MUM'S BIRTHDAY PRESENT

I was heading to Mum's to celebrate her 50th birthday it was Friday and I'd taken the following Monday and Tuesday off as holiday. I arrived after an uneventful drive and after spending about an hour having a drink and a quick catch up I unpacked in my old room. We spent the rest of the evening chatting and enjoying a couple of drinks together before deciding that due to the arrangements of the following day, a good night's sleep was a good idea. So off we went and we both slept soundly for the night.

Saturday was a quiet day with Mum going out to do some shopping ahead of the small get-together with her closest friends. She arrived home at about 3pm with a number of bags. She showed me her new dress and shoes which she was pleased with. There was one bag, unnamed, that she seemed to avoid. I asked her what was in it, pointing to the plain unopened bag and with a big grin on her face she said, "That's not for you." From that I assumed it was underwear.

We had a sandwich and she said that she was going upstairs to get ready.

I did the same using the main bathroom, while Mum used her en suite.

I was ready, in a navy suit and plain white silk shirt, when Mum came downstairs. She had her new electric blue dress and blue shoes on. The front was cut low showing ample cleavage and her legs were clad in very sheer stockings or tights.

"What do you think? Will I do?" she asked and did a twirl showing off a very low cut back to the dress.

I gave her a wolf whistle, "I think you'll do very nicely indeed. Hopefully you won't cause too much of a stir with the other men at the restaurant, paying more attention to you instead of their dates!"

"Get away with you." she said laughing, with her eyes twinkling with the compliment.

We waited for the taxi which arrived on time and it took us to the restaurant where we met up with her friends.

Let me describe my Mum, Angela. She will be 50 years old tomorrow. She has an athletic 5ft 9in frame, having spent a lot of her life playing sport. She still plays a lot of tennis, and swims regularly so most people would probably guess she is considerably younger than she really is. She wears her blonde hair just touching her shoulders, usually with a fringe, also emphasising a youthful look. The other thing about Mum was she really knew how to use her body to drive men to distraction. When younger, I was witness to many arguments between her and Dad about her "flaunting herself" in front of other men. Dad was terribly jealous and the longer they were together the worse he got. It seemed inevitable to me that it would end in divorce, which happened just over six years ago.

Mum was enjoying the evening. She was of course the centre of attention and revelled in the limelight. I caught her looking at me a couple of times when she gave me a warm smile. I think she knew I felt a little like a fifth wheel, not knowing her friends too well. But I had agreed to escort her this evening and indulged in small talk with her friends sitting either side of me.

It was approaching 11:30pm and the restaurant had slowly emptied apart from us. The waiters were now standing a polite distance away from our table but I became aware that they were keen to bring their evening to a close and go home. I wasn't the only one to notice this and one or two couples called waiters over asking them to call them a taxi. I got up and went over to Mum. As I leaned down to talk to her she put her arm around my hips and met my face with a tender kiss on my cheek.

"Shall I call a taxi? It looks like people are beginning to make a move." I asked.

"Yes please, Darling." she replied, with a slight squeeze of my hips.

I walked over to the head waiter and asked him to book a taxi and also settled the bill. Mum had agreed to pay for the evening, but it seemed silly to drag her away so I paid, and decided we would sort the money out later.

We'd all moved towards the front of the restaurant, getting coats and waiting for taxis to arrive. There were three couples left plus ourselves, when our taxi arrived. Mum insisted that we wait to see all our guests off before departing. After another 10 minutes the final couple got into their taxi and after I said a final thank you to the head waiter with another tip for him and his staff we left the restaurant and got into the taxi.

In the back of the car Mum chose to sit in the middle seat, directly next to me and cuddled in for the short journey home. It was a lovely warm feeling to be close to her, knowing she was also enjoying the physical closeness between us.

"Did you enjoy tonight?" I asked.

"Yes I really did. It was great to see everyone." she replied. She went on, "Did you enjoy yourself? You didn't really know my friends and I didn't want it to be too boring for you."

"I had a great time. It was nice that I wasn't expected to entertain or impress people, but just to enjoy the company and conversation. You seem to have a great set of friends there."

Mum smiled at me. "I made a decision about a year ago not to expect anything of anyone and just accept people for who they are. Most of my close friends I've got to know in the last year. They never disappoint me, are there for me if I need them, but give me the space I need to get on with my life as well." She adjusted herself to press into me a little more. "They also never judge me, and I no longer worry about them doing so."

"It's good to see you settled and a lot happier with your life in general Mum."

She kissed me warmly on the cheek and let her head rest against the top of my arm. We remained like that for the rest of the drive home.

As the taxi pulled away after dropping us at home Mum gave me her keys and I let us in to the house. While I got us both a nightcap Mum went upstairs and returned wearing a short negligee, but still seemed to have all her underwear on. We sat and spoke about what we would do tomorrow for her birthday before the conversation slowly drifted to nothing.

After a short time where we just sat and drank in silence, Mum looked at me with a bit of a naughty grin and said, "Tonight would have been perfect if it had finished with some sex."

I'm sure I blushed at this point, as she was always able to get me to do. "I'm afraid I'm not allowed to help you with that one." I said not able to look up at her face.

She got up and came over to me draining the last drops from her glass. She bent down and put her arm around my shoulders and squeezed me to her bosom, kissing me on the forehead. I looked up to her and as I did she kissed me on the lips. She kept her lips closed but lingered a little then whispered, "Thank you for being my date tonight, you were a perfect gentleman."

"It was a pleasure Mum."

With that she turned and left to go to bed.

I sat and finished my drink and pondered on why she had admitted that she wanted sex. Although she wasn't a prude or anything like that, she normally acted very properly, so it was a little out of character. It also reminded me that I hadn't had a good fuck for a couple of weeks.

Let me tell you a little about me. I work for a marketing company and travel a lot, particularly around the world. Having turned 30 a few months back I had never married but had a few women in my life dotted around the world with whom I share the delights of physical intimacy, but nobody who I would consider settling down with. I'm far too focused on my career at the moment and I'm close to getting a partnership with my company. I'm fit and athletic and not unattractive. I also enjoy tennis, and swim a lot, particularly when away in hotels, but spend most time playing golf, mainly with clients and as a requirement of my work.

Going back to this evening, I started to think back to Mum and despite her age, how beautiful she looked this evening. I hadn't thought of her as a woman before, but something had changed tonight that forced me to consider her as a woman, and not just Mum. After her comment about finishing the evening with sex, I took time to wonder what would have happened if I had offered to help her out. After losing myself in a fantasy for a while I realised that I had an erection which is something that had never happened before thinking about her. Eventually I snapped myself out of my fantasy and scolded myself for being a bit of a pervert.

I eventually finished my drink and took myself off to bed.

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I woke up the following morning early and showered and shaved and got into some jogging bottoms and a tee-shirt. It was quiet, being a Sunday morning, and I slipped downstairs as quietly as possible. I collected up the cards and gifts that had arrived in the post and I'd been given last night and put them in a big bag.

Mum loved boiled eggs with toasted soldiers so I made that and with a coffee and buck's fizz I went upstairs and knocked on her bedroom door.

"Come in Darling." I heard from behind the door and entered with a breakfast tray.

"Happy birthday Mum." I said as I placed the tray on the small table by the window.

As I looked back towards her she had raised herself to a sitting position, letting the duvet slip down below her breasts, which were now on display. "Thank you Darling." she said beaming at me.

She had never been embarrassed about showing her body, so it occasionally happened that I found myself with Mum either semi or fully naked, particularly when living at home, but admittedly after leaving home, it was rare. It didn't go unnoticed how full her breasts were, even at 50 there was firmness that most 40 year olds would kill for. Her areolae and nipples were well proportioned and sat at the front of her breasts.

I picked up the tray and brought it and placed it on her lap. Along with breakfast, I'd added a pink rose, my card and my present to her.

"I don't know what to do first." she said grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"I'd eat your eggs before they go hard and get cold, if I were you."

"Thank you Sweetie." she said as she tucked into her eggs.

I sat at the bottom of the bed and watched as she enjoyed her breakfast. My attention wandered back to her breasts and then I was lost drinking in the sight of her beautiful orbs.

"Do they offend you?" Mum suddenly said with a look she used to give when I'd been a bit of a scamp.

"No. Sorry Mum." I quickly replied turning my eyes back to her smiling face.

She looked down at her breasts and with a big grin on her face she said, "Not bad for 50. I'll take the admiring looks as a compliment."

I blushed again and Mum said, "There's no need to be embarrassed, it's not like you haven't seen them before." Then she laughed out loud and finished her breakfast, with me making every effort to avoid staring at her breasts again.

When she'd finished I took the tray away leaving her with my card and gift. She opened the card and smiled as she read my comments. Then with the excitement of a little girl she slowly removed the wrapping to reveal a Cartier box. She gasped, looked at me questioningly, and then slowly opened the box to reveal a Ladies Roadster watch.

"Oh Jimmy, it's absolutely gorgeous, but you shouldn't have. It must have cost a fortune." she said, not really knowing how to react to my gift.

"Mum, I got it on my last trip to the Middle East and I didn't pay anything like the full price, but it is genuine and I can afford it. It's a small token of my thanks for the time and money you've spent on me over the years. You deserve it."

She put her arms out towards me and I got up and went into her embrace and she kissed me tenderly on the lips then hugged me for what seemed like an age. As we eventually broke the embrace she looked me in the eyes and said, "Thank you very much Darling. I shall treasure this always." she then kissed me again before letting go.

I got the bag I'd put her presents and cards into and lifted it onto her bed, then again she got this little girl look of wonder and excitement as I tipped the contents onto her lap. There were a couple of gifts that didn't have labels that I kept aside with their cards so Mum would know who sent them.

I sat and watched as she opened her gifts. By the time she'd finished she was grinning from ear to ear. "What a wonderful start to the day." she said, "But I'd better get dressed if we're going out this afternoon." With that she threw the duvet aside and shuffled to the edge of the bed and to her feet.

She completely ignored the fact that she was naked with her 30 year old son in the room, and went to her dresser and got a towel. As she passed me on the way to her en suite, she tapped me on the rear and said, "Not bad for 50 eh?"

"Very nice indeed." I said joining in with her playful mood.

I picked up all of the discarded wrapping and took it with me as I left her room. I disposed of the paper and then dressed, before going downstairs to wait for Mum. About an hour later she came down wearing a summer dress, with some tights and shoes with a small heel.

We left the house, getting into my car, and drove out into the country, with no real destination in mind. With a couple of stops to look at the scenery we came across a pub with a restaurant and had lunch. After nearly 2 hours we got back into the car and continued driving around the countryside,

It was a warm summer day and we had all the windows open to let the fresh air into the car. All of a sudden there was a gust of wind into the car and it lifted the hem of Mum's dress to reveal her legs, not encased in tights, but covered with shear stockings. I caught a glimpse of her upper thigh and the suspenders holding up her stockings. Mum quickly put her hands to her dress and lowered it to cover her legs. She also noticed that I'd seen her legs, and gave me a strange glance.

We stopped again, and getting out of the car we spent some time looking around the hills and enjoying the beauty of the landscape. After 10 minutes or so I went to the boot of the car and got my camera and took a few shots of the views. I also took a couple of shots of Mum and attaching my mini tripod even got a shot of us both using the timer. There were a few benches dotted around the roadside looking out over the valley and the more distant hills giving a fabulous view. We sat on one of the benches and took in the view.

We chatted idly about what we could see, and then after a short pause Mum shifted herself alongside mcuddling in and letting her head rest on my shoulder. We sat like that for a few minutes without talking. It was just nice sitting close to her seeing her enjoying the moment.

After a while I said, "You okay?"

"Mmmm." she replied, and then added, "It's lovely to get the chance to spend some time with my baby. I haven't seen you for a while and wasn't sure if work had dragged you away from thinking about your old Mum."

"You know that will never happen. Anyway we usually talk to each other every week at least once."

"Yes, I know, but it's almost three months since I last saw you."

"I know. I'm sorry, but work has been a bit hectic recently. I managed to bag a couple of big clients out in the Middle East which was important to the company. It might get me the partnership I've been after. Plus, it gave me the chance to get something special for a very special woman with a very special birthday."

She raised her left arm and admired the watch loosely attached to her wrist and said, "It is very extravagant though, but I'm very honoured that you thought I was worth it." she followed this with a little peck on my cheek.

After a short silence she suddenly asked, "When are you going to find a good woman and settle down?"

"My work takes up most of my time at the moment," I replied. "Besides, I already have a beautiful woman to look after me."

Mum feigned a frown then fairly seriously said, "There's only so much a mother can do. I'm sure there are times when you have more intimate needs; what do you do then?"

I thought about how I should reply to this as Mum only wants the best for me, but may not approve of my ladies. "Okay, I have three women, one in New York, one in Milan and one in Moscow, where I look after our biggest overseas clients. Whenever I'm with one of them we usually look after our physical needs. They're all professional women, who, like me, don't have time for emotional attachments. We refer to each other as our 'fuck buddies'."

Mum sat up and looked me straight in the eye, then laughed and repeated, "Fuck buddies?"

"Yes. There are no real emotional ties. We're all just very good friends who have all agreed to satisfy our sexual needs as well as just being friends."

"So, a girl in every port as they say." which she followed by a giggle and nudging me in the ribs.

I laughed, "Something like that. But they all know about each other and they have all met each other. There is no jealousy, because it's not an emotional attachment. We all quite often meet up at big marketing events. All the girls like each other."

Mum sat and took all this in for a few minutes then suddenly piped up with, "I need one of those."

"One of what?" I asked a little confused.

"A fuck buddy." she said with a big grin on her face. "I need someone who is happy to just be around from time to time who, as you say, can take care of my physical needs."

"Mum, you're incorrigible." I laughed, "You have plenty of friends. There must be a man somewhere you feel more for."

"Not really. My friends are either couples or divorced or widowed women. For no obvious reason I don't seem to collect any male friends."

"I'm sure it won't be long before you find someone."

"I've been looking for three years so it looks like it's taking a bit of a time. In the meantime, a fuck buddy would be nice."

At this Mum sort of descended into a fit of giggles. I joined in with her and we seemed to keep setting each other off. Eventually we calmed down and checking the time. I said, "If we're going to go out for dinner we'd better get back and change."

"Do you know what," she replied, "after last night and today, I'm pooped. Why don't we just go home and order a take away and have a quiet night in?"

"I'm okay with that if it's what the birthday girl would really like to do."

She smiled and nodded and then we got up from the bench and after a last look around I escorted her back to the car. I opened the door and she planted her behind onto the seat, but unusually she lifted her right leg and put it into the foot well leaving her left leg on the ground. This had the effect of raising her hem and giving me a glimpse of her bare thigh above her stockings. Then with an "Oops" and a naughty grin she lifted her left leg in and covered her legs.

I got into the car and she asked if we could close all the windows and just have the air conditioning on, which I did.

On the way back Mum was sat with the seat a fair way back and instead of having her feet in the foot well, she had moved them back, lifting her knees. As the journey home progressed, the bumps were gradually forcing the hem of her dress up her thighs revealing more and more of her legs.

By the time we'd arrived home the tops of her stockings were on show and there was no intention on Mum's part to hide them. I got out of the car and went around and opened the passenger door for her. She lifted her left leg and placed it on the ground outside the car. This raised her hem right up to the top of her legs and as she swivelled in the seat her white panties were clearly visible before eventually planting her right foot and raising herself from the car seat with the aid of my hand. I looked at her a little quizzically, almost as if to say "was that for my benefit", but all I got back was Mum lowering her face and I thought saw a grin. Boy was I confused. What was she up to?Mum asked me if Chinese was okay, which I was happy with, and she placed an order while I poured us some wine. We sat and listened to some music and I caught up more on what she had been up to recently, until the doorbell rang. I went and collected the food and brought it into the kitchen. We got plates and Mum grabbed a couple of trays and said, "I can't be bothered to set the table, let's eat off our laps."

I nodded and smiled and grabbed a tray and we went into the lounge and ate. The conversation continued as before, very light but a bit more intermittent as we filled the gaps eating. Eventually we finished and having taken the trays back to the kitchen I brought the wine back in and topped our glasses up and we sat and listened to music.

We finished the bottle of wine off and Mum asked for some more, so I got another bottle from the kitchen and refilled our glasses. About half way through the second bottle, Mum suddenly chirped up with, "How do you go about getting a fuck buddy?"

I nearly chocked as I was taking a sip of wine. Coughing and recovering myself I replied, "I'm not sure. It sort of just happened in my case."

"What do you mean?"

"I was in New York at a conference and I had met Sonja and Natalé working in Moscow and Milan and they introduced me to Cynthia, a New Yorker. At the time Sonja and Natalé were just business acquaintances, who I saw fairly regularly. Cynthia was pleasant and we got on. I was in New York for a week and we spent a lot of time together. We ended up sleeping together and we both enjoyed it, but we both agreed that our jobs were more important at this moment in our lives. At the end of the week I came back to the UK, thinking I'd had a good time but that was it. About a week after I got back I received an email from Natalé asking if I minded her giving Cynthia all my contact details. Anyway to cut a long story short, the next time I was scheduled to meet a client in New York, Cynthia invited me to stay at her apartment rather than a hotel, which is what I did. I was only there for 3 nights but we slept together each night. Cynthia and I agreed that we were happy with this arrangement for the time being with me agreeing to put her up at my place when she comes to London. It wasn't till later when I was in Moscow working with Sonja that she said I'd found a fuck buddy, and this was the first time I'd heard the phrase."

"Wow." Mum exclaimed. So how come you got Sonja and Natalé as fuck buddies as well?"

"It seemed that Cynthia had spoken with Natalé and Sonja and told them of our arrangement. It seems the girls were all happy to share me in the same way, so the next time I was in Milan Natalé invited me to stay with her and the same happened with Sonja the next time I was in Moscow."

"So how does it work when you're all in the same place?"

"Natalé and Sonja work for clients so they don't get to the UK often, whereas Cynthia works in marketing so quite often visits the UK. If I find myself in Milan I always stay with Natalé, when in Moscow, I stay with Sonja and when in New York I stay with Cynthia. If any of the other girls are there at the same time the host has the final say. That's all there is to it really."

"It sounds like you spend your time jumping from bed to bed, if you ask me." Mum said with a grin.

"Not really. I probably meet one of the girls on average about once a month, where we might spend a few days together."

The room fell silent again and Mum seemed to be lost in thought. After about 10 minutes she looked up at me and with a really naughty look on her face she asked, "Have you ever had a threesome, or even a foursome with the girls?"

I looked at her and she was staring at me and as a result I became a little embarrassed.

"You have haven't you?" she said gleefully.

"I've had a threesome with Natalé and Cynthia when we were all in Milan. It's only happened once. It was fun, but a little exhausting."

"Tell me about it."

Very sternly I said, "Mum, it's not polite to ask that kind of question." However, I finished with a smile to let her know that I wasn't really offended.

After another quiet interlude and after we had finished the second bottle of wine, Mum asked for a vodka and tonic. She said, "I've got a nice buzz on and as its only 9:30 I want to stay relaxed."

I got her drink and just a coke for me and went back and sat in the lounge. Mum wasn't there, but I heard her coming back down the stairs. She came in and sat back down and thanked me for the drink.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yes dear. I just popped to the loo."

She sat in her seat again and took a few sips from her glass.

"Jimmy, I have something I want to ask you, and I want you to know that if you say no, I won't be hurt or offended I just need to know if you would do something for me."

"Okay."

"Listening to you earlier on how you met your three friends it's become apparent to me that I need a fuck buddy."

I went to speak but she put her hand up and said, "Please let me finish."

She took a deep breath then continued, "I just need some sex and don't know where to start to find a casual partner and I need to know that whoever I choose I can trust. I'd also like to be sure that whoever it is won't go getting all attached. This might shock you Jimmy, but there are times when a woman just needs a good seeing to and as long as the guy knows what to do with his and my body, it really doesn't matter who he is.

"I suppose that what I'm trying to say is if you've ever fantasised about having sex with me I'm offering you the chance to fulfil that fantasy. How would you like to fuck me?"

I was stunned and immediately thought back to my adolescent years when I used to think about Mum sometimes when I masturbated, and suddenly found myself aroused in no time at all but hesitated before I replied.

After a short pause and having considered how to answer without offending or alienating her I began. "Wow. I bet that wasn't easy to ask. Look Mum; I'm shocked that you've got to a point where you feel you need to ask me this. I'm also honoured that you trust me enough to ask such a difficult question." I paused again and then continued carefully. "What you've asked is illegal; it's incest, and despite the legal risks there are also social risks. Having said all of that the most profound feeling I have at this moment is sexual arousal."

Mum went to speak, and this time I held my hand up and stopped her.

"Mum, you are a beautiful, vivacious and sexy woman. I know from school that my schoolmates at the time always thought you were hot. There was also one other person at school that also secretly wanted you. Not just to look at, but wanted to have full sex with you." I paused for a moment.

"Who was it?" she asked, now sitting forward expectantly.

I looked her straight in the eye and said, "Me."

She smiled and seemed to relax and then asked, "Does that mean you will give me one more birthday present and stuff your cock deep into my pussy?"

Although I was a little surprised at what she had said and the words she had used I got up and walked over to her. I raised her to her feet and took her in my arms and hugged her. She hugged me back and I whispered into her ear, "It would make me the proudest man in the world to have sex with you. You don't know how long I've fantasised about that, and still do sometimes."

By this time, I had a significant erection and it didn't go unnoticed.

She whispered back to me, "Is that a hard cock in your trousers or are you just pleased to feel me?"

We laughed and after I gave her arse a good squeeze we separated, with Mum running her hand over my cock and me running my hands over her breasts.

Releasing her breasts, I said, "I think we may need to set some rules so that we don't overstep any unseen marks that either of us have." Mum nodded in agreement and we both sat back down.

Mum started, "Okay. I have an idea. Here are my rules. If you're here to fuck me, you can call me anything you like. I don't mind. After that you can ask or suggest anything you want. You're my son and although we both know what we will do is incest, I trust you not to abuse or hurt me. Beyond that I'm not a prude. I've indulged in oral and anal sex. I've done some mild dom and sub stuff and even tried watersports."

It was my turn to be stunned. I was also turned on, and had a seriously hard cock. In front of me Mum slipped her stockinged feet out of her shoes, sat back down, and lifted her legs over the arms of her chair, spreading them and raising the hem of her dress and to my complete surprise she wasn't wearing panties and her blonde well-trimmed bush was now presented to me. Looking closer it was also possible to see the reflection of light from the droplets of her juices that were obviously now flowing from her expectant receptacle.

"Jimmy, I've had such a fantastic day and you've been very caring and attentive to me and my needs and there's only one thing that would end the day perfectly for me."

I waited as she paused, and seemed to look deep into my soul.

After what seemed an age, she continued. "Jimmy, please take me to bed and make love to me; your mother. I want to feel my sons cock filling my pussy, not only with your meat but I want you to fill me with your cum."

I got up and walked over to her and was so turned on I could feel the pre cum oozing from my cock. I helped her to her feet and we kissed tenderly, her tongue pushing my lips open and invading my mouth. I competed with her tongue and we became more urgent. Mum pulled back a little then lifted her hand to my mouth with her fingers glistening. The erotic aroma of her sex filled my senses as I licked and then sucked her juices from her fingers.

I whispered quietly in her ear, "You taste and smell fantastic Mum. You don't know how erotic that is."

She whispered back, "I think we'd better get upstairs before you explode." She looked down to see an obvious wet mark on my trousers at the tip of my cock. "It's okay baby, Mum loves a big helping of cream before a good fuck."

I followed her up the stairs where she took great delight in wiggling her arse as she climbed the stairs ahead of me. She also lifted her dress allowing me to pat her on the backside, which brought a little squeal of joy as she continued up the stairs.

We got into her bedroom and she turned to me and kissed me passionately. She almost took my breath away with the intensity of her kiss. We eventually parted and she took me by the hand and walked me to her bed. She got me to sit on the bed and stood directly in front of me and removed her dress. Then she undid her bra and removed it giving me free view of her fabulous breasts. Her nipples were very erect, giving a hint at the level of her own arousal. She went to undo her stockings, but I put my hand on hers and asked her to leave them on. She then reached forward and pushed my knees apart and knelt between them. She reached up and undid my trousers, pulled the zip down and got me to lift up and pulled my trousers and my boxers down, freeing my cock to her gaze. She licked her lips and said, "My baby has a beautiful big stiff cock. That's just what Mummy needs."

Mum wrapped her delicate hand around my cock and slowly pumped it. I was in heaven. It wasn't just having my cock pumped, it was having it pumped by the woman that brought me into the world and has cared for me all of my life. I watched as she looked up at me, winked, then opened her mouth and closed it over my cock. I could feel her tongue swirling around the head of my cock and I knew that I wasn't going to last long, as her mouth and tongue worked their magic along with the gentle kneading of my balls with her hand. I started to feel myself stiffen more and the inevitable climb began.

"I'm gonna cum soon Mum." I said.

I heard a gentle "Mmmm" from her as she continued to suck on my stiffening cock.

Then with a final gasp from me my cock shot its thick creamy deposit into my mother's mouth. She swallowed every drop without missing any. With a few final licks she looked me in the eye and said, "Oh baby, that's about the tastiest cum I've ever had. If I'd known you tasted this good I think I would have been draining you long before this."

"That was the most intense blowjob I've ever had. I've just realised my mother is a very dirty girl."

She smiled and we kissed. Although she had swallowed all of my cum there was a hint of saltiness in her mouth.

I removed my shirt and socks, leaving myself completely naked and got on the bed and lay on my back. "Mum, would you come and sit on my face. I've always dreamt of you rubbing your pussy all over my face."

Jumping up on the bed she straddled my head and holding herself a few inches above my face, she said, "My pussy is weeping for some attention Baby." With that she lowered herself onto my face.

My god, she was wet, and the smell was just so intense and arousing. I licked around her lips, slowly circling towards the centre of her sex. She was really turned on as her clit had already popped out to play. I went from pushing my tongue into her vagina to licking the inside of her inner lips to flicking her clit with my tongue. Mum was jumping and trembling at my attention. Like me she was close and really aroused and suddenly I decided to carry out a full on assault on her clit which after about a minute had her pushing down onto my face and with a small scream and a barely audible "Oh fuck, yes. Bite my clit." and other expletives I bit gently on her clit causing her to cum hard. I could feel the liquid seeping from her onto my face. I returned to gently licking as she slowly came down and I slowly lapped up all the juices that were seeping from her.

All of a sudden she got off me and got down and kissed me. She also licked her own cum from my face.

We were lying face to face on the bed and I reached across and squeezed one of her nipples.

"Oh my god, I don't think my nipples have ever been this hard and sensitive." she gasped.

I felt her hand tug at my hardened cock and I rolled her onto her back and then began squeezing and flicking her nipples. Mum just sighed and moaned softly as I continued stimulating her nipples. Her breathing was a little strained then all of a sudden she stiffened then shivered.

"Did you just cum?" I asked.

"Yes baby. It was a gentle orgasm but oh so delicious."

We kissed passionately again then she whispered, "Darling. Mummy would like her baby to fuck her and fill her up with his cream now." Then, with a bit more urgency, she added, "Jimmy, please get on top of me and shove that beautiful cock into my pussy. I really need to be fucked now."

I rolled onto her then lifted myself up so I was kneeling between her wide spread legs. Then I ran my cockhead along her slit coating it with her slick juices. I stopped with it positioned at the entrance to her vagina. I then carefully leaned forward and down and kissed Mum, as her tongue entered my mouth I pushed my cock into her in one smooth motion. At this point she tried to suck my tongue from my mouth into hers. We broke the kiss and looked into each other's eyes as I buried my cock as deep as I could into her.

She whispered in my ear, "That is a deliciously big cock you have. Baby, please fuck me with it."

I slowly pulled most of the way out then plunged in again and held it there looking at Mum's gorgeous face.

Suddenly she slapped my arse, and with a big grin she said, "Stop teasing, you bastard and fuck me."

I kissed her again then started a slow even rhythm. As I pumped my cock in and out of her hungry pussy I could feel her velvety walls rippling around my cock.

"Oh my god baby, that feels so good. Don't you dare stop." she gasped.

I began to pick up the pace a little and Mum's eyes closed as she concentrated on the sensations being produced by my cock. Then she started to tremble and moan. I increased my pace a little more. She was keeping pace and was soon panting as well as the trembling. Then I felt her start to shake and I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock, then she grabbed my head and kissed me hard as she experienced a very intense orgasm and I just pushed my cock into her and held it grinding our pelvic bones together. I kissed her back as she shook beneath me. Eventually she released me and lay back. Her neck and chest were bright red with her arousal. I started pumping my cock into her again and Mum just grinned and moaned then said breathlessly, "You beautiful boy. You've made your mother cum again."

I kept pumping with slightly longer more forceful strokes as she started to moan again. I could still feel her trembling below me and she kept whispering encouragement in my ear as she began to ascend towards another orgasm. I increased the pace more as I could feel my own orgasm beginning to approach. I said to Mum, "I'm gonna cum soon. I'm going to fill your pussy with my cum."

She started to lose it a bit as she started repeatedly demanding me to "cum for Mummy" and "fill me with your lovely cum". Very soon she became unintelligible as she panted moaned and screamed then she again grabbed for my head and frantically told me she was about to cum. Then kissing me she stiffened then started to shake. Her pussy grabbed my cock and with the knowledge that I was making her cum again, my cock twitched and then plunging it deep into her pussy it spewed my seed deep into her. As she felt my cock fill her up her legs squeezed around my back making sure there was no way I could pull out. He arms were now around my neck and her tongue trying to escape down my throat and my ejaculation seemed to intensify her own orgasm. I began to relax as my orgasm ended. Then suddenly Mum relaxed and simply gasped underneath me.

Then breathlessly she said, "Oh Darling, thank you very much you stud of a man. That was the best fuck of my life."

I grinned and said, "I don't think I've ever cum that hard before. Perhaps it's because of the woman I've just fucked"

All of a sudden Mum started to cry and asked me to stay inside her. We held each other for what seemed like a lifetime before she released me and with a mildly embarrassed look on her face she started to speak, "I'm sorry baby..."

I put my finger to her lips to stop her speaking.

"Mum, you never have to apologise to me for enjoying sex. I was honoured that I could make you so happy and I was able to satisfy you. When you cried I felt nothing but total love for the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world." Then with a big grin I added, "Not to mention the fact that you're such a fantastic fuck."

She laughed and started to wipe the tears away. I gently wiped away her remaining tears, finishing by kissing her tenderly.

Suddenly she started giggling and started to writhe a little under me.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

Still giggling she said, "We're leaking."

I started laughing as well. Then she got me to stay in her while she sat up a little. Then with her hand cupped between her legs she slowly got me to pull out and our mixed juices flowed into her hand.

"I love the taste of a man's cum mixed with mine, so if you don't mind." she said with a grin. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked and sucked our combined liquid from it. Then she shoved three fingers into herself and again pulling a large helping of our cum from her she licked and sucked it from her fingers. Finally, she quickly scooted down and sucked my now soft cock, cleaning it off.

After the humour of the moment Mum went into the en suite and cleaned herself a little more and used the loo and then she finally removed her suspender belt and stockings. When she was finished I also went and used the loo before we both got into her bed.

She lay in my arms spooned into me with her back to me. Suddenly she turned to me and said, "You know I'm not going to need a fuck buddy anymore, because I've got my stud of a son to give me a good seeing to when he's around."We both laughed again. After our little giggling fit I cupped Mum's breast, to have her cover my hand with hers. Then gently kissing her on her shoulder I said, "Happy birthday Mum."

She gently squeezed my breast-filled hand and replied quietly, "Thank you Darling, I had a wonderful day and I loved your present." After a short pause she added, "I love the watch as well."

We finally kissed each other and both drifted off to sleep.

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I woke the next morning to find Mum next to me with her elbow buried in the mattress and her head resting in her palm, just looking at me with a warm smile on her face.

"Good morning Darling. How is my wonderful stud of a son this morning?"

"Good morning Mum. I feel absolutely wonderful and like I got all my birthdays in one go last night."

Mum leaned over and gently ran the back of her hand across my cheek and said, "I know what you mean. I only wish that birthday could have come years earlier." As always she was looking to be a bit naughty and she continued, "Anyhow mother and son have finally fucked each other's brains out, and long may it continue."

We laughed and kissed then she sat up on the bed facing me, Indian style, giving me a wonderful view of her naked body.

"Now Jimmy, I've got you for the rest of this week and you've got me all horny. So what I'd like to do is extend my birthday and have some naughty fun with you until you have to go back to work. How do you fancy playing with me for the rest of the week?"

I sat up and mirrored Mum's position in bed and with my cock rising to attention and in plain view I said, "Mum, that sounds absolutely delicious."

"That's wonderful. What I'd like us to do is talk about what we'd like to do, whether it's for the first time or not. We don't have to do everything but we can try anything that we're both comfortable with." Then grinning broadly, she continued, "You're about to find out just what a dirty girl your mother is."

I laughed and said, "From what I remember from last night, I think I might have an idea." I paused and winked as I said, "Watersports?"

We both laughed and she said, "I wasn't sure you picked up on that. You didn't seem to react at all when I said it."

"I certainly did hear it and it sounds intriguing. As it's still your birthday, why don't you tell me what you'd like to do, or like us to do, around watersports. Before you start, I've had some thoughts about it in the past, and up to a point I'm happy to try this out with you." As I spoke Mum had looked down at my now fully erect cock, and she seemed to be lost in thought as I stopped talking. "Uh hum." I continued. "Is there something wrong with my face?"

Mum looked back at me, smiled and then feigned embarrassment. "No darling. Your face is fine. I was just looking at that wonderfully hard cock eyeing me up."

"That's ok then." I said, "So, what about the watersports then?"

Mum thought for a second then asked, "Have you ever wet yourself since you were a little kid?"

"Not that I can remember." I replied.

"Well, I have. It happened after a night out with the girls, just after your dad and I divorced. They were trying to cheer me up. Anyhow we left the club and I decided I would wait till I got home to use the loo. Well I got to the taxi rank and it took ages for taxis to arrive to pick people up. By the time I eventually got my taxi, everyone in the queue must have known that I was bursting for a pee. Anyway I managed to get home with only the slightest of leaks and hurried to the front door. It was at this point that I couldn't find my door keys in the bottom of my bag and in my frustration and desperation I peed myself. I had trousers on and after the initial shock of peeing myself I suddenly felt really horny. After eventually getting inside, I went up to the toilet and without taking off my wet trousers and panties I masturbated to a shuddering orgasm."

All I could say was, "Wow." Then I asked, "Is that the only time, or have you done it since?"

"No. I've done it quite a few times. Now and again when I feel horny I drink loads and usually put on three pairs of thick cotton panties and a pair of jogging bottoms then I wait till I can't hold it any more. By this time I'm so horny that just the pee flowing over my clit stimulates me, then sometimes even before I've finished peeing I've usually got my hand in my knickers and bring myself off."

"Why the three pairs of knickers?"

"They soak up my pee and allow it to stay in contact with my body, so it doesn't really get to a point where it gets all cold. It just maintains the warm, wet feeling as long as possible."

I was considering the possibilities and visualising Mum hopping from leg to leg trying to avoid peeing herself, and failing. I also realised that despite what she had described I was quite aroused at the idea of Mum peeing herself, me watching her do it and finally doing it myself. "I'd like to give it a try, but I don't really have any clothes with me."

Mum leaned forward and kissed me, gave my cock a quick pump and said, "I've got something you can put on." She jumped off the bed, and after going to her wardrobe and her chest of drawers, she came back with a pile of her thick cotton panties and two pairs of joggers. She handed me the larger pair of joggers and three pairs of panties.

"Thanks." I said. "Am I supposed to be a perv and put these on?"

"Why not; they're only like your briefs but without a hole."

"Fair point, I suppose."

We both got up and put on the panties and joggers. The panties seemed a little snug after the second pair, and by the time I got the joggers on I felt a little hemmed in. Mum had a smile on her face that looked like the cat that got the cream.

She walked up to me grinning and wrapped her arms around my back. We hugged and kissed and Mum said, "This is so deliciously naughty. I'm looking forward to this." We stayed holding each other and with us both topless, I could feel Mum's rock-hard nipples pressing into my chest. My god, she must be so turned on.

"Have you had a pee since you woke up?" I asked as we separated.

"No darling. I was hoping you'd be up for a bit of 'desperation', so to speak. I thought I'd wait until we had a bit of a chat." Then with another big grin, she added, "It looks as if my darling boy likes to pee his pants with his pissy Mum."

We finished dressing, with me getting a T-shirt and Mum putting on a little strappy top, we went downstairs for breakfast. The first thing she got was a large glass of milk for us both. She then made toast for us both, after which we had coffee, but Mum used her mega breakfast coffee cups that must have held at least half a pint. After finishing our coffee, she went to the cupboard and got two pint glasses and asked if I wanted orange or lemon squash. I said lemon and she filled the glasses to the brim and brought them over.

"Let's take these into the lounge." She said.

As we got up and wandered from the kitchen I asked, "Why so much to drink?"

"Firstly it will speed things up, and secondly it will mean that if we want an encore it won't take too long. Now sit and drink."

I laughed at the term she used and we sat in the lounge and put the television on and watched morning TV.

We talked idly for about 45 minutes when I saw Mum beginning to look a bit uncomfortable.

"Are you bursting to go?"

"Yeah. The pressure is seriously building." She said with a sort of frown on her face.

"I'm busting for a pee as well; shall we go up."

"Oh no. That's not how I get really horny. I will hold it and hold it until I actually pee myself. Then I'll try to stop the flow, then go up to my shower and let it all out, masturbating as I completely pee myself."

"Ok. I'm looking forward to seeing that. Obviously men can't masturbate and pee at the same time, so I'll just watch you, if that's okay."

"Of course it is darling. That's why you're here."

After a few more minutes, Mum got up and started pacing around the lounge. She was clamping her thighs together and pushing her hand between her legs to try to hold off peeing herself.

She held her hand out to me and said, "Come with me. Let's go upstairs, I want to check my computer."

I took her hand and followed her upstairs. I was really getting desperate myself so I decided not to engage in any physical contact. I followed her into her study and she switched her PC on.

"If you're into a bit of watersports you might be interested in a couple of websites I know about." All the time she was saying this she was hopping from one leg to the other. Constantly moving to try to hold herself together.

Before Mum even got the PC fired up she let out a sudden squeal, turned to face me and removing her hands from her crotch I could see a damp patch appear. I suddenly found I had a serious hard on, but was still suffering from the pain of such a full bladder. In the meantime, she had this funny expression on her face as she tried to stem the flow.

Suddenly she seemed to relax a little and smiled at me and said "Oh dear, I seemed to have pissed myself." She had now put her hands back to her now damp crotch and resumed the 'pee dance'.

I could feel my cock shrinking as the pain increased and all of a sudden I lost control and started peeing myself. It seemed that I pissed for a good few seconds before I was able to try to stem the flow, but also there was only a small damp patch to show that I'd succumbed. Mum saw it and through her gritted teeth she smiled and said, "My baby's wet my panties."

I managed to stem the flow with the damp patch spreading across the front of my crotch and down between my legs. The sensation was just warm and oddly pleasant because of the warmth of the pee and with the three pairs of panties on it stayed warm against my body. I looked at Mum and said, "It feels good actually. It isn't how I thought it would be."

She smiled and said, "Now we've both been dirty little kids and peed our pants let's go and finish this off.

We went into her bathroom and walked into the shower. There was enough room for us both and Mum said, "I'll go first and you can watch then you can go after."

I nodded and Mum leaned against the wall and then relaxed. The damp patch became a very wet patch and it extended out towards her hips and down the inside of her legs. With the pee still flowing Mum began rubbing her pussy frantically and looked straight at me. I looked at her eyes and then her crotch, wanting to see her face when she came and wanting to watch the frantic activity at her pussy.

She began to pant and gasp and with a sudden, "Ooooooh", she gave a little shudder and with a final gasp, began to recover and stood up.

"Oh god, that was so horny. I must have pissed gallons and it was so horny with you watching me."

Mum walked over to me and ran her hand across my damp crotch, and then looking up and kissing me briefly, she whispered in my ear, "Your turn baby. Pee for Mum."

I didn't need asking twice. With her still gently running her hand over my cock, I let myself relax and the warmth of my fresh pee spread around crotch. I could feel my pee expanding down my legs and feel it dripping onto my feet. I seemed to pee forever but the more I pissed the better the feeling became as my bladder contracted back to a more sensible size. Eventually my stream slowed then stopped.

"Crikey, that feels really good. I'm not sure its arousing, like it is for you, but the warmth and sensation of finally emptying such a full bladder is something I'll want to repeat. Mum, you've turned me into a dirty little pisser."

She smiled and then very seductively said, "That's good, because I've got another little treat for you in about an hour or so. Now let's get out of these wet clothes, have a quick shower and then have some lunch.

After showering together, we both dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and had some lunch. We chatted about the morning's activities both looking forward to doing it again. Through lunch Mum made sure we both drank plenty with the mega coffee cups out again and plenty more squash each.

We finished lunch and by that time, with all the liquid we drank in the morning and the top up at lunchtime we were both in need of another good pee.

"I need the loo again." I said to Mum.

"Me too. Come with me, I have a little surprise for you. Hopefully it won't freak you out."

"What is it?" I asked quickly.

As we got to our feet Mum kissed me then said, "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you; now would it?"

She led me upstairs and into her spare bedroom. The bed wasn't made but had a big thick cover on the mattress. Mum got a pile of towels out of the wardrobe and laid them out over the bed. There were about seven or eight beach towels. She then asked me to lay on the towels, on my back.

I looked at her curiously, and she smiled and said, "I wouldn't do anything I thought you'd hate. I know you're going to love this. You do trust your mother don't you?"

After pausing looking at the excited impish grin on Mum's face I thought "why not." So I jumped on the bed and lay on the pile of towels. Mum jumped up and straddled my lap and brought her face down to mine. We kissed passionately with our tongues waging a war to win the space in our mouths. All of a sudden my lap started feeling warm, a little like when I pissed earlier and I broke our kiss and looked at her.

She started giggling and said, "Oops. I appear to have pissed myself again. Not only that I think I've got my handsome son wet as well."

I just got this enormous hard-on. It was so quick that Mum said, "I can feel your cock getting hard." She laughed out loud and said, "I knew you'd love this."

She ground her crotch into mine until she finished peeing, and then sat up grinning from ear to ear.

"Come on move your arse. I want to get on the bottom now."

It was at this point that I nearly creamed in my pants. It was one of the most debase things one individual can do to another but here was Mum begging me to pee on her. Mind you having had her do it to me I have to say, for me at least, it was a real turn on.

I got up and surveyed the damage with the bottom of my T-shirt and all around the top of my jeans soaking wet. I looked at Mum and her wet patch seemed to be confined to her crotch and just the top of her legs and arse.

She quickly replaced me on the towels and beckoned me down on top of her. I sat astride her and got comfortable.

As she opened her mouth to speak, she felt my pee soaking into her jeans and warming her crotch. She just closed her eyes and relaxed back down. I leaned down to her and kissed her. I also lifted one hand and tweaked her left nipple through her T-shirt. She groaned with pleasure as we continued to kiss, and I finally pulled away from her once I was empty.

She looked me in the eye and said, "Thank you darling for making this new experience so enjoyable."

I stopped, taking in her words and after what seemed like an age, and significantly shocked, I said, "You mean you've never done this before?"

She laughed her reply, "What do you think I am some kind of pervert?"

Well, that was it. I just fell about in hysterics at her comment. She also began laughing uncontrollably and it took us a good 10 minutes or so to eventually calm down.

Having reclaimed my composure, I told her, "I thought you'd done this many times before. The way you got the towels out; the fact that you have what looks like a waterproof cover on the spare bed. It looked like this was a regular activity, though I did wonder who you might have done it with."

"No baby, it was a first; peeing on someone and having them pee on me." Then she added, "It's like we lost our peeing virginity to each other."

We both laughed again until Mum got a more serious look on her face.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well, there is one more thing I'd like to try, if you don't mind helping me."

"What's that?"

"We're both going to want to pee again in about an hour and I wondered if you would just pee over me in the shower, with us both naked."

I looked at her and considered the request. The thing that struck me was imagining my Mum with her legs spread wide open then letting go with a strong stream. With that picture in my mind I smiled at her and replied, "As long as you'll pee on me."

We kissed, grabbed the towels and ran into Mum's shower for the second time today, then peeled our wet clothes off. Mum got all practical and used the shower to rinse a lot of our pee from the towels and our clothes. We cleaned ourselves up and Mum got all the clothes into a plastic basket ready to take downstairs.

"Why don't we just stay naked until round 3? Otherwise at this rate I'm going to run out of clothes." I said as we left the bathroom.

"Okay, but I need something on my feet if I'm going to be in the kitchen sorting all this washing out. Pick some shoes for me Hun. They're in that wardrobe." She pointed to one of her wardrobes.

I looked in to find a seriously large number of shoes of all kinds on a large number of shoe racks, but not only that, behind the racks were what looked like boxes and boxes of new shoes as well.

"Bloody hell!" I exclaimed. "Are you the distribution centre for Jimmy Choo or something?"

Mum giggled and shouted back as she went downstairs, "I like to have a shoe for every occasion."

"She's not joking," I thought to myself, "a pair for breakfast, a pair for lunch, a pair for dinner..."

Anyhow, I found a pair of pink slippers, with a furry toe strap, no backs and a small raised heel. "Perfect." I thought, and then took them downstairs and handed them to Mum.

"Thank you Babe." she said as she slipped her feet into them.

I sat at the breakfast bar and watched as she moved around the kitchen. She seemed at home naked and every so often she would look over at me and smile. We didn't say much but I thought there were very few women in this world under forty that wouldn't die for a body like hers.

Her legs were sleek and well-toned, with a slightly thicker thigh, giving her an athletic look. There was only the slightest hint of cellulite, which would go unnoticed except under the closest examination. Her rear was in good order with a little bit of movement as she moved, but it was still fairly taught with no obvious hint of any move south. Her stomach had a bit of a swell to it, but this could be attributed more to her athletic build than fat. There were no creases across it just a fullness that you knew was mostly muscular and firm. Her back was spotless and her shoulders broad, for a woman; mainly due to a life spent playing sport, and in particular, swimming. Her breasts were perfect, I know I'm biased, a D cup, I think, with perfectly proportioned areola and nipples. As I said earlier they are still fairly firm with only a hint of sag to them. The sag is less noticeable due to the positioning of her nipples being 'front and centre' they help give the illusion of youthful and firm breasts.

Her face glows with energy and her features have been likened to Kim Basinger on more than one occasion. If I hadn't been her son I think I would have gone to the ends of the earth to have her as mine. Thinking of that, I must be the luckiest man in the world. Not only do I have the sexiest woman in the world as my mother, but I also have the sexiest woman in the world as my lover. There aren't too many men that can say that.

I then wandered off into one of those warm fuzzy places in my mind just enjoying the view and imagining the things I might do to and with Mum. I must have been well off with the fairies when I was suddenly yanked back to the here and now.

"Anybody home?" she asked from across the kitchen.

I sort of jumped and said, "Sorry. I was deep in thought."

"Nice thoughts I hope."

"I was just thinking how absolutely beautiful you are, and how fit and sexy your body is."She actually blushed at this, and came over to me and kissed me so lovingly. "Thank you Darling. I am so lucky to have a man like you to look after me and be with me when you can. As much as we've had a lot of very naughty fun today, which I have totally enjoyed, the love we shared last night was the most fulfilling of my life. I don't think anyone other than a woman's son can give that kind of love and there should be a law that states all women must experience it. If they did the world would be a place full of love." She kissed me again and then looked at me for a short moment with that little impish grin she has slowly forming on her lips.

"Anyway," she continued, "I don't know about you, but I need a pee."

I realised that I also could happily empty my bladder again and we both eagerly headed back upstairs to the shower.

Mum slipped her slippers off at the bathroom door and we walked into her shower.

"Do you want to pee first or second?" I asked.

"You choose." she replied.

"It's your fetish." I said.

"Okay. I'll pee on you first. How shall we do this?"

I went over to a shelf in the corner of the shower and moved the toiletries and beckoned Mum to sit on it.

"Open your legs wide and spread your lips so they're wide open."

Mum sat down and got herself in position and as she finished spreading her labia displaying her vaginal entrance, she looked at me and winked and said, "Kinky!"

"Just do it over my body. I'm not sure I'm up for the old piss drinking stuff."

"That's good." she replied. "Me neither."

She adjusted herself to get sort of comfortable and then with a "Here it comes," she started to spray all over my chest and abdomen. She tried to direct the stream and managed to get it to hit my rapidly hardening cock a couple of times. The flow slowly ebbed and she gave her pussy a wipe with her hand and smiled at me.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"It was sort of erotic and fun but it was watching the pee come out that I found most arousing. The fact that it was spraying onto me was less important."

"Okay, maybe not for you. However, if I don't get peed on soon I'm going to cream myself. I'm so turned on at the thought of you peeing on me. I just want your pee on my body."

"Do you want to hold my cock?"

"That's a good idea."

I walked forward and Mum stayed in roughly the same position then reached and took hold of my semi hard cock. She aimed it roughly at her pussy then nodded to me she was ready.

I started to pee and the stream hit her between the legs. She adjusted the stream and got her pussy full on. She then raised my cock and sprayed around her stomach and her tits then as I felt the stream weaken I shuffled forward and finished dribbling right onto her pussy.

By the time I was finished Mum was seriously aroused and began frigging her clit. She was moaning and panting and then she looked at me and said, "Would you fuck me please lover?"

"Turn around; I want to take you from behind."

She jumped up and spread her legs bent over resting one elbow on the shelf she'd just left. Her other hand was between her legs still frigging her clit and with my now fully hard cock I moved in and slid into her sopping wet pussy. There was no finesse; this was a full on, honest to goodness fuck. No passion, just physical lust and I just pounded her.

Mum came first and screamed her way through her orgasm. I was near but it would take a little while longer.

Suddenly Mum turned towards me, "Let me finish you off baby, I'd like you to cum all over me."

I pulled out and Mum knelt down in front of me with my cock right in front of her face, and she started to pump my cock.

It only took a minute or so then I was climbing the ladder to pumping my cum. Mum felt my cock start to swell and stiffen more, and then started encouraging me. "Cum for Mummy, baby. Shoot that dirty jizz all over me. Cover my face and tits and make me your slutty, dirty Mummy."

At this point I lost it and started shooting. The first rope hit her square in the mouth. Mum rose up and tried to get her tits with the second but it hit high on her chest. She put her face to my cock for the next and it went up her face, and forehead and some into her hair and then finally she opened her mouth and the last small ropes landed on her tongue.

Mum was in heaven and wiped all the cum around her mouth into it and swallowed, repeating this until she'd cleaned as much of my cum from her face as she could. The glob of cum on her chest she smeared around her tits and over her nipples and when she was finally done she finished by giving the head of my cock a quick suck to get the last drops of cum.

She turned the shower on and got under the spray then opened her arms for me to join her. We hugged and kissed in the spray with her not wanting to let go. She didn't seem to want to talk so I just held and kissed her. She just seemed to need close bodily contact. My left thigh was between her legs and she was stimulating herself against my thigh. I suddenly felt her starting to tremble and held her more tightly. She increased the speed and pressure of her clit and the more I held her the more she trembled until suddenly with a gasp and a long low primeval growl she shook violently in my arms and her legs gave way.

I held her up and to my body kissing her shoulders and cheek. Eventually I felt her take her own weight again and I allowed her to stand.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly.

"I think so." she replied a little shakily.

"That was the biggest orgasm I've ever seen any woman have."

"Oh my beautiful baby, you probably don't know the half of it. I feel a little embarrassed, to be honest, because I completely lost control. I have never cum so hard in my life.

I lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly. Then I said, "There's no reason to be embarrassed. I'm honoured that I was able to help you have such intense pleasure.

Mum finally regained her composure and we spent an age washing, massaging and caressing each other. In the end finishing, we dried each other and then went back into her bedroom. She slipped back into her slippers then got two large, white towelling dressing gowns from one of her wardrobes. She gave one to me and we wrapped ourselves in the thick fluffiness of the garments.

We went back downstairs and listening to some music we cuddled together on the sofa. The rest of the afternoon and evening we spent in the warmth of each other's embrace. I made a light evening meal then we finally went to bed.

We were holding each other in bed, and we made love. This was truly making love. It was an extension of the total love between a mother and a son manifesting itself in an intense and tender sexual act.

Just before she went to sleep Mum kissed me goodnight and thanked me for her second birthday. I smiled to myself, wrapped my arms around her and went to sleep wondering how all this will end. At that moment I really didn't know how I was going to be able to tear myself away from this absolutely beautiful woman. But I also knew that that time was rapidly approaching where I would have to.

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The following morning arrived and I woke again to find Mum just watching as I slept.

"Good morning Lover." she said as my eyes opened.

"Good morning Gorgeous." I replied.

She leaned forward and kissed me. I enjoyed the touch of her lips on mine and allowed her to extend the kiss as she wished.

As we parted I noticed tears had formed in her eyes. "What's the matter?" I asked reaching up and wiping a tear from her cheek.

"I'm just being silly. I think I'm going to miss having my son at home; not to mention my fuck buddy." she said with a smile that didn't completely replace the sadness that was still obviously there.

"Well, your son will only be a phone call away and I'm sure that your fuck buddy would want to visit and play far more frequently than has happened in the past. Anyway, there's no reason why you and your fuck buddy can't engage in a bit of phone or video sex in the times between visits."

A smile appeared on her face and she said, "You might be right. But it means that the phone or video call will need to be private because, as you know, I can be a bit naughty and dirty when the mood takes me."

I smiled broadly and replied, "You naughty or dirty? Never." I said jokingly.

We laughed.

We began to kiss and we became aroused and this resulted in Mum and I having sex again, for the last time on this visit. It was a session of lovemaking, more tender and passionate than lustful. At the end we cuddled together for a while, dozed until mid-morning, before we finally got up, showered together and dressed.

Mum went downstairs and made some lunch while I packed my bags ready to head home. It would have been nice to stay for the rest of the day, but I had to get a flight the following day.

We sat downstairs and ate lunch together. Mum was a little subdued and we just discussed normal practical things. The subject mainly directed at when my next visit could take place. It was obvious to me that this weekend and the changes in the relationship between us was having a major impact on Mum.

After eating we sat down and discussed how she would cope and what we could do. I promised that I would make sure I spoke with her more regularly and I would come and visit her more frequently. I also invited her to come and stay with me more often in London, where we could go and see a show or two and just enjoy some good food.

The time had come and I put my bags in the car. I came back to the front door and hugged Mum.

"Jimmy, I wish you could stay just a little longer, just for one more fuck, but I know you need to get going." she said.

I smiled and responded, "You don't know how tempting that offer is Mum, but I have to get ready for my trip tomorrow."

"Will you be staying with Sonja in Moscow?"

I felt a hint of jealousy in Mum's question. "Yes, but you know that fuck buddies don't get jealous don't you. Although there is one very special woman that will always be more than a fuck buddy to me. I love you Mum, not just as my mother but also as a woman. You have given something to me that is way beyond my wildest dreams and to know that not only will you be there as my mother when I need you, but also as a lover means more than I am able to express. So, please don't be jealous of my other 3 ladies, just consider that they are there to keep me in shape and in practice for when I come and spend time with the woman I will always love and want to be with."

Tears began to run down her cheeks and she said, "I'll miss you and perhaps I will feel a little jealous but I know how you feel and I only wish we could have got to this place in our relationship years ago. If you learn any new Russian tricks from Sonja remember to try them out on me when you come back. You know I'm always open to something new and a little naughty."

I kissed the tears away on each of her cheeks and then kissed her lightly on the lips and replied, "Of course I will, and you don't need to remind me how dirty you can be."

"I'm gonna miss you Jimmy,"

"I'm going to miss you too Mum. I'm also going to miss the aquatic activities we've indulged in. You have been an inspiration." I replied with a big grin on my face.

She actually blushed and smiled and said, "I can't wait till the next time. But you'd better get going or you'll get caught in traffic."

I took her in my arms and hugged her one final time. We kissed and I got into my car and with a final wave out of the window as I left I headed back home away from the most exhilarating and life changing weekend of my life.

It was the beginning of what turned out to be a ten-year physical relationship with my mother until I met and settled down with Allison, who became my wife and soulmate. I trusted her without question and I told her about the relationship I had with my mother before we actually married. What was surprising to me was that she wasn't disgusted or critical, she listened to what I had to say and seemed to accept it as something that happened before her life with me. In the end she said that the physical relationship had to stop, but she understood how special it was for us. Despite Alli taking away Mum's fuck buddy they actually became very close, with Mum never questioning Alli's decision; even going as far as agreeing with it. That was how it remained until we eventually lost Mum at the ripe old age of 92.