Mum was sad again. I could tell. She always got sad when she talked about men. She’d say things like, “They just don’t see me, Al.” Or, “I’m just old news now.” It made me feel bad for her. Fifty-one isn’t old. She still looked good. She just didn’t think so.
Tonight, she was extra sad. We were in the kitchen. She was drinking wine. I had a beer. We did that sometimes. Just chilled in the kitchen. Mum looked tired. Her hair was messy. She had on a nightie. It was a short one. White and see-through kind of. No bra. I could see her nipples. They were pink. She didn’t wear knickers either. I could see up her legs when she moved.
“He just said he was busy, Al,” Mum said. She took a big gulp of wine. “Busy for weeks. Weeks!”
“Maybe he is, Mum?” I said. I didn’t know what to say. Guys at her age were weird.
“Don’t be daft, Alan,” she sighed. “Busy means he doesn’t want to call. Busy means he’s found someone younger, someone… fresher.” She sounded really down.
I felt bad. Really bad. Mum was nice. She was funny. Guys should like her. She just didn’t believe it.
“Mum,” I said. “You’re great. He’s stupid.”
She laughed a bit, but it wasn’t a happy laugh. “You’re sweet, love. But you have to say that. You’re my son.”
“No, I mean it,” I said. I stood up and went to her. I put my hand on her arm. Her skin was soft. “You are. You’re really pretty, Mum.”
She looked at me funny. “Oh, Alan,” she said again. She looked at my hand on her arm. She didn’t move it away.
“You are,” I said again, softer this time. I moved my hand up to her shoulder. Then to her neck. Her skin there was really soft too. Like a baby. I touched her neck gently.
She closed her eyes a bit. “Alan,” she said, but it was like a whisper.
I moved closer. I could smell her perfume. It smelled nice. Sweet. Like flowers. And wine. And Mum. I put my other hand on her other shoulder. Now I was holding both her shoulders. She opened her eyes. They were a bit watery.
“Mum,” I said again. “You’re not old. You’re… you’re really pretty.”
She looked at my face. Really looked. Like she was trying to see something. She put her hand on my cheek. Her hand was warm.
“Alan,” she said. This time it was a question. “What are you doing?”
I didn’t really know. But I knew I wanted to kiss her. Not like a mum kiss. Like a… like a guy kiss. She was so close. And she looked… sad and pretty and… I don’t know. Just… Mum. And I wanted to make her feel good.
“I’m just… you’re sad, Mum,” I said. “I want to make you happy.”
She watched my eyes. She didn’t say no. She just looked. Then she leaned in a little bit. Just a little. But it was enough. I leaned in too. And I kissed her.
It was soft at first. Just our lips touching. Then she opened her mouth a bit. And I did too. My tongue went in her mouth. Hers tasted like wine and… Mum again. It was really nice. Softer than I thought it would be. She tasted good.
She made a little noise in her throat. Like “Mmm.” She put her hands on my arms. Holding on tight. I put my arms around her waist. Her nightie was thin. I could feel her skin through it. Soft and warm.
We kissed for a long time. I didn’t want to stop. It felt… right. We pulled apart a little bit. Breathing hard.
“Alan,” she said again. Her voice was shaky. “This… we shouldn’t…”
But she didn’t push me away. She was still holding onto my arms. And I was still holding her waist tight.
“Why not, Mum?” I said. “It feels good. Doesn’t it?”
She looked down. Then back up at me. Her eyes were… different. They looked… wanting.
“Yes,” she whispered. “It does feel good.”
“Then don’t stop,” I said. I kissed her again. This time harder. My hands moved down to her bum. It was soft and round. I squeezed it. She made that “Mmm” noise again, louder this time.
I pulled her nightie down a bit. Just at her shoulder. Her skin was pale and smooth. I kissed her neck. And her shoulder. She smelled even better here. Closer.
“Alan,” she breathed. “Oh, Alan.”
I kissed her again. And again. My hands were all over her bum. Squeezing and rubbing. She had her arms around my neck now. Holding me close.
I lifted her up a bit. She put her legs around my waist. Her nightie rode right up. I could see everything now. Her pussy. It was wet. Already. Just from kissing. I could smell it too. Sweeter than her perfume. Like… her.
“Upstairs,” I whispered in her ear. “Let’s go upstairs.”
She nodded. Just a little nod. But it was yes.
I carried her upstairs. To her bedroom. It smelled like her too. And flowers. And powder. I put her down gently on the bed. She looked up at me. Her eyes were dark now. And wide.
I pulled her nightie right off. She didn’t stop me. She just watched. She was naked now. All white skin and pink nipples and dark hair down there. She was beautiful. More beautiful than I ever knew.
I took off my own clothes fast. T-shirt, jeans, boxers. My cock was hard. Really hard. It was pointing right at her.
She looked at my cock. Her eyes went wide again. Then she looked back at my face.
“Alan,” she said softly. Like she was scared a bit. Or excited. Or both.
“It’s okay, Mum,” I said. I kissed her again. And again. My hands were all over her body now. Her tits were soft and heavy. I squeezed them. Her nipples got hard under my fingers. She moaned a little. “Ughh,” she said.
I moved down her body. Kissing her belly. Her hips. Her legs. She smelled so good. Everywhere. I got to her pussy. It was wet and open. The lips were pink and soft. I kissed them too.
“Oh, God,” she gasped. “Alan! Oh, God!”
I licked her pussy. Up and down. From the top to the bottom. She moaned louder. “Ahhh,” she went. Her legs went wider. She was pushing her pussy into my face. She wanted more. I could tell.
I sucked on her clit. Hard. She screamed a little. “UNGHH!” She arched her back off the bed. Her hands were gripping the sheets.
I stopped sucking. I looked up at her. Her face was flushed. Red and hot. Her breathing was fast. And loud.
“You like that, Mum?” I asked.
“Yes!” she gasped. “Oh, yes! Fuck, yes!” She swore. Mum never swore like that. It was hot.
I got back on top of her. My cock was throbbing. I rubbed it against her pussy lips. Wet and slick. It felt amazing.
“Can I… can I put it in, Mum?” I asked. I felt funny asking. But I wanted to. So bad.
She looked right at me. Straight in the eyes. “Yes, Alan,” she said. Firmly. “Yes, you can.”
I pushed my cock in. Slowly at first. It was tight. So tight. And wet. And hot. It went in inch by inch. Making a wet squelch sound. Like chewing gum, but wetter. “Schlick, schlick,” it went as it slid inside.
“Ughh,” Mum groaned. Her hands gripped my back. “Yes, Alan. Yes. All the way in.”
I pushed all the way in. Right to the balls. It was so deep. And so good. I stayed still for a moment. Just feeling it. Inside her. My cock inside my mum. It was… unreal.
“Move, Alan,” she breathed. “Please. Move.”
I started to move. Slow strokes at first. In and out. “Squelch, squelch.” The sound was so wet. And dirty. And hot. Her pussy was so wet. My cock was sliding in and out so easy now.
“Ahhh,” she moaned. Louder this time. “Yes, Alan. Like that. Fuck, yes.”
I went faster. Pounding into her. Harder and harder. “Squelch, squelch, squelch.” The sounds were louder now. And wetter. Her pussy was making so much noise. It was so wet.
“Harder!” she yelled. “Fuck me harder, Alan!”
“Grrr fuck,” I growled. I pounded into her. Really hard now. My balls slapping against her bum with a “thwack, thwack” sound. Her legs were wrapped tight around my waist. She was holding on for dear life.
“Oohh,” she moaned. “Yes! There! Oh, God, Alan! Don’t stop!”
“NGHH,” I grunted. I was breathing hard. Sweating. She was sweating too. Our bodies were slick and wet. Rubbing together with a soft, wet sound. “Whisper, whisper, whisper,” skin on skin.
“Where do you want me to cum?” I gasped. I was close. Really close.
“Anywhere!” she yelled. “Anywhere you want! Just cum!”
I came. Deep inside her. Hot and thick. She screamed as I came. “OOHH! UNGHH!” She squeezed me tight with her legs. Her pussy clenched around my cock. Squeezing and pulsing.
We stayed like that for a long time. Just breathing hard. My cock still inside her. Her pussy still tight around me. It felt… amazing. And wrong. But mostly amazing.
After a while, I pulled out. My cock was wet with her juices. And mine. It dripped onto her belly. We were both covered in sweat. And cum.
Mum looked at me. Her eyes were still dark and wide. But now they were… happy. Maybe? Or just… satisfied. She smiled a little. A real smile. Not a sad one.
“Wow,” she said. Just one word. “Wow.”
I smiled back. “Yeah,” I said. “Wow.” It was the only word for it. Wow.