the rest of their holidays and then blushing profusely and laughing louder, his whispered reply leaving her in no doubt as to the things he wanted to do to her for the rest of their stay with her parents.

They had spent the night together, curled around each other as they slept, Heather not wanting to release him from her bed now she had finally got him into it.

For the rest of their break, they had found plenty of opportunities to have sex, Tim never short of ideas and much to her surprise, she had been unfazed about some of the places he had talked her into letting him fuck her. Heather felt like she was twenty again, each day full of anticipation as to when and where he would slide his cock into her cunt.

And then the summer was over, and it was time for Tim to return to university. From the moment they had arrived home, their relationship had flourished, they knew they had to be careful, nevertheless, they found plenty of time, Tim's bedroom getting very little use as most if not all nights they slept together. All this sex hadn't done Heather any harm either, she had lost a few pounds though her bust was still as large as ever, much to her son's delight.

As she ran him down to the station to catch his train back, Heather felt despondent. Tim besides being her son had become her lover and for the next two months, she was going to miss him terribly. If truth be told, she was feeling a little jealous, at university he would be surrounded by young women and a sudden feeling of inadequacy as she compared herself to them had her close to tears.

In the car park, he had glanced around, making sure no one could see them as he leant across and kissed her. Heather didn't want to release him, knowing she was being stupid and then surprised as she felt his hand slide beneath the hem of her dress and then run up the inside of her thigh before he gently rubbed her fanny.

'You keep this warm and ready for me. I'll be back before you know it.'

Tim's next term had seemed to last forever, but at last, they were in December and he would be back home in another week. Heather counting down the days and surprised when she received a call from him one evening.

'Hi, mum. I need to ask a favour of you.'

Heather suddenly felt apprehensive, was he phoning to say he wasn't coming home for Christmas.

'I have a friend at uni, unfortunately, his mum and dad have just separated, and it looks like he and his mother will be spending Christmas in a hotel room. Would you mind awfully if they came to us for Christmas day and boxing day?'

She was so relieved that she was still going to see her son that Heather said 'Yes,' it was only two days, and then she would have Tim all to herself again. Normally they would go down to her parents or they would come up to her, but this year they were going abroad for Christmas so it would only have been her and Tim.

'You realise that he will have to share your bedroom,' she told him, Tim telling her it was no problem and that he would see her soon.

He arrived home the following week, his friend in tow. Stefan was the same age as Tim, a very handsome young man with blond hair and who looked like he may have some Danish or Swedish ancestry somewhere along the line. Heather couldn't help but smile as the two of them teased each other after Stefan had shaken her hand, having kept hold of it for longer than normal as he appraised her with his piercing blue eyes.

The plan was that Stefan was going to stay with them for the next few days and then he and Tim would drive across and pick his mother up on Christmas Eve.

He was no trouble at all, during the day he and Tim would pop out down to the local pub after which they would spend the evening with Heather.

The only thing that troubled Heather at times was the way that Stefan looked at her as though mentally undressing her. He had come into the kitchen one evening while she was washing the dishes after tea, offering to dry while she washed. Standing very close to her, his eyes continually watched her bosom which only made it rise and fall faster, Heather getting quite heated under his constant gaze.

'Has anyone told you that you are a very beautiful woman,' he suddenly said, taking her by surprise as she began to blush.

When she got her son alone later, she told him, Tim laughing as he told her that Stefan fancied her. 'He's got the hots for you mum. You'll have to be careful, or he'll be after getting you into bed.' He didn't seem overly bothered that his friend thought of his mother sexually.

Heather dismissed it as a young man's flight of fancy, the only person she was after bedding at the moment was Tim and she was finding it difficult with another presence in the house.

The day before Christmas eve, Tim and Stefan invited Heather out for a drink that evening. They'd had a wonderful time, all of them drinking more than they should. When they got back, Tim went straight up to bed while Stefan stayed downstairs chatting to Heather as she poured them both a glass of wine.

She had turned the tv on, flicking through the channels until she came across one playing music, 'Come dance with me,' Stefan had said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. Holding her tightly they danced around the lounge, her breasts squashed against his chest and at every opportunity, he pushed his groin against hers. What with the drink, Heather was feeling aroused, wondering if she could find some way that Tim could visit her tonight?

Preoccupied with her thoughts she was surprised when he kissed her, his lips pressed forcefully against her own. She perhaps should have stopped it there and then, instead, she returned his kiss, allowing herself to get lost in it until she felt his hand raising the front of her dress. She had been about to object, but as she suddenly felt the hand placed on her fanny, she capitulated, allowing it to delve inside her knickers as a finger opened her pussy lips and slid inside her.

Her legs refused to support her as Stefan moved her back towards the couch and eased her down before kneeling between her open legs. Glancing into her eyes, he slid the hem of her dress upwards until he had fully exposed her panties, his thumb rubbing at her quim as Heather's arousal continued to grow. She allowed him to remove them, his finger sliding back inside her cunt as he finger-fucked her, Heather raising her legs and opening them wider as she tried to catch her breath and stifle the groans which may disturb her son upstairs.