MUM'S STILL GOT IT

Mum and I shared the same birthday, which was quite unusual though on our next birthday, I would be twenty-five and mum would be fifty. The last six years had brought mum and I so close. Our birthday was on the twenty-first of July. It was great as when I was younger it fell during my school holidays. Dad's birthday wasn't until December, so we had a big celebration every July.

We lived comfortably. Dad was nine years older than mum but the love between them was amazing. Mum was five foot eight inches tall; she had a voluptuous body which she kept in amazing condition. We had an indoor pool at home, complete with an exercise room, Jacuzzi and sauna. Every day mum exercised there. Mum was an accountant. After I was born, she set up a small accountancy company which she ran from the house. The local Tax Office, which was good for her and her clients.

I loved my teenage years. I had a wonderful relationship with dad and mum. We were a family in every way. When I was five, mum wanted another child. She had to forgo this, as her business was so busy. Dad had a Professor and Doctor title. He ran the software department of a large bank. He taught me so much programming; I was into gaming programs with exciting graphics but to be used on Android smartphones.

Dad was a colossus in programming. They accepted me at the local university, who had a first-class programming department. I was in no doubt that dad's influence had played a major part in my acceptance. I had helped dad with a one hundred percent secure Android banking app, it impressed him and I earned money from it. The major thing for me was that dad and I could work together.

Then it happened. On the fourteenth of July, dad was in London doing a presentation on my banking app. Dad had flown down. He had left his car in for service, which was now back at the house. Dad was in the back seat of a taxi when the taxi was hit by a drunk driver, doing over a hundred miles per hour. It killed the taxi driver and dad.

I answered the door just after nine. Mum and I had eaten earlier. There were two police officers standing at the door, both with a serious look on their faces. One said, "Is this the residence of Professor Harry Ryan?"

"Yes, it is, I'm his son, Jack. How can I help you?"

They then explained that dad had been in a tragic accident, he and the taxi driver were both dead. Also, the driver of the car that hit them was also dead. As the police officer said, "It's not a pretty sight, but we need you to identify your father's body."

Mum had now appeared, she grasped what was happening, mum said, "Jack, I've had a glass of wine. Will you drive me as I would like to see your father?"

Mum had a shocked look on her face. We then followed the police car to the morgue. Dad was not a pretty sight. Mum and I said our goodbyes there to him. The funeral director then took over. The police doctor had issued the death certificate. Mum was in control, but she looked strained. We got back home, I poured mum a glass of wine, mum said, "What am I going to do? He's the only man I've ever loved. Life without him will be so empty for me."

I was there for mum all the time. The funeral was so busy, everyone was nice. The professor from my department at university spent time with me, inviting me to his office for a coffee before the term started. It was obvious he had a lot of respect for dad. Mum was more than herself now. She was putting a brave face on everything she did. I was spending time on my new game. It took my mind off everything. One night, mum and I were chatting, she had registered some of dad's programmes in Delaware; he paid no sales tax on his sales. Mum had done the same for me.

I started at university; I loved it; I stayed at home, which was good for mum and me. Mum was financially secure, dad had two life insurance policies. Since the funeral, mum had got her lawyers on to the taxi crash. The taxi insurance had made mum an offer, which she accepted. With mum's accountancy company, she was secure and concentrating on her clients.

Mum and I had talked often. I told her that dad had told me about the birds and the bees as he said my life would change at university and I would meet girls. Mum got a surprise when I told her this. She told me that her mum and dad had told her nothing about sex and she and dad had learnt by doing. I was sure that mum and dad had a very active sex life.

It surprised me how open mum was when she asked, "You must give love to girls you date, sex is wonderful but you must love each other. If you're not sure, then walk away from it. Are you a virgin?"

I was embarrassed, but I was honest and said, "Yes mum, I am. I've been too busy working."

The next question surprised me. "What do you do when you're horny?"

I smiled and said, "What do you think I do, mum?"

Mum laughed and said, "Jack, if you meet a nice girl, then bring her home for a glass of wine, I'll soon let you know if she's the girl for you. There's nothing wrong with being horny. I've got to look after myself at least once a day now."

Mum and I left it then, we now got into a routine. When dad was alive, we hadn't? been churchgoers, but not every Sunday. Mum suggested we go on Sunday, that was the start of it. Mum only had her work and looking after me. She seemed to enjoy going to Church; she enjoyed talking with people. Mum had a pleasant voice and was soon asked to join the Church choir. She loved being part of the choir.

I was enjoying university, the first term flew in. I was getting into a routine, too. Next thing, Easter came around. I was good with my hands. There was going to be a charity fashion show for Easter. Jean, who was a model, ran it. Jean was tall and busty. She had been widowed several years ago. Jean looked as though she was in her forties, but she was in her early sixties. She approached me as she had a problem with the catwalk lights and music. I checked it out for her. She had her own iPad, which she wanted to play music from Abba, Bee Gees, Chris de Burgh and Rod Stewart.

I got the lightning working. A member of the congregation was an electrical wholesaler. He was so helpful and donated LED lightning, which gave such a professional look to the catwalk. Jean was getting so excited about the fashion show. I nearly finished my work as the lights worked perfectly. I had to get one hundred minutes of music on her iPad.

Bill, the son of the electrical wholesaler, had helped me put the LED lighting in place. Jean had been with us but then left to speak to a woman she wanted to model for her. Before she left, Jean said, "Jack, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon around four at my house. We can get some music on my iPad. Could you ask your mum if she'd be interested in doing a little modelling for us? Your mother is a good-looking woman. We are two models short. I thought that your mum and I could do some lingerie modelling. I'm sure it would go down well. If she's still in mourning, then it wouldn't be a problem. Jack, could you be a darling and WhatsApp me some pictures of the catwalk when you finish?"

I told her I'd do that and see her around four tomorrow. Jean and I had spent a lot of time over the last ten days together. Planning and arranging the lights had presented problems, but with Bill's dad, it had been sorted. We finished the lighting thirty minutes later. As we tidied up, Bill said, "Jack, juicy Jean is hot for you, you're a lucky guy as she doesn't throw it around a lot. She's very loyal and loving, I know, as I've been fucking her for the last five years. I got engaged five months ago. We had a long chat. Jeans so honest. We'd been together for so long. I was doing her when her husband was still alive. Jack, I see the way she looks at you. Since we split, she's been with no one. You should spend some time with her and get to know her. She loves young cock and she'll take you to places you never knew existed. Don't think of her as an old ride. She's looking for love and affection, and she'll give you all her love if you're loyal to her."

I couldn't believe what Bill was telling me. He had no axe to grind. He was being honest with me. The back garden is where I took the pictures of mum in a bikini. I thought of mum and looked at her gorgeous body as I wanked my big cock. I loved mum's massive tits; they aroused me. Then I thought of Jean. Their bodies were so similar, though mum's was much younger, I replied to Bill, "Bill, thanks for the heads up about Jean, I find her very attractive. Could you tell me why you call her juicy Jean?"

Bill laughed and said, "Jack, Jean has an absolute treasure of a cunt. In no way does she suffer from vaginal dryness, she's always wet. Jean loves to love her lover. Once she crosses the line with you, your sex life will change immediately. Jean loves to be complimented. She loves to be touched and felt. I have said before that she has a very strong sexual appetite. She adores a young cock. Go slowly, treat her with respect and you'll be there quickly. I have got to go now. I'm meeting my fiancé and soon to be my wife."

I took the pictures of the lighting Jean asked me to take. It looked incredible. Bill had put dimmer switches in. The lights gave an excellent experience. I was sure Jean would love it. Mum was in the kitchen preparing dinner when I got home. She had leggings and a top on; she looked great, her tight butt looked amazing. I told her the lights were now working in the Church Hall and looked terrific. I said, "Mum, Jean's short of a couple of models. Would you be interested in modelling some clothes and lingerie?"

Mum didn't reply immediately. She played for time by checking a pot in the oven. She asked me to pour her a glass of wine, one for myself if I wanted. I did this wondering how mum would reply. Her body looked gorgeous. Both she and Jean were natural models. "Jack, it's now nine months since dad died. I'm living as a recluse. I'm loving the choir as it gets me out, but I've no confidence. That was so nice of Jean asking me to help her. Please tell her I will come and support her but I've not got the confidence to take part yet. I'm so happy that you have helped her. The Church brings people together."

"Jack, when your dad was in the taxi coming from the airport, he was massaging me. He was so intimate, telling me what he wanted me to wear for him coming home. What he wanted me to do to him when we got to bed. I had some gorgeous lingerie. There were many wonderful memories for me. I have underwear now, but no lingerie as I threw the lot out. All I have left are the WhatsApp messages from the taxi."

It surprised me mum's honesty. I gave her a hug and said, "Keep the WhatsApp messages, as they are a special memory for you. Mum, you're a very attractive woman. Maybe not now, but one day you should start dating again. You are a wonderful woman who can give so much."

"Jack, my confidence is gone. Your father knew how to love me. That was special and so was your father. Let's eat. I'm so happy you know a little more about me."

We ate, then went to bed. I lay in bed thinking about what I'd write to Jean. I was also happy mum, and I had talked. I sent Jean the following message, "Hi Jean, I hope you enjoyed the video of the new lights. It was difficult to do but now I know I can multi-task with my smartphone. I asked mum if she'd model for you but she's not ready yet, as dad died only nine months ago. Mum's confidence is low, she told me she would support you and attend the fashion show. Jean, I was thinking how much I enjoy working with you, you've so much experience but I feel my young mind can bring fresh ideas to things. You'll love the lighting. Did you get another model? I think we would be pushing it for a lingerie show as well. Playing music from the Abba era is easy, but what music would we play to get the audience in the mood with lingerie? I was thinking Use Me by Bill Withers, I wanna spread the news that it feels so good being used. Just keep using me until you use me up. Bruce Springsteen I'm on Fire could be good too. Looking forward to seeing you at four tomorrow. I hope you enjoy working with me as I enjoy working with you. One last question for tonight. Are you dating anyone at the moment? Regards Jack."

I didn't have to wait. I went to the bathroom and cleaned my teeth. Mum's bedroom door was slightly ajar, which was unusual, as she usually kept it shut. As I climbed into bed, my phone beeped. Jean had replied.

"Jack, thanks so much. The light video looks amazing. We'll find a time when I can bring some clothes with me so we can check out the new lighting. I have another model. She'd be good with lingerie as she's so full busted. Jack, I'm enjoying so much working with you. I'm not dating anyone at the moment. I was in a relationship. It ended five months ago. Can I be honest with you? Let's make a deal. You be honest with me and I'll be honest with you? I am now excited by younger men. My last relationship was with a guy maybe five years older than you. I find you so nice. You're tall and intelligent. I think you could be naughty? I like to be naughty with a younger man. I only ask for loyalty. You will have me exclusively, but I want the same from you. Would you be comfortable with that? How about Je T'aime with Serge Gainsborough and Jane Birkin? You can come earlier tomorrow. I want to cuddle you tomorrow. We can chat, I'm sure that we can work something out. Kisses everywhere, Jean xx."

I thought for a minute, then replied, "Jean, I want to be honest with you. I find you very attractive, but I've no sexual experience at all. I'll be a willing student, but I have had no previous experience. Is that a problem for you? Love Jack xx."

A minute later Jean replied, "No problem Jack, with me, it's all or nothing. We won't rush anything tomorrow. My last boyfriend gave me his virginity, the fun started afterwards. We became complete lovers. I am sure we'll be the same, darling. I won't be wearing much tomorrow. Let me undress you. We can kiss and cuddle listening to music. I love long, intimate foreplay. Tomorrow afternoon we will be as one, we mustn't rush anything. I say goodnight darling, thinking of you is making me so wet. I hope you thinking of me makes you hard? Love Jean xx."

I didn't reply. All I could think of was tomorrow. I went to the bathroom. Mum's bedroom door was still ajar, with her bedside lamp on. I heard an unusual buzzing sound. It took me thirty seconds to work out what it was. There was also a splashing sound. Mum was moaning with pleasure when I grasped she was giving herself relief with a vibrator as she worked her dripping cunt with a dildo. Three minutes later, mum had a powerful orgasm. The bedside lamp went out, and I tiptoed to my bed. I felt a sense of relief and excitement knowing mum had done this.

That afternoon was an incredible introduction to love-making. Jean was a sex machine who was truly loving in her intimate love-making. She was wearing a silk dressing gown when I arrived. She was wearing four-inch heels with a gorgeous red Teddy and self-supporting stockings underneath. The Teddy showed her voluptuous body to perfection. She slowly undressed me. On seeing my massive cock for the first time, she stroked it lovingly and whispered, "Jack, you're massive. I feel so good. Just stroking him is making my pussy so wet. Would you like me to be naked for you?"

I had never tongue kissed before. The way Jean and I were tongue kissing felt so normal and affectionate. There was some pre-cum on my piss slit, which Jean removed with her tongue before she wrapped her lips around the bulbous head of my cock and took my full length into her mouth as she massaged my heavy balls so passionately.

Jean took me to her bed for the next five hours. We made love in so many ways. I had cum four times, Jean, five times. She loved how the head of my cock stimulated her cervix. Jean went on top in the cowgirl position. She gave a wonderful shag. She loved having a cock inside her. We were spooning and loved it when I took her that way. Before I left, I did Jean on all fours on top of the bed. I did her pussy doggy style; she loved it as I fingered her big hard clit as I rode her. As she orgasmed, Jean cried out, "Jack, I love your cock. I love it when you go deep darling, you are the first that's gone so deep."

I got home just after nine. Mum had been at a choir practice for the Easter service and wasn't home yet. I could feel Jean's cunt juice on my thighs, groin and cock. Bill had got it right in calling her juicy Jean. I stripped off my jeans and polo shirt. All I could smell was sex. The shower was open plan, no doors, just a powerful shower with multiple heads and jets. I thought of how good Jean had felt when I'd been inside her. Before I left, I said thank you so much to Jean, "When I am with you, I feel very comfortable, I'll be more relaxed tomorrow."

We had kissed, Jean said, "I'll message you when you can come over. I feel so good being with you Jack, we are a perfect fit."

I had applied lots of shower gel to my body. My cock wasn't flaccid. He wasn't stiff, but sticking out straight as I lathered him. As I rinsed him, out of the corner of my eye, I saw mum standing in the bathroom's doorway. Her eyes were fixated on my cock and balls. I hadn't closed the door; I hadn't cared. The smell of sex was what I wanted away.

As I pulled my foreskin back, I got more gel on the head of my cock. I washed the bulbous head of my cock; I took my time. Mum had a perfect view of my cock. I could look in the bathroom mirror and watch her admire my cock. Two minutes later, she was gone. I got out of the shower, dried myself, then dressed, and went to the kitchen where mum was making supper.

"Jack, I had a wonderful evening at the choir practice. Will you come to the Easter service on Easter Sunday? I felt so relaxed with myself this evening."

"Of course I will mum, I'm just home and had a shower. The catwalk is now finished, and it's looking good."

That night, mum's bedroom door was open wider than normal. She brought herself off again. The fashion show was a terrific success. It filled the Church Hall to capacity. I had a little table at the back of the hall where I controlled the music. Jean was so happy with the way it went. Mum's singing was excellent. She showed how happy she was doing it.

That summer, I submitted my first game. It surprised me how popular it was when it was released in October for the Christmas market. We didn't celebrate our birthday again. Mum wasn't ready for it yet. I was seeing Jean at every opportunity. Mum did not know about Jean and I but it impressed her with the money which was coming in.

We didn't celebrate the following year, but I changed the software mum was using in her company. That was tough switching my time with mum's software and looking after Jean's hungry needs. Everything worked for Mum. The new software made her work so much easier. I was looking forward to going into my final year in September and had worked on my second game, it was going well for me.

In August, Jean's daughter Kay, got pregnant. She was thirty-five, Jean was over the moon as she had wanted a grandchild for so long. Jim, Kay's partner, was a vet. He wanted to marry Kay, which they did in March four weeks before the baby was born. Kay lived a two-hour drive from Jean.

Jean was very open about it. She wanted to spend time with her grandson. We saw each other when we could. We were both still hot for each other, but we both knew the relationship was ending, we were still having sex. At Easter there was no fashion show. Jean was with her grandson. She adored him. She was now staying with Kay; Kay was helping her husband in his practice.

Mum sang with the choir, she just got better and better. I noticed a guy hanging around the choir. He was giving mum a lot of attention. Easter was late this year, it fell in the last week of April. My finals started on the second week of May. I was so confident as my second game had doubled the sales of the first game. Mum was happy with the money I was making.One night over dinner before Easter, mum said, "Jack, should I have my hair styled and highlighted? I've a couple of grey hairs appearing and I don't like it."

"Mum, do it. When was the last time you were at a hairdresser? You'll look gorgeous when it's highlighted. Go for it."

"If I'm honest, I want to look good for you. I want to tell you, through the choir, I've met a guy, we write online, he's unhappily married. I haven't dated him yet as I want to make sure he's the right man for me. I can't visit him and I don't want to use a hotel. He wants to come to the house. Maybe the first couple of times it might be better if you're not here. Would you be comfortable if I invited him over here?"

"Mum, I don't like the sound of him being unhappily married. How old is he? What's his name? What's his profession? Did you meet him at the Church? Mum, tell me all you can as I want this to be right for you?"

"Jack, I want it to be right too. I'm getting to the stage that I need a man so badly. I was so lucky having your dad. His name is Tom Gibson. He's fifteen years older than me. I met him on a Christian website where adults can chat about what they enjoy. I'll tell you more about that later. He's also a member of our Church. He'll be at the Easter Service. I will point him out to you there."

I wondered now why mum had said they write online and they'd met through the choir. I didn't say anymore and helped mum clear the kitchen. Before I went to bed, I asked mum if she'd had a picture of him. It surprised mum when I asked for this. She told me she'd get one for me. Looking forward to the Easter Service tomorrow morning, I went to my bed. I was so curious; I sent a WhatsApp message to Jean.

"Hi Jean, I have just had a chat with mum, I'm worried about her. She's met a guy, his name is Tom Gibson, he's fifteen years older than mum. He's unhappily married. I don't have a good feeling about this. Do you know anything about this guy? I miss you. Love Jack xx."

I didn't have to wait long. Jean phoned me back a minute later, "Hi Jack, I'm babysitting, and the baby is fast asleep in his cot. Kay and her husband have gone out for a pizza. Jack, I don't know how your mum swings, but Tom looks after submissive women. Women who like to be spanked which is one of his specialities. He's in a shit marriage. His wife is hot, but he doesn't have sex with her as he finds her boring. You know her, she's in her late forties and modelled for us at the fashion shows. Her name is Sal. I thought that she'd be good for you. She'd love your monster cock. Your mum shouldn't have anything to do with Tom. He's on a Christian website. Did they meet there?"

"I think so Jean, do you have a link for it? She has a model's body, she's lovely. I'd be interested in her. You know I've been loyal to you since we met, though I could look after both of you when you visit?"

"Jack, I've never done a threesome, but I'd do one with you and Sal. I'll message you the link. Do you have Sal's smartphone number? She's finished with Tom. He got to the stage he could only bring himself off when he was giving her serious pain. I was speaking with Sal last week. She'd been dating a married man, but he died three months ago. I told her about you. She's interested. Tell her Tom is sniffing around your mum. Sal will give you the best advice. She's the Director of Social Services in the Council. She's dealing with this type of stuff every day and she knows Tom inside out. Your mum should keep her distance from Tom, that could end in tears. I will send the link now and Sal's mobile number. Jack, keep me updated on this. I miss you too."

Jean's message arrived seconds later. I already had Sal's smartphone number, so I checked the Christian website. I soon found Tom's corner, when I saw it, I knew he wasn't for mum. There was a picture of him with a mask on, bringing a busty woman with a lead and collar on as he hit her G-stringed butt with a riding crop. I thought, oh fuck no, as I sent Sal a message asking if I could call her. A minute later, my phone rang. It was Sal. I then explained what was happening with her husband and mum.

I spoke for at least fifteen minutes. She knew about dad's untimely death. I told her that mum and were close but since dad had died, mum had become reclusive. Sal was a superb listener. She didn't ask one question, but listened to everything I said.

"How long has your mum known my husband? Are they dating yet?"

I replied, "I don't know how long, mum's singing in the Easter Service tomorrow and I think he'll be in the Church. Mum asked me tonight if she could bring him home one evening with her. He was unhappily married and couldn't take her to his home and mum didn't want to use a hotel. Sal, what can I do?"

"Jack, he preys on vulnerable women. Most women are naturally submissive, they love to be submissive and give their partner's pleasure. What time is the Service tomorrow morning? I will be there and sit with you. He will see me and that will scare him. You have developed into a big man Jack, if he sees me with you, he will think he would be better not having anything to do with your mum. I know too much about him. He has several women he sees, he charges them for his services. Everything is consensual so he's safe to do his dirty things with them. He's not interested in giving them pleasure, he just wants to get himself off and he does that by giving pain to his consensual partners. Your mum should have nothing to do with him."

"Eleven o'clock. If I'm there first, come and sit with me. Should I say to mum that I don't think he's the right person for her?"

"Jack, you're the most important man in your mum's life. Are you affectionate with your mum?"

"We were before dad died but after that we never cuddle. Our birthday is on the same day. Dad died a week before our birthday. We haven't celebrated a birthday since he died. I'm still living with Mum. I'll graduate in the summer but I'll keep on living at home so I'm there for mum."

"Give her regular cuddles. She'll appreciate that. Compliment her on her dress and appearance. Suggest you take her for lunch after the Service tomorrow. Ask her to do things for you. If she does them, then treat her with respect, as that could be a great way to show that being a sub creates respect. Tom will get the surprise of his life when he sees me there tomorrow. Jack, play it by ear, but make sure your mum knows that you're not happy about Tom. You can call me anytime. We should hook up for some fun soon. I have a lovely apartment we can use, or can you bring me home?"

I told Sal we'd sort something out, and I'd see her in Church tomorrow. Next morning, mum was up early. She showered before nine. I made her a coffee, which I took to her bedroom, where she was putting on her makeup. I said, "Mum, after the Service let's go for lunch. We haven't eaten out for ages. Would you like to do that?"

"I'd love that Jack, it's a great idea. I want to be at the Church at ten-fifteen. Will you make sure you're there for eleven?"

"I'll be there mum; I've been doing a bit of research on Tom. I don't have a good feeling about him. We can talk about that later. Your hair is gorgeous. You look great."

"Jack, I'm not sure myself, but he was the only one paying any interest in me. He's older. I was thinking he could be a father figure. We'll talk later. Let me put on my jacket and let me know what you think?"

It was just before ten. I could see mum was nervous to get to the church. She looked fantastic in her blouse, jacket, and skirt. We smiled at each other. I took her in my arms; we cuddled. It tempted me to kiss her, but her makeup was l perfect. I said, "Mum, you look and smell amazing. We are going for lunch and I am happy about it. I will shower now so I'll be at the Church early. You look gorgeous."

Mum was happy. She did a little twirl, as she did it, she pushed her massive tits out. They looked incredible. Mum asked, "Do I look good?"

"Mum, you look incredible, you have a gorgeous body. Can I ask you to do something for me?"

"Of course, darling, I'll do anything that you want?"

"Mum, when you are singing, stick your tits out like you just did for me. They looked incredible. It will be our secret."

Mum smiled. She didn't reply. Thirty seconds later, she was gone. I booked a table for two for lunch, showered, then left for the Church. I had a great feeling.

I arrived at the Church at ten to eleven, same time as Sal. When I saw her, she looked gorgeous and oozed sex. We greeted each other with a lingering cuddle, then went into the Church which, apart from mum and the choir, was quiet. The organist was checking the organ and when mum caught sight of me; she gave me gave a big smile which it thrilled me. I smiled back. The choir was standing to the right of the altar, facing the congregation with several microphones in position. Mum looked fantastic. She also looked happy.

The church filled up a couple of minutes before the service began. Sal whispered, "That's the asshole two seats in front on the left."

I looked over. He didn't impress me with what I saw; I saw an older man with obvious hair colouring, about five foot seven or eight. The first thing I thought was that Mum couldn't wear the heels she loved. Otherwise, he'd look insignificant beside her. I wondered if he had a monster cock, as there was nothing appealing about him. The choir stood up for the opening hymn. Mum had an expressionless look on her face as she pushed her massive tits out. She smiled. I smiled back as I felt my cock stiffen.

The service continued. The eye contact between mum and me was intense but subtle. This continued until the sermon when Sal, who was sitting on my left, leaned into me allowing her massive right tit to push against my left arm, (it felt so good) and whispered, "Jack, in this church, your mum only has eyes for one person and that's you. Her eyes sparkle when she looks at you and I don't think she's looked at Tom once. This could be risky. Mmnn, the muscles in your arm feel so tight and firm."

The sermon was so boring, I whispered back, "What's risky about it? I don't see any future with mum and Tom and I'd do anything to stop that."

Thankfully, everyone's thoughts were everywhere, especially during the sermon. "Sal, how can it be risky? I only want to help my mum." Sal put her mouth very close to my ear, I could feel the warmth of her breath, "Your mum wants fucked and she wants you to fuck her, that's so obvious. Can you handle the incest aspect of having sex with your mum?"

I realised then that I wanted sex with mum, no I'll change that. I wanted to make love to mum, I whispered back, "Sal, it would be consensual. There is no problem with it. I don't want to fuck her. I want to make love to her."

Sal whispered back, "She's so lucky. This could work out for both of you. Rush nothing. Take her for lunch and flirt with her. I'm sure she'll respond. Thank fuck that sermon is finishing."

As the sermon finished, the choir stood and sang. Mum was wearing three-inch heels and I couldn't help thinking about her long legs underneath her skirt. Mum was stealing glances with me as the service continued. She had never winked, but she was maintaining eye contact. When the choir was finished and seated, mum slowly applied lip balm to her lips sexually, with her tongue coming out of her mouth, showing an inch of tongue, then pulling it back into her mouth.

The last prayers were said, the choir sang as the priest left the altar. Sal leaned over and whispered, "I'll leave now. You stay until your mum leaves, then walk with her. I'll be outside watching Tom; he has no chance with your mother. I will watch him and message you what he does. Good luck Jack, I'll be in touch. I hope it works out for you."

The church wasn't that busy; it emptied quickly. As mum walked down the aisle, she smiled at me. I was sure she pushed her tits out as she smiled. Mum was doing her model's walk. She looked fantastic. I gave her a hug and whispered, "You looked great mum, I've booked a table for two at the hotel. I walked here, we can drive home, then walk to the hotel. That will allow us to have wine with the meal?"

As mum fumbled for her car keys she said, "We haven't been out for so long. I'm glad you booked the hotel. I love their Sunday Roast. You drive the car home and I'll run in and freshen up. Jack, you were the best-looking man in the Church, you have filled out beautifully. Open the car door for me and be a gentleman."

I smiled as I opened the passenger door. Mum got into the seat gracefully. However, her skirt slid up her thighs at least five inches, displaying the tops of her self-supporting stockings and her beautiful thighs. They looked incredible. As I got into the driver's seat, I said, "Mum, it's been a long time since I've seen your thighs. They're still gorgeous."

"I'm still swimming every day and my body benefits from that. We should get into a routine of swimming, especially when you leave university. OK, let me run to my room and freshen up. Wait for me in the lounge, darling."

I went into the kitchen and checked the fridge. Amongst the white wine, there were two bottles of Champagne. I was thinking we'd have some after lunch. Mum came into the lounge a couple of minutes later. She had changed, still wearing a jacket, blouse and skirt, but this one was more risqué.

As I took mum in my arms, I could smell her perfume. When I smelt it, I said, "Thanks mum, I love this perfume, that was so thoughtful of you putting it on for me."

Mum pulled me closer to her and said, "Thoughtful. What a lovely way of saying you like something. I'll wear it for you every day."

"Thanks mum, I'd like that. Thoughtful, caring and helpful are all words that I like. They can make a big difference. We'd better go. I've only had a coffee for breakfast. I love how you are dressed, mum; have you been shopping?"

"I needed to update my wardrobe. I've been a hermit for too long." Mum said, then asked, "I saw Sal sitting beside you at church. How did that happen?"

Mum's question surprised me. I didn't want to involve Jean directly. I replied, "I've known Sal for years with the fashion show. I've also done some work on her Internet connection. Her marriage wasn't good. I told her you were thinking of dating Tom. She said that Tom wasn't for you. I also told her that Tom would be in church for the service. It was Sal that suggested we sit together as Tom would see us and that would scare him off, as Sal knew so much about him."

Mum smiled and said, "That was very thoughtful of both Sal and you Jack, I won't be dating Tom, I saw him in church and realised he wasn't the one for me. I may have been a little stupid there, as he was the first man to show any interest in me in years. I'm hungry too. Let's eat."

We arrived at the hotel, the owner and manager were standing in the foyer and both shook our hands. We had been regular customers when dad was alive and we had held his funeral lunch in the hotel. The warm welcome we received impressed me, especially when two glasses of Champagne were brought to the table with the owner's compliments.

We both went for Roast Beef. The Champagne was excellent; it was their house, Champagne; we stuck with it. I was thinking of how I could get mum talking about dad's WhatsApp messages as I thought that may be the way to find out more about her but it didn't happen. The lunch was excellent, mum and I both enjoyed it. Mum joked and said, "Jack, would you like me to pay for this?"

I laughed and said, "It's ok mum, as if you didn't know, I have a little money and you're my date today."

The restaurant was emptying. It had been a long time since I'd seen mum so relaxed. I was so happy I'd contacted Jean and Sal last night and relieved that mum wouldn't be dating Tom. When they brought the bill, mum said, "Book a table for next weekend. We'll do this again. I've enjoyed every minute."

I booked the table; we walked home, and I thought, I've held mum, she's pulled me close as we held each other. I had wanted to kiss her but didn't, as I was scared in case she rejected me. How could I move this to the next level? I wanted it, but did mum? This was the problem I had. As we walked home, mum changed everything when she asked, "Did Sal say why Tom wasn't for me?"

When mum asked this, I wondered how I should reply as this could be the turning point I needed. I took a deep breath and said, "Mum, can we talk as two adults as this conversation will not be the faint-hearted?"

"Jack, of course, please treat me as an adult. I will always treat you as an adult, but please be honest with me."

We were now in the house's driveway. I put my hand on mum's waist and said, "Tom, for years, has been on the lookout for vulnerable submissive women. He has several that he visits. I am talking about women who love to be dominated. Tom begins with spanking them, as they suck his cock, but Tom needs more. He's not interested in these women's needs or desires. He needs them to get himself off. Without these women, he can't cum. He introduces a riding crop, then the submissive women is subject to actual pain, and that's the only way Tom can get off. Sal soon realised this was not what she wanted. Tom relies on everything being consensual, which ensures he gets away with it."

We had reached the front door of the house. As I opened the door, mum said, "This is scary, that's a lot to grasp Jack. I need a drink. I'd also like to change out of this suit as it feels so comfortable. At your graduation, I would love to wear it. The lounge is where I will meet you. You dress casually too, as I want this Tom business out of the way."

"Maybe better mum that we talk about it, there's chilled Champagne in the fridge, we can stick with that."

I was excited that mum had asked about Tom. I had been honest with her and her reaction and facial expressions told me she was taking this seriously. I got out of my blazer and flannels; I put on a T-shirt and tracksuit bottom, I then got the Champagne, put it in a cooler on a tray with two glasses and went to the lounge.

I was sitting on the sofa when mum came into the lounge. She had put on more perfume as I smelt her first. It surprised me how she was dressed. She too was wearing a T-shirt but with no bra. As she walked in, her massive tits wobbled beautifully. She was wearing Calvin Klein yoga shorts, which showed her Camel's Toe to perfection. Her sex slit was impressive, with thick cunt flaps. Mum smiled and said, "You look so athletic, Jack, pop the cork in the Champagne. I need a drink."

As I poured the Champagne, I controlled myself and didn't say, push your big melons out now, mum. I took a serious approach and said, "Mum, how did you hook up with Tom?"

Mum took her Champagne. We clicked our glasses and said cheers. Mum said, "The choir was wonderful for me Jack, my life comprised working and looking after you after dad died. The choir got me out, it got me meeting and talking to people. I looked forward to every choir meeting I went to. About a year ago, I met a woman called Carol. Though older than me, she was a widow like me. She told me about this Christian Website she was on and had met a guy, they hit it off. Soon, they were seeing each other and enjoying life. Carol moved in with him. They both didn't want to marry; they are so happy together."

"I put a profile on the site. Carol helped me with this. I didn't put any pictures just that I was a widow, worked and was looking for a man to get to know and enjoy life with again. On Carol's suggestion, I also added that I was open-minded, which I am. I got a reply from Tom. He was a lot older than me, which was not a problem for me. He told me he was in a loveless marriage and financially he couldn't get out of it."

"I did the initial contact on the website, then Tom suggested we email or WhatsApp each other. We got into a routine, every morning, a good morning message. Every night, a good night message. I soon looked forward to these messages. It was my only contact with a man. Tom sent me pictures of himself and asked for pictures of me. He wasn't rushing. He was being nice and polite every day. I wondered if he maybe was too old for sex. Jack, does it surprise you I was interested in sex?"

I thought for a while, then said, "Mum, you are a normal, attractive woman. I understand you have needs and desires. How long did this go on for?"

"Three months, we exchanged face pictures. He sent me some selfies of him standing in the bathroom, then asked me for a tit picture. I sent him one of my covered breasts, though I pushed them out for the picture. He told me he loved big tits. He was so flattering and respective. Four weeks ago, one evening I got my first dirty one. Jack, this gets dirty now. Are you comfortable with that?"

"Of course, mum, I can handle it. Can I ask how dirty it got?"

"Darling, very but I want to tell you about it then you'll understand me better. The other thing I want you to appreciate is your dad, and I had an exciting and varied sex life. It did not scare us to try new things that would give us more fun in bed. What I'll tell you is intimate and personal. As I tell you how things developed with Tom, you'll understand how things were with dad and I."

"Mum, thanks for trusting me. It will be our secret."

"The message was short and direct. He asked, 'Do you suck cock?' I replied, 'I love to suck and swallow.' He replied, 'Do you like being a naughty girl?' I replied, 'I love my face and tits squirted on with fresh cum. After I make you cum, would you like me to lick your cock clean?'

I interrupted mum then and said as I looked directly, "I love to suck a clit and swallow. I think we both like to give pleasure."

"Long time since I had that. I loved it a lot. I'm definitely a giver. I love to give pleasure in every way I can. His next message read, 'You can be naughty. When you're very naughty, do you enjoy a nice spanking? I can assure you I am very good at it and will give you lots of pain and pleasure.'

"Jack, this is the important bit now. I enjoy being spanked, I replied to Tom telling him I loved a nice spanking, and I also had a spatula which I loved to be used on my big hard clitoris as I sucked cock. Tom got very excited when I wrote this. He started sending me dick pictures then. They didn't excite me at all. Tom was then desperate for a meeting. The first time I saw him was at the church service. I only looked at him once, the rest of the time I was looking at you. I've tried to be honest with you. Now you know your mum is a pretty complex woman. Have you any thoughts on where you want to go from here?"

I sat there not knowing what to say, trying to hide the massive bulge of my stiff cock that was growing in my tracksuit bottoms. I cuddled Mum. She was pulling me closer to her. My right hand cupped her massive left tit. It felt incredible. Her hard nipple pressing against the palm of my hand. Our mouths were inches apart. I whispered, "Mum, I love big tits too and yours are gorgeous. Can I kiss mummy now?"

As our tongues intertwined in our mouths, mum said, "Of course we can, but keep playing with mum's tits as you are making her pussy so wet."

"I like that mum, let me take your T-shirt off then I can play with those gorgeous big girls you have got?"

"Of course you can, darling, or should we go to bed? We can get naked there and mummy will spread her legs wide for you? Darling, I need cock. Let me be more specific. I need your cock and I need it now. We can do all the naughty things later."

The Champagne bottle was empty. Mum took her T-shirt off. Her massive tits looked so good, her butt wiggled beautifully as she walked to her bedroom. I took my T-shirt off and left it beside mums on the lounge carpet. My cock was so hard. Mum was arousing me and she was arousing me so easily. I had the feeling that I wanted to take time with mum, but she was so horny, she just needed fucked.

I took mum in my arms at the side of her bed. We tongue kissed lovingly for several minutes and I fondled mum's massive tits as we kissed. She loved it when I squeezed her hard nipples. My kissing and touching was arousing mum. I then put my two hands inside the waistband of her Calvin Klein pants. With a very slick motion, they were now at mum's ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them away. I said, "Mum, lie on top of the bed. I'll get naked too."

I pulled my tracksuit bottoms off. My stiff cock looked impressive, although mum didn't see it, as she was positioning herself on top of the bed. We were both now naked. I lay mum on the bed; we kissed again. Mum's sex slit looked gorgeous in her Calvin Klein pants but out in the raw, it was stunningly beautiful, smooth and swollen. Mum's thick cunt flaps looked so inviting. As we kissed, I slipped my hand between mum's thighs. Mum was trying to suck the tongue out of my mouth as she spread her legs wide for me.

We were both kissing with so much passion, mum gasped as I slid two long thick fingers inside her soaked pussy. Mum tightened her strong cunt muscles around my fingers. It felt incredible. I then got myself into a position that would allow us to 69. As I spread mum's cunt flaps open, out popped a huge hooded clit. As mum pushed her pussy against my mouth, I teased it with my tongue. I continued to tease mum's clit with my tongue, but in between times I was nibbling the insides of her gorgeous cunt flaps as I slid two fingers in and out of her wet cunt. I wasn't rushing. I wanted to give her wonderful oral. I could feel mum's hands fondling my stiff cock, she wasn't rushing either, as she caressed my balls she said, "Jack, your cock is fantastic, just looking at it makes me wet, he's so thick and long. Your balls feel so heavy. Do you have a lot of lovely spunk you can shoot inside, mummy? This feels so good. I love how you're sucking my clit. Mummy is going to suck your big stiff cock now. Enjoy darling."

For the next fifteen minutes, we engaged in intensive oral. It was amazing. Mum and I were both givers, we were both giving our best. As I sucked mum's clit, I was finger fucking her with three fingers. Mum had adjusted her hips and was taking my fingers deep. Then out of nowhere my mouth was flooded with mum's cum. There was so much I had to swallow some. Mum's pussy was slamming against my mouth as she cried out, "I'm cumming."

It took mum a minute to compose herself. I was relentless and kept sucking on her big, hard clit. Mum was no longer sucking my balls sensually. My mouth was full of mum's cum. I came off her clit; we were looking at each other in the eyes. I stuck my tongue out. Mum saw the huge blob of fresh cum on my tongue and pulled me close to her so we could cum kiss.

For the next ten minutes that's what we did, mum's tongue busily transferring her cum from my mouth to hers. Mum's eyes were sparkling as she did this. It all felt so loving. Mum then laid me on the bed and squatted over me, gripping my cock at the base. She ran the bulbous head of my cock up and down her gorgeous, wet and long sex slit. It felt so good.

I loved how mum's massive tits were wobbling as she stroked her cunt with the head of my cock. Mum then placed the head of my cock in the middle of her sex slit and as she pushed down, mum said, "This feels so good Jack, I'll go easy until I get used to this big boy, my pussy has never felt so stretched in my life, it's a lovely feeling, let me get a nice rhythm going for you. You can play with my tits as I ride you."

Mum soon had an incredible rhythm going. Mum was very good and a gripper, knowing exactly when to grip. She was arching her back, taking me deeper and said, "Jack, this is fantastic. The head of your cock is hitting my cervix. I can't wait to feel you spurt against my cervix. Darling, how's it for you? Can mummy do anything to make it better for you?"

I was loving what mum was doing. Everything felt so good. Mum's tempo was excellent. I loved it when her cunt flaps were tight around the base of my cock. I then started fingering mum's clit. She loved that and started riding me faster and harder. Mum had been on top of me for over twenty minutes now. As my fingers got more intimate with her clit, she moved up a gear. I was close and so was she.Darling, I love what you are doing to me. I'm so close. I love how you are hitting my cervix. Would you like me to massage your balls as I ride you? Let me put my hand down and do it. Darling, cum for me, this is our first time, let's make it special. Cum for mummy."

We both climaxed within seconds of each other. We both had powerful orgasms. Mum's body was shaking. When we had composed ourselves, mum leaned down, and we kissed lovingly for several minutes. Mum said, "I feel good, Jack. I needed that; it's been a long time. We have crossed the line now, but I'm comfortable with it. How do you feel?"

I pulled mum close and said, "I'm glad we've done it mum, it will only get better now. I enjoy being with you."

We kissed again. Mum was doing amazing things with her tongue. She said, "The wonder of youth, you are so stiff Jack, let's do it again, but this time take me doggy style as I want you deep."

That was the start of a wonderful relationship. I moved into mum's bed, and we were soon had a fantastic routine. When I was at university, and mum was working, we made love every morning. Things were great, we even took holidays together. I got through university and was still with Mum. She was giving me everything I needed.

I read the intimation in the newspaper that Tom had died. I told mum about it one night just before she orgasmed. Later, when we were having pillow talk and feeling each other, mum said, "Jack, we should go to the funeral. Sal is nice and the way she was looking at you in church, I'm sure she's interested in you. I have a secret which I've never told you. It would make me so horny if I watched you fuck another woman. Would you be comfortable doing that for mummy?"

I felt my cock stiffen as mum said this. She was going to be fucked again tonight. I replied, "I don't have a problem with that, but let us play it as it comes at the funeral."

We arrived at the funeral and sat beside Sal, who was pleased to see us. She hugged and cheek kissed both of us. Sal took her time doing this. There were four women in the church, all sitting separately. For a Saturday morning Service, we were the total congregation. There was no organist, and the Priest was using recorded music. I was thinking these must be the submissive women that Tom looked after.

The tallest of the four subs turned around, perhaps, to see who was in the church. I recognised her immediately, it was Mrs Butler, one of my best teachers from school. Her full name was Bertha Butler, but was called Big Bertha because of her voluptuous body. My initial thought was, what the fuck is she doing here? She can't be a sub, then could she be a sub? She smiled, and I smiled back.

Mrs Butler was the best Maths teacher at school, I was excellent at Maths, I wasn't in her class in the first year, but from my second year to my final year, she was my Maths teacher. Mrs Butler had a passion for Maths. She was a first-class communicator; her listening skills were excellent. She was friendly but in a controlling manner, bordering on domination. The thought hit me. In her public life, she was dominant. Perhaps in her private life, she was submissive? A few years ago, I met her and her husband in the supermarket, she introduced me to him as being her best pupil. He was a lot older than her and used a walking stick. It was obvious she wasn't getting anything from him.

Four times Mrs Butler turned and looked at me, giving a smile every time, I returned the smiles and then gave her a wink. Amazingly, she returned the wink. Mum leaned over and whispered, "Who's that lady that is smiling at you? She looks very nice."

"That's Mrs Butler, my favourite Maths teacher. Would you like to watch me fuck her?"

The service finished, the priest acknowledged Sal as he left the altar. First to leave was an older busty woman who I'd seen around town. Her clothes were expensive, and she was dripping in jewellery. I had seen her drive a Mercedes SL convertible around town, usually with a teenage boy in the car. I don't know why, but I got a smile from her as she passed by. The other two ladies you wouldn't give a second glance to, they were respectable, but if they were at a dance, they wouldn't be dancing much.   

Mrs Butler then left. We were standing in our pews waiting to follow her. She smiled at me again. Mum, Sal, and I followed her out of the church. Her butt looked superb, Mrs Butler had and still had a very sexy walk. We got outside; I saw the silver Mercedes pull away. She smiled at me again. Mrs Butler turned around, she saw me and said, "Hello Jack, what a pleasant surprise to see you. How are you?" 

"Hello Mrs Butler, how are you? Are you still teaching?"  

"Sadly, my husband passed away in July. That was a dreadful time. My husband was a professor. He had written several books which were accepted in schools around the world. Was it three years ago we met at the supermarket? You have filled out a lot since then. I stopped teaching three months after we met to care for my husband. That was a difficult time for me. I wanted to come to your father's funeral, but David was not well. Tell me about yourself. I hear you have been successful in writing games?" 

I smiled and said, "I'm sorry to hear your husband died. Do you have children? Your husband seemed a nice man when we met. You were a wonderful teacher, Mrs Butler. Do you miss it?"

"Jack, please call me Bertha. Mrs Butler makes me feel old. No, sadly, we didn't have children. David was older than me. He was my professor at the university, a bachelor who enjoyed life. We had a brief fling in my final year. It was a meeting of minds rather than bodies. We married as I wanted to get my career started. I went on the pill and got heavily involved in my work, which I loved. As David got older, the novelty of a young busty wife wore off and our sex life became non-existent. David left me a lot of money; I don't need to work. I've thought a lot about going back, but I don't want the stress of it all now. Was that Tom's wife that was sitting beside you?" 

"Thanks Bertha, you were the best teacher I ever had, loved every lesson you gave me. I think you would have been a wonderful mother. May I ask how old you are? Yes, that's Tom's wife Sal, she's lovely."

"Thank you Jack, I've just turned thirty-nine, I didn't know her name was Sal, I've never met her, but I heard Tom was in a sexless marriage, she looks lovely to me, how did you meet her?"  

"It was through the church. There was a charity fashion show. The lights and audio in the church hall were dreadful. I sorted them out and helped run them at the show. Sal was a model. I also helped her with an Internet connection. Bertha, you could have been a model, too. How did you meet Tom?" 

"My figure has held up well, thank you. I've never modelled before; I wouldn't know where to start. Tom and I met on a Christian Website. I was going through a dreadful time with David. Tom offered a counselling service, which I believed would help me. We wrote online, so he understood the problems I was having. I only met him twice before David died and three times afterwards, every time we met, he gave me excellent relief. I got an email shortly after our last meeting telling me he had a terminal illness and wouldn't be able to see me again. Jack, are you dating anyone?"  

I knew now that Bertha was a sub. Her tits looked incredible. She had a gorgeous body and was an attractive woman. Why was she asking if I was dating? Was she interested in me? I remembered in my final year at school; it was just before the finals. I had a couple of problems and Bertha had given me her mobile number in case I had a problem while I was studying. The number was still in my possession. Mum and Sal were chatting away, making lots of hand signals and pushing their tits out for the other to admire.

"Dad's death was a great shock for both mum and I. I've been helping mum out a lot around the house. I don't socialise a lot, I'm not dating anyone, what about you? You are a very attractive woman?"  

Then Bertha pushed her massive tits out. She smiled and said, "I'm like you. I hardly ever go out socially. It's years since I was last out for a meal. That's nice that you look after your mum. I'm not dating anyone, most people I meet are married or have a partner. I just stay at home and grow old gracefully." 

I took the initiative and said, "Bertha, do you still have the same mobile number you gave me years ago?" 

"Yes, I have, though my phone is now the latest iPhone. Jack, you are the only pupil I ever gave my mobile number too, I never gave my house number out as one call and David would have been accusing me of fucking my pupils at the end he was so possessive, I had to be so careful. Call or message me anytime, I'm on WhatsApp."  

"There were a lot of boys at school who would have loved to fuck you. A question, are you comfortable with a younger man?"  

"Yes, especially if they are good at Maths but they must be in control, I loved to be told what to do and if I'm naughty, I love to be punished, there's a few kinks in me Jack but I know how to give pleasure. I have never been with a younger man, message me and I'll tell you about myself." 

I leaned over and whispered, "Push your big tits out for me."  

Bertha did as she was told, her tits looked massive. I knew I would have fun with Bertha, I said, "Thank you, they look incredible. I must go now as mum wants me to drive her to the Garden Centre. Let's write, then we can meet for a glass of wine."  

We shook hands, then Bertha left. I went over to mum and Sal, I knew it would happen soon, Sal said, "Jill's invited me over for dinner tonight as I must pack, I'm visiting my sister, I'll be back next week and I'll give Jill a call, I'm so looking forward to it and I'll stay the night."

We all kissed, then Sal left, mum got in the car and said, "Don't forget, I need to go to the Garden centre. How did you get on with the teacher? She likes you, the look in her eyes when she looked at you said so much. Sal doesn't know much about her as she thinks that's she's quite new. Did you notice the older lady with the big tits dripping with diamonds? That's Su Reid, she's a hot widow and runs the biggest company in the area. She's hot for you too Jack, the waves and smiles told me a lot. I would love to get her business. If you ever see her, she's interested." 

We arrived at the Garden Centre, mum had ordered two plants, she went off to collect them, I stayed in the car. A minute later a silver Mercedes pulled in next to me, a teenager got out of the car and there was Su sitting in her car with the roof off next to me. She smiled at me as I got out of the car, I stood beside her car. As she lowered the window on her driver's door, I said, "Hi, I'm Jack Ryan, I'd love to chat with you?"

She smiled at me and said, as she opened her handbag, "My grandson is with me, they do a good ice cream here, he'll be back in a minute. I don't like my daughter knowing anything about my private life. I like the look of you, you're pleasing to my eyes. This is my card, my mobile number is best for call or messages, I see him moving towards the door." 

The card was in my pocket and I was in the car when the grandson came out with mum shortly afterwards. I helped mum put the plants in the car. As Su drove off, I got a smile from her. I showed mum the card and explained how I got it, she found it hard to grasp that I had it at all. Mum smiled and said, "We go to a funeral and you hook up with two subs and we have Sal for later. I'm enjoying life."  

We got home, mum planted the two plants then went for a shower. First, I messaged Su. I was straight to the point. I wrote, "Hi Su, great meeting you. I've a couple of questions, let me tell you first, I find you very attractive. I have no problem with the difference in our ages. I am single and live with my widowed mum, helping her around the house as much as I can. Good sex and giving my partner pleasure in any way she wants is what I enjoy. Are you married? When was your last relationship? What qualities would you like your partner to have? I can be available any time you want. Let's chat and get to know each other. Regards Jack."   

I then sent Bertha a message, it read, "Hi Bertha, so good we met today. I enjoyed talking with you so much. You are open-minded and honest. I would love to know about the kinks inside your head and how we can share them. Thank you for pushing your beautiful big tits out today, I can't wait to suck and play with them. I can be available any time you want. Let's write or chat and get to know each other. I would love a tit picture, will you send me some? One question, when were you last fucked? Great meeting you again today, Jack."  

Mum wanted fucked before dinner. She was hot; I didn't tell her, but I'd the feeling mum would watch me fuck a lot of women. After dinner we watched television, as usual, both of us naked, touching and feeling each other as we watched, my phone beeped, I wondered who had replied; it was Bertha.  

There were six tit pictures, what a body Bertha had, they were body pictures, no face was visible. There was also a pussy picture, it was gorgeous, smooth and swollen with thick cunt flaps. Bertha had spread her cunt lips open with two fingers, her clit was huge and looked so suckable. Bertha was a very sexy woman. Her message touched me. It read.  

"Jack, I want to be honest with you. I've known you a long time and I like you as a person. I'm a very loving woman, but I've been neglected in my life. You ask when was the last time I was fucked? Fourteen years ago by my husband. I do not have a lot of sexual experience, my husband treated me as a big busted trinket for the first few years of our marriage, he wasn't well endowed, I still enjoyed the joy of penetration. Next phase he couldn't get hard, he got Viagra, which gave us another year, then lost interest completely. The only cock I have had in my life apart from a hurried one-night stand as a student has been David's."  

"I would prefer discussing my kinks with you face to face. I enjoy giving oral, I can orgasm when I suck a cock or even eat a pussy. I am bisexual, I prefer cock but enjoy a pussy. When my husband ignored me, I took some comfort with two of my female colleagues at school. I would also like to be honest with you about my relationship with Tom. It differed from what I told you today. He made me orgasm, but not through penetration. I sucked him off five times. I will be fuller in my explanation if you wish to talk about it."  

"Jack, I would love you to invite me out for a meal so we can chat and enjoy each other's company as we did today. There is a chemistry between us. I'm older, yes, but love and respect. When and if we meet, I will be honest about my issues. I look forward to hearing from you. Love, I don't use this word loosely, as I feel a love for you, Bertha. " 

I let mum read Bertha's message, she read it twice and said, "Ask her where she wants to eat and take her there. You must be honest with her too, you are a single guy and she's a single woman, it's all open for you. If she wants sex, then give it to her, if she wants more, which I doubt, then tell her about our relationship. If she's interested in sharing you with me, all will be good. The other thing to think about, which I'm sure she's already thought of, is she can have a child, I'm sure she'd love you to be the father of her child."  

I replied to Bertha, asking where she would like to eat. She replied, suggesting an Italian restaurant a minute's walk from mum's house at seven o'clock. She sounded happy, and I was happy too and looking forward to meeting her. I had no reply from Su. Maybe she was busy. Mum went to bed as I watched the late news, my phone beeped, Su had replied.  

"Hi Jack, thanks for your lovely message. I'm widowed and have been for twenty-five years. My husband was a wealthy business owner, he died, I took over the management of his business. The turnover is up close to two hundred percent. I've been making discreet enquiries about you, your mother is a wonderful accountant. My accountant is retiring and has recommended your mum. Your mum is a beautiful-looking woman, she's lucky to have you looking after her."

"Sorry about the delay in replying, Leonard, my grandson, is staying with me, Edi, my daughter is in London for three days. I'm excellent in the kitchen and the bedroom, I can't invite you here while he's staying with me. I'd prefer if you came to me as it will allow me to show you one of my talents. Tell me what you like and I'll prepare it for you."   

"A couple of years after my husband died, I met a thirty-year-old guy, a complete waste of time, he did nothing for me, he was younger than me but he didn't have a brain. You're different, you are tall, good looking and intelligent. I'm like you, I love good sex, nobody gives pleasure like me, I love giving oral and I'm so good at it." 

"Thanks for the compliment, I'm cuddly and I love to be cuddled, which I haven't had for a long time. Since my husband's death, I have found life to be a compromise. Because of the business, I have had my needs ignored. I don't play games, that's a waste of time. I'll ask Edi when she will be home and invite you here for dinner, after that we will take it from there. Please tell me what you want to eat and I'll do my best. By the way, I love to kiss and cuddle. I wanted you at the Garden Centre today. Love Su."

I replied, "Su, thanks for your honesty, if Friday is good, I can come then. I love a Chateaubriand, medium rare with Hollandaise sauce. May I bring the wine?"  

Five minutes later, Su replied, "I phoned Edi. All is good for Friday night, a Chateaubriand is a meal we can share. I hope my butcher doesn't let me down and I'm interested in the wines you bring. Stay safe, I'll see you on Friday. My accountant wants to meet your mum, can he phone her tomorrow? He's finished last year's accounts and thinks this would be the best time to do the changeover. Can you let me know if this is possible as I'll be with my accountant when we visit your mum? Su xx."  

I went to mum's bedroom; she was reading a magazine; I told her about Su and her accountant wanting a meeting for the changeover of the accountants. Mum said, "Tell him to phone my office tomorrow morning and we'll fix a time, I can't believe I'm getting this audit." 

I messaged Su, and she told me he'd phone in the morning. The next morning he phoned at nine, they had the meeting at ten, by eleven, everything was done. I got a message from Su. "Everything is done, what a constructive morning I've had. I like your mum, she's so professional, I'm sure we'll get on well together. The Chateaubriand has been hanging on the bone for five weeks. The butcher vacuum packed four others, which I've put in the freezer. I'm getting excited about Friday night, what time will you be here at? Su xx." 

I messaged her back, saying I'd be there at seven. I was in the shower around six when mum came in; we had chatted little all day. Mum was over the moon with getting Su's audit. Mum said, "Jack, Su's hot for you, she told me you're coming for dinner on Friday night. She's so excited about it. Su is an attractive, intelligent woman. She's on top of her business, her daughter does the day to day running but Su's in total control. She flirted with me during the meeting. I'd love to watch you fuck her. I need to go to my yoga class, good luck with Bertha tonight, if you don't come home, I'll know you have fucked her." 

The restaurant was open at ten to seven. I checked the wine list; they had an excellent Chablis. I messaged Bertha, "I'm in the restaurant, do you like Chablis?" 

"I love Chablis. I'm so nervous. I'll be with you in ten minutes. I'm running a bit late, does that make me a bad girl that needs a nice spanking?"  

"Do you like being spanked? If it gives you pleasure, I'll do it for you. What are you wearing? I like to look at cleavage."

"Depends, one of my kinks is I like to be dominated. I think it might be different with you, as I feel a closeness to you. I'm wearing a blouse, jacket, skirt and three-inch heels, because of your height I can wear them with you. I'm wearing a push-up bra as I thought you'd like that. I'll undo a couple of buttons on my blouse so you'll see lots of cleavage, I'm at the restaurant door. Give me a hug when we meet."

Bertha looked stunning as she walked into the restaurant. Her outfit looked perfect on her, she was showing a cock stiffening amount of tit. I stood up; she walked towards me smiling; we took each other in our arms, our lips met and we tongue kissed. I felt the weight of Bertha's massive tits on my chest and, more surprisingly, she was pushing her pussy against my leg. I whispered to her, "You look stunning."

She squeezed me and we sat down. The waiter quickly poured Bertha's glass and topped up mine. Bertha said, "This Chablis is lovely, you have chosen well. I'll only have one course as I've been nibbling all day, I do that when I'm nervous."  

We ordered, I only wanted one course too, I felt comfortable being with Bertha. Our main courses took a while to be served. We were on our second bottle of Chablis when they were served. As we ate, I said, "Did David spank you?"  

"He introduced me to it, I didn't think I'd like it, but over time I grew to enjoy it and it gave me stronger orgasms. David never made me cum once when he fucked me, he had a tiny cock, it was hard to tell when he was in. Apart from the one-night stand when I was a student, David's cock was the only other I've ever had. I've been with other men, they loved to feel my tits and pussy. I'd give them a blow job which I'm very good at, but that's all the sex I've ever done." 

"Bertha, you deserve better, what about Tom?"  

"Tom was a bit of the dark side, he was seriously dominant, as I told you I met him on the Christian Website. The first meeting was in a hotel which I had to pay for. I also had to pay Tom for his services, which involved me sucking his cock as he spanked me. He was my master, and I was his sub. He took pain and pleasure to a higher level than David had taken me."  

"I enjoyed it, we met four other times in my house, on his last visit, he had offered me this service on his third visit but I refused, he used a riding crop on my butt as I sucked him off. The pain was so intense for me but I believe it had given Tom more pleasure as he spurted his cum into my mouth, on the other occasions, he didn't spurt or squirt it just dribbled out of his piss slit. I love to feel cum spurting into my mouth."  

I reached over and squeezed Bertha's hand. I said, "I don't think that you are a sub, I think you love to give pleasure."

Bertha leaned over the table and we kissed lovingly. As Bertha broke away, she said, "Jack, I have a bottle of Champagne chilling in my fridge. Would you like to come home and share it with me?"

I smiled at her and told her I'd love to. We walked to her home; I knew that I'd spend the night there, I wanted to give Bertha pleasure, pleasure she'd never experienced before. We got into her house which was so tastefully furnished, we went into the lounge where we kissed fondly for a couple of minutes, Bertha said, "Jack, I'll get the Champagne now, I bought a lovely Basque, it's crotch less, may I wear it for you? Would you like to strip to your boxers or would you prefer if I undressed you when I came back?"

As she left the lounge, I nodded in approval. I stripped to my boxers as I heard Bertha coming down the stairs and into the kitchen. I went into the kitchen; she was at the fridge wearing a gorgeous red Basque with lace frills. I put my arms around and kissed her neck and earlobes. I whispered, "We can have the Champagne later, I need you now."  Bertha turned around and cuddled me and said, "Those are the nicest words anyone has ever said to me. I'll put the Champagne back in the fridge, we should go to bed, we'll be more comfortable there."  

I followed Bertha into her bedroom, the way her butt moved aroused me so much, as we went into the bedroom Bertha said, "Darling, do you want me naked or would you like me to pose for you in this Basque?" 

"Bertha, let's get naked and enjoy each other's bodies, take your Basque off slowly, then join me on top of the bed."  

I pulled my boxers off, my cock was so stiff as Bertha took her Basque off in the most sexually stimulating way. I said, "You do that beautifully, you make my cock so hard."  

Bertha glanced at my cock then her eyes were fixated on it, as she spoke she seemed preoccupied with my monster cock, she said, "Before I married David, he made me watch so many video strip shows, he told me I was good at it too. Jack, your cock looks wonderful, may I play with him?"  

"Of course, you can darling, if you're good to him, he'll be very good to you, can I play with you?"  

"Of course, you can, let me make you comfortable and then, as David called it, my magic tongue can do its work."  

As Bertha was getting into position, I changed my position into one that would allow us to 69, Bertha's mouth was working wonders on my cock and balls. I played with her massive tits, nibbling the meaty parts on the side of her tits as my fingers played with big hard nipples. I moved on to suck her hard nipples; she loved this, and she was making excellent progress on my cock. Her nose was close to the base of my cock.  

Bertha was giving wonderful head, she had such a gentle touch. As I sucked her nipple, my hand moved south. Bertha's vulva was smooth and swollen, thick cunt lips and a perfectly formed sex slit. My finger touched her big hard hooded clit, it was a big one. I wanted to suck it, as I was sure Bertha had little experience of having her pussy licked. She was so wet; she gasped when I slid two of my long, thick fingers inside her cunt. Bertha came off my cock and said, "Jack, that feels so good."

I then moved to my planned position, Bertha wondered what I was doing as I spread her cunt lips open and my tongue teased her hard clit. Holding her flaps, I nibbled on her left and then her right flap as two fingers were finger fucking her. I wrapped my lips around her huge clit and sucked it as I finger fucked her. Bertha's legs were spread so wide now, she was loving it. 

I continued relentlessly sucking on her clit, Bertha said, "Darling, it's amazing, you are the first man to go down on me, a couple of my girlfriends did but you do it so much better, I love what you are doing, I was close to cumming a minute ago, don't stop, I love this."

A couple of minutes later, I felt the warmth of Bertha's spunk flood my mouth. It was sweet. I held it in my mouth as Bertha pushed her pussy against my mouth as she cried out, "I'm cumming."  

It took Bertha a minute to compose herself, it was a powerful orgasm she had. She came off me and I came off her. I took her in my arms; she had a loving look on her face. I stuck my tongue out, there was a huge blob of her cum on my tongue. Our lips met, and we cum kissed appreciatively for several minutes, Bertha's tongue transferring her cum into her mouth  

"Jack, no man has done that to me in my life before, it was so good. I like what you do and how you do it. Take me now, I want to feel you inside me. Jack, I'm not on the pill, when you cum, pull out and I'll finish you in my mouth."  

Bertha lay back and spread her legs, she wanted me in the missionary position. She was so wet; she took my full length easily, she gasped when the head of my cock hit her cervix. Bertha was a gripper, but her cunt muscles were not strong, mums were much stronger. Mum had ordered a new set of Kegel balls, her old set was still good, I would give mum's new set to Bertha as a present.

It felt good inside Bertha, her hip movements were good, I angled my hips so my cock was stimulating her G-spot as I rode her, two minutes later Bertha had her first orgasm, her body was shaking. I continued riding her, Bertha said a minute later, "Jack, I love your cock, that's the first time I've cum with a man's cock inside me, you stretch my pussy but it feels so comfortable, darling make me cum again. I've been wrong with my dates, I'm sure it's safe to cum inside me, so let me feel you shoot your load inside me." 

Twenty minutes later we both climaxed within seconds of each other, I gave her all I had and she loved it, we lay in bed kissing and touching so warmly, Bertha said, "I loved that, I know now I've missed a lot in my life, I feel so relaxed when I'm around you, do you want to see me again?"  

"Of course I do, I feel comfortable with you, do you think we could have done this when I was at school?"  

"When you were eighteen, we could have done it, I love it when you go deep inside me. My whole body tingles then."  

I kissed Bertha and said, "I'm ready to go again, let's do doggy style and I'll show you how deep I can go."  

Bertha loved doggy style, she loved everything I was doing to her, she came when I did her pussy, but I didn't, mum and Jean had taught me to control myself. I then introduced Bertha to anal, she loved it especially when she had three massive vaginal orgasms with the head of my cock stimulating her G-spot.  

After she had her third orgasm, I did her pussy again, doggy style. This time we both came simultaneously, it was an amazing feeling. I pulled out and turned Bertha around; we kissed affectionately for several minutes. It was just after one in the morning; we had been in bed for over four and a half hours. Bertha said, "Jack, time is not on my side, how would you feel if I got pregnant by you? I would love that; I can afford to bring the child up myself though it would be better if the father was around."

"Bertha, you would be an excellent mother for a child. I'm sure of that, my life is complicated. I've enjoyed tonight and I want more of you."  

"Jack, your life can't be any more complicated than mine, is there a way we can sort it out? We have an age difference. I've known you long enough to know you're a man of character. I would love it if you were the father of my child, we don't need to marry, I would look after you sexually as long as you were around a little as the child, God willing, grows up."  

"Bertha, I don't have a problem with what you say, I'm not dating anyone, but I have a lover, my mum's my lover. Would you share me with my mum?"  

"Let me get this right, you're having sex with your mum, but you want to have sex with me too?"  

"If you want to have my baby, then we all have sex together, my mother has a fantasy, she wants to watch me fuck other women. Mum would love being a gran, she would be around the child, you would be the mother and I would be around you and the child. Why don't you come over and have dinner with mum and I and see how it works out? Mum is also very exciting in bed."

Bertha was thinking, she was also looking at me, she said, "Jack, the idea of coming for dinner is good, I've never met your mum socially, I've met her and your dad at school events, that's a big difference. I've been with other women, not many, but I enjoyed it. I will be honest, I find your mum very attractive. When could I come for dinner?"  

"How about tomorrow night? I know mum's free then. Have you ever been fucked and been watched by another woman?"  

"Yes, but it was a woman with a strap on that was fucking me. God, your cock is still hard, do you want to take me again or do you need to go home?" 

"I want you again and I also want you in the morning."  

Bertha kissed me and said, "You make me so horny; I'm looking forward to meeting your mum, message me what time you want me there. I'm glad you are staying. That feels so good, slip another finger inside me."  

Bertha was like a sex machine when I went inside her in the spoon position, it was wonderful, and twenty minutes later, we both came again and fell asleep in each other's arms. Next morning was incredible, Bertha wanted ass fucked first and appeared with some Coconut Oil, which we used as lube. Two vaginal orgasms later, I moved to her pussy and fucked her doggy style, we both came together. I hoped Bertha had got it right with the dates, as I had shot a lot of sperm into her in the last twelve hours.   

Before I left, I said, "I've enjoyed this so much, I'll message you with the time. Will you wear the Basque tonight? I'll get mum to wear a very sexy bodysuit she's got, doing that could relax everyone." 

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