AN UNEXPECTED ROMANCE

I was brought up in a mining town, we lived in a rented two up two down terraced house. Upstairs there were two bedrooms and a bathroom, downstairs was a back room, a front room and a kitchen. The back room was mainly where we lived, consisting of a dining table with its four chairs, three old fireside chairs and a sideboard. There was no central heating just coal fires. The front room, we used only on special occasions such as Christmas when our family visited, and was furnished with a three piece suite, consisting of a settee, two club armchairs and my music centre, which I recently set up in there, and of course the obligatory fireplace.

My father had been minor who worked at the coal face and unlike many of his colleagues who expected their sons to follow in their footsteps, my father did everything in his power to dissuade me from going down the mine. Right from an early age he would tell me the horror stories of working the coal face, from crawling on his stomach to work the coal, to pulling men out when the roof sometimes caved in. For as long as I could remember he would stress the importance of getting an education and emphasize that I should work hard at school to gain qualifications, and I did. I studied and worked hard and luckily didn't find it too difficult.

The effect of all that studying was that I had few friends and those I did have I lost when I passed the scholarship and went to high school. The local kids starting calling me a nerd, swat and even less flattering names. What made things worse that I was not very good looking and so thin I looked like skeleton, even the local girls avoided me. Nevertheless I worked damn hard.

Three months into my first term at high school we had a swimming test, now I wasn't very good at sports and could just about swim, but thankfully I wasn't the worst, a few kids couldn't swim at all. The swimming teacher pulled me to one side and asked me to come and see him in his office after school.

"Ah Bennett, come in take a seat. I watched you today you're not a very good swimmer, but that isn't my main concern it's your physique, I don't think that I have ever seen someone so thin as you."

"Sir it doesn't matter how much I eat I don't put weight on."

"I understand, but I would like you to consider a gentle work programme to begin to build your body up and it won't be a five minute thing it will take time. What I propose is that you attend one hour swimming classes after school twice a week preferably on a Monday and Thursday and I will teach you to swim properly. There will be others there in a similar situation to you and of course more advanced swimmers. Please think about it and let me know"

Well I did let him know and for the first year it was just swimming however the second year he introduced me to dumbbells which I was allowed to use at home. I suppose it was about eighteen months before I began to notice and changes in my body with a slight development of arm and leg muscles.

By the time I was ready to leave high school I was a pretty good swimmer, and my body had developed very nicely. My muscles, now quite substantial had increased in size more than I could ever imagine, and they weren't the only thing that developed, much to my surprise.

Having passed all my exams with flying colours, l received a scholarship from several universities in the area. My father encouraged me to pick the best one knowing that I would be living away from home for long periods, much to my mother's regret. Having visited the pit head many times and was fascinated with the machinery I knew I wanted to be an engineer and therefore I studied design, manufacturing, coupled with business studies.

Although I was much more confident, again I never made many friends and rarely spoke to girls. It wasn't that I was afraid or even uninterested in them, it was just the fact that I didn't have the time and it always seemed to me that was the one thing a girlfriend demands of you, is time. I knew things were paying off for me because my exam results were always first class and the lecturers would talk to me outside classes and we would discuss particular project and they would ask for my opinion. Finally I finished uni and returned home.

Over the years many mines closed, a few continued to operate with a very much reduced workforce, one of which was my father's and eventually even it closed, although it was one of the last. Like many he was made redundant receiving a decent redundancy package with the money being invested in Government Bonds because it was guaranteed 100% safe. Within a year of being made redundant dad was diagnosed with Pneumoconiosis. We were advised that his life expectancy would be no longer than five years and that was providing he would co-operate with the hospital take all his medication and extreme care of himself, which we knew he wouldn't. Mother and I were devastated, for my part I knew my father, mother too, had made many sacrifices to get me educated and now it was my turn to look after them.

When I left University it didn't take me long to find a job, I saw and applied for a position as assistant manager at a large engineering company. I was offered an interview, bought myself a new suit so I could at least make a good impression and eventually I was offered the position. As an assistant manager I received a decent salary and a company car which I could use for private use providing I paid for my own petrol, which seemed fair enough. The guy that I was the assistant to, came up from the shop floor and was brilliant on the engineering side but useless on the business management side, so I suppose that's where I came in, to support him.

My father died approximately three years after the diagnosis, and for eight months I watched my mother grieve and mope around day in day out, letting her life go to rack and ruin. The deterioration of her appearance got too much for me. One morning I came down stairs and while mum was cooking breakfast I moved in behind her put my hands on her hips and kissed her on the cheek.

"What was that for?"

"Mum if we can sit down tonight and have a serious talk I'll tell you what that was for."

"Are you going to shout at me and make me cry?"

"I can't imagine why you would think I would shout at you, however, I do have things to say to you which you may not be too happy about."

As soon as I arrived home from work that night she began to quiz me about what I wanted to talk to her about, it must have been on her mind all day. I managed to persuade her to wait until after we had eaten and cleared away and were sitting comfortably before we began to talk.

"Mum it's been eight months since dad died, and you're still grieving, you're making yourself ill and everybody else with your depression. You have no pride in your looks you mope around like an old bag lady, the difference in you now to how you used to be is unbelievable. You've got to stop it and stop now."

Suddenly mum burst into tears, I felt responsible, I was too harsh with her, but something had to be done, she couldn't continue the way she was, perhaps I was the wrong person to try to and get her to change. I moved over to her and encouraged her to move over on the chair giving me a corner to perch on. I put an arm around her, she buried her face in my shoulder.

"Mum you can't go on as you have been, you must change, there are some suggestions that I would like to make that I think might help. I have been thinking that I might like to take you out some evening to a restaurant or to the cinema. Perhaps we could go to the theatre. Other times we could go for a ride in the car to the coast or countryside, even visit various places of interest. But not while you're like this for a start your clothes are old and unfashionable and now I'm working we have enough money to buy you new clothes. However I'm not prepared to take you shopping until we have something decent for you to go out in, those clothes we can buy off the internet. What do you think?"

Mum nodded her head although it was still buried in my shoulder.

"Perhaps we could look together for something over the weekend."

I knew how I wanted her to look. There's this girl at work, very attractive and always looks fantastic in the clothes she wears, and that is how I want mum to look. I first met her about a week after I started, I was walking along the corridor towards the coffee machine she was coming in the opposite direction and we arrived at the coffee machine at the same time.

"Good morning, please after you."

She thanked me, dispensed her coffee, and wandered back to whatever department she worked for. I returned to my own department and was met by one of my colleagues.

"I see you have met our Yvonne."

"So that's her name, a very attractive girl."

"Don't get your hopes up boyo, she a lesbian, doesn't like men. Others including me have asked her out, she's just not interested."

Saturday afternoon, having brought my PC down from my room and placed it on the table, I called out to mum to come and sit next to me, and began scanning through the clothing web sites. At one point I turned to say something and caught sight of her breasts, I became mesmerized by them, they seemed bigger and fuller than usual, not that I have noticed their variation in size before, but now I wanted to hold and squeeze them. I watched them jiggle about as she moved around on her chair. I assumed that their larger size was probably caused by the most fertile stage of her monthly cycle. If that is the case, I wondered if she would be more sexually receptive at those times. I made a mental note of the time of the month and to check it out on the internet when I heard her say.

"Rod what are you staring at you seem to be in a trance?"

"Sorry I was miles away thinking about dad, wondering what he would have made of us looking for clothes for you on the internet."

We were having problems agreeing a dress styles and skirt length. Mum was into maxi lengths I was trying to persuade her to try something shorter with a hem line an inch below the knee, nothing too dramatic. If I had my way I would have her in mini-skirts. Eventually she relented and we agreed on a couple each of dresses skirts and blouses. I suggested that if she was going shopping to try on clothes from the high street shops, she might want to buy some new lingerie. I made sure that the new lingerie she selected was at least pleasant on the eyes.

Finally having spent nearly two hours picking out clothes, I encouraged her to buy two pairs of stiletto heel shoes, one pair in white and one in tan.

Two weeks later mum told me she had received all the clothes, had tried them on, and everything fitted perfectly.

"Mum, if I booked a table at a restaurant would you have dinner with me?"

"Yes darling that would be very nice."

I booked a table, but lied when I told her that I couldn't get a table for that coming Saturday but managed to get a table for the following Saturday. Providing my calculations were correct mum should be at the peak of her fertile stage, and with luck sexually receptive. I wasn't planning or even expecting for our first date together to get sexual, and I had every intention of being the perfect gentleman.

That Saturday evening I stood at the bottom of the stairs full of excitement and expectations waiting for mum to appear on the upstairs landing. When she appeared she was everything I hoped for, and more. She was a vision wearing her red dress with the satin sheen, shorter than anything she has worn in the past, with a reasonably deep plunging neckline, giving some indication of the extent of her cleavage. I watched her breasts bounce up and down, as she clip clopped down the stairs in her white stilettoes. As she placed her arm through mine allowing me to escort out to the car I noticed she was wearing a new perfume.

Several times as we drove along mum cautioned me to keep my eyes on the road, which was almost impossible due to the continuous jerky motion of her breasts. They seemed far more active than I have ever seen them before. Mum must have known what I was looking at, but all she said was. "Keep your eyes on the road darling."

At the restaurant I noticed the men's head's turning, watching her as we were shown to our table. I can't explain how I felt, but it felt good knowing they must have been envious of me wondering just how intimate I get with her. The evening went well considering I picked a restaurant neither of us was familiar with, because it was well away from our local area. The food was good and we drunk a bottle of wine between us. Neither of us were used to drinking, mother less than me, so I suppose it lowered our inhibitions, especially mother's.

There was a small dance floor with a DJ playing all the popular tunes. I was not going to miss this opportunity to hold my mother close. She accepted my invitation to dance and because the floor was crowded our bodies were lightly pressed together. I could feel her breast pressing against my chest and I expect she could feel my erection pressing into her groin. Lightly, I rubbed my hand across the back of her dress, feeling the material just below the small of her back. As we danced I pulled her very close to me and whispered in her ear.

"You are beautiful and you look fantastic in that dress."

She whispered back. "Thank you darling I'm glad I can please you."

If that wasn't an innuendo I didn't know what was. I looked her in the eye, she just smiled. I continued to hold her close, and she just rested her head on my shoulder. We danced most of the dances. By the end of the evening we were both gently rubbing up against each other, as we swayed to the music.

It was dark when we left the restaurant. I held the car door open for her and as she slid in the vanity light was sufficient for me to see the hem of her dress ride up her thighs giving me a grandstand view of her legs and the tops of her stockings. She just looked at me and smiled as I closed the door. I couldn't really see her in the dark as we drove home, the only way I knew she was in the car was her lingering perfume. Although occasionally the headlights from the oncoming traffic would illuminate the scene giving me a glimpse her bouncing breasts and the hem of her dress still high up her legs. I was puzzled why her breasts seemed so mobile recently, I could only put it down to her wearing a much softer bra which failed to restrain them as those underwired things.

When we arrived home she sat in the car waiting for me to open the car door. This time as she swung her legs out, she gave me a glimpse of the crotch of her panties. Was it deliberate I couldn't say but I was hoping it was? Once inside the house she said.

"Darling that was a wonderful evening."

"The weather forecast for tomorrow is good how about going for a nice drive?"

"Where was you thinking of going?"

"We could drive to the coast."

"Isn't that a rather long way?"

"No we'll be fine."

"That sounds nice, I think I'll take a picnic with us."

"Great, we can get an early start. I'll take my swimming trunks and you can take your costume."

"If you think I'm going swimming in the sea you can think again, and if we are going to make an early start I'm going to bed, so I'll say goodnight."

I pulled her close to me, and for several seconds she was mine, lying in my arms returning my kiss that is until she suddenly realized what was happening and pushed me away.

"What do you think you are doing?"

"Kissing my date goodnight."

"Kissing your date, you think tonight was a date?"

"We were both dressed up for a meal that I took you out to a restaurant, as we danced we embraced each other whispering in each other's ear, what would you call it if not a date?"

She didn't reply to my question just said "Goodnight Rod."

"Goodnight sweetheart."

The look she gave me was black as thunder.

The following morning while we were getting ready to leave I was now convinced that her breasts were bigger, and was certain it was that time of the month and hoping she would be sexually responsive. Even last night she was pretty passionate gently rubbing up against me as we danced, then there was that goodnight kiss. I assumed she was aware of our blossoming relationship, and had some thoughts on the matter. Well I was going to give her a little nudge. Perhaps that is what she was waiting for as we headed for the coast.

I spread the blanket out on the sand and mum placed the bag with the food and drinks on the blanket then sat next to it before slipping her shoes off. I in turn position myself beside mum, leaning back, resting on my forearms. As we sat there talking I watched the hypnotic effect of the waves lapping against the sand, the next minute I was standing up announcing that I was going for a swim. With a large towel around me I stood behind mum and changed into my swimming costume. However once changed I decided to find out how mum would react if I deliberately stood in front of her to give her a view of my package. It looked as if she caught her breath and there was certainly a slight reddening of her cheeks.

Twenty minutes later mum beckoned for me to come in, having prepared lunch. She poured out a hot coffee, as I dried myself and changed out of my wet costume, concealing myself behind her of course. After lunch with everything packed away mum made a suggestion.

"Darling why don't you lay down and close your eyes, we had a late night last night and you've spent almost two hours driving down here, then you have the drive back. Just lay your head in my lap, then you won't get sand in your hair."

I laid on my back, my head in mums lap, eyes closed I was beginning to relax. Mum was caressing the top of my head running her fingers through my hair. I don't know how long it was, five maybe ten minutes, before mum leaned over to get something out of the bag. I felt her breast press against my face, her nipple against my lips. I opened my eyes, her breast was completely dominating my view, although her nipple was very obvious. It seemed swollen as it stood out beneath her clothing, challenging me to draw it into my mouth. It was very tempting, but I thought about the repercussions when mother discovered her blouse saturated with my saliva. Eventually mother sat up and resumed running her fingers through my hair.

The whole scenario caused me to get an erection, however to prevent any embarrassment I turned on my side facing away from her. Twice more mum reach for the bag only these times her breast pressed against my cheek.

A year had passed, an eventful one, having spent that time cultivating my mother's love with subtle seduction and it was working too. Her skirts got shorter, not too short, her blouses got tighter and more transparent so you could make out the colour and shape of her gradually shrinking bra cups. Until recently I thought it was totally due to my influence that was until I managed to find my way into her computer.

It was a Sunday morning I wandered downstairs in my now regular weekend attire, just underpants. Standing in the backroom I could see mum standing at the stove cooking breakfast, and couldn't believe what she was wearing. She was still in her nightdress, if you could call it a nightdress. It was the shortest garment I had ever seen, only just maintaining her modesty. Hanging from her shoulders by spaghetti straps this low cut, black satin, lace trimmed sheath, just about covered her nipples, exposing the fleshy top of her breasts. Looking as if had been moulded to her body, it accentuated her figure, especially her breasts, which looked even bigger. Just looking at her gave me an erection.

Mum didn't notice me until I moved behind her and slipped my arms around her waist and pressed my erection between the cheeks of her ass.

"What do you think you are doing and will you go and put some clothes on?"

My hands found their way from her waist to her breasts which I lightly squeezed as I kissed and nuzzled the side of her neck. Without warning she spun in my arms and as she faced me I pulled her close, held her tight and kissed her passionately. Mum struggled and after several seconds broke the kiss.

"Will you stop kissing me like that, I don't know what's the matter with you? And go and put some clothes on."

"I'll go and put some clothes on but you're coming with me."

Gripping both her upper arms I pulled her into my body and wrapped my arms around her to give her, and maintain for numerous seconds another passionate kiss on the lips. This time she didn't fight me as I expected, but melted into my arms and kissed me back. When we broke the kiss I said.

"Let me take you back to bed."

"Certainly not."

I wasn't going to argue any more. Slipping a finger down into her cleavage and hooking it into the fabric of her nightdress I pulled her along, heading in the direction of the bedroom, while listening to her complaining bitterly.

"No darling you mustn't do this, it's very wrong."

"What mustn't I do, what's very wrong?"

"Whatever your intentions are they are very wrong."

As we climbed the stairs and moved into the bedroom she never stopped complaining about my pulling her through the house, although she never resisted. I stopped at the foot of the bed and pulled her close and kissed her passionately. As we broke our kiss I eased her onto the bed, then climbed beside her to finally position myself by lying half across her. My erection pressing against the top of her thigh. As I again kissed her passionately she responded by wrapping her arms and pulling me tight against her. It was at this point and for the second time I slipped my hand over her breast, feeling the softness as I lightly squeezed.

"What do you think you're doing? I told you before stop it this instant."

"I tell you what I'm going to do, I'm going to do anything I like. In fact I'm going to fuck you."

"Don't you use that disgusting language in front of me, now get out of my bedroom."

"I know what you want, and I know you don't want me to leave, and do you know why I know that. Over the past few months I have been watching you, and I've noticed, like today in certain parts of your menstrual cycle your tits get bigger and firmer, just like they are now. And at this point you are more sexually receptive than at any other time. In fact if any man walked into your bedroom you would fuck him even if you didn't know him, you're that wound up. What has made things even more sexually pressing for you is, and you've told me this many times, that you had a very restricted upbringing and that dad was your first and only boyfriend before you got married.

Dad always said that his upbringing was even worse than yours and that you were his first and only girlfriend before he married, and I guess he wasn't adventurous in bed. So over the years you have begun to wonder what sexual practices you've missed and have hoped that an opportunity would arise where you could find out. Well that opportunity has arrived, probably not quite the way you imagined, not with your own son at least, and now you're getting cold feet. But I know you are still desperate to be fucked and have a man cum in your mouth and between your tits and possibly up your ass, perhaps just not by your son."

"You're disgusting, get out of my bedroom, out." She screamed "Get out."

"I'm disgusting, what about those emails you receive from men who talk to you as if you were a slut, the things they say and ask you to do, such as send them photographs of your-self naked. One guy asked for a photo with your tits hanging out and another with you holding your skirt up, wearing nothing underneath so he could see your cunt. And how did you reply, 'would you really like to see my cunt'?"

"To another you wrote, 'that you're looking for romance', and he wrote back 'does that included sex?' and you told him yes, so in his final reply he said 'so you like being fucked'.

"There are only two ways you could meet someone. One is to go out at night and as soon as you start talking to a man he would know you were an easy lay and probably think you like rough sex, and give it to you. The other way is what you're doing now visiting dating sites and again the guys think you're an easy lay and get verbally abusive hoping you will accept and respond to it.

"The problems really start if you agree to go out with them. They will expect to fuck you on the first date and may even get rough and if you accept that, things will go from bad to worse. He will want everything from you, total submission to make you his personal slut. He'll take all your money he may even want to move in with us. Well that's not going to happen because you belong to me, you will be my slut, and if anyone is going to fuck your cunt it's going to be me and only me."

I leaned over and kissed her again but this time I had to hold her down as she struggled.

I rolled off of her onto my other side, facing away from her, ready to remove myself from the bed. As I sat up and threw my legs over the side of the bed, I felt her hand hook around my arm and heard her say "please don't go, I'm sorry for shouting at you."

Swinging my legs back onto the bed and rolling back to resume my original position, the only difference being my erection had wilted, mum wrapped her arms around me pulling me close to initiate a passionate kiss, and never complained when my hand began to massage her breasts.

"Sit up, lower your nightdress and show me your tits."

There was a slight hesitation after I rolled off her onto my back to give her space to sit up, as she mulled my request over in her mind. Slowly she sat up and eased each shoulder strap down her arm before lowing the top of the gown. Self-conscious, mum's nerves were obvious, which wasn't surprising considering this was the first time she deliberately let me see her topless like this. Her breasts were large and firm and she jumped as placed my hand beneath one breast to cup it before I tweaked her considerable puffy nipple. I wanted it in my mouth.

"Mum your tits and nipples are magnificent, god I want to suck them, can I lay my head in your lap so we can both be comfortable?"

She placed a couple of pillows on her lap to raise me up so that I was level with her breasts. As I positioned myself on my side with my head on the pillows she wrapped her hand around my head pulling it forward. With the other hand she positioned her nipple against my lips to encourage me to suckle. The satisfaction of pressing my face into her breast while sucking on her fleshy oversized wrinkled prune was indescribable, but how I wished they were filled with milk. Several times she yelped as I lightly nipped her with my teeth.

As I lay there I fondled her other breast before grabbing her hand so that we could massage her breast together. I needed to know more of her previous self-imposed sexual practices both during the time she was married to my father and after his demise.

"Mum, at what stages in your life did you fondle your breasts and play with your nipples and how often.

"Darling that's a rather personal question.

"Well don't you think we are getting extremely personal with each other at the moment?"

"If you must know I never fondled my breasts, not as you mean, of course I've handled them, when I get dressed, when I bathe and when I fed you as a baby, but not like we are at this moment."

I pushed her hand upwards to lift her breast close to her mouth. "Let me see you suck your nipple."

"Stop it Rod, now you're going too far."

"Going too far? You must have sucked your nipples before."

"Well I haven't."

"Never, not even when you were feeding me, were you never curious what your milk tasted like?"

"No never."

"Did dad ever suck your tits and taste your milk?"

"No he didn't, I wouldn't let him."

"Did dad fuck you before you were married?"

"No, now that's enough."

"So how far did you let him go?"

"I let him put his hand inside my bra, now get off the subject."

"How can I get off the subject when you haven't told me anything, no wonder you have so many inhibitions. You haven't even said if you like me kissing and sucking your tits, and you certainly haven't fulfilled my fantasy to see you suck them?"

"Well I do like the attention you are paying me, but I don't like the way you speak to me."

Mum lowered her head, raised her breast up to her face and drew her nipple into her mouth. After watching the movement of her cheeks as she sucked her nipple. Several minutes lapsed before Julia allowed her breast to fall from her mouth and suggested that we lay down again. Laying half across her, with my leg between hers, or her leg between mine, whatever way you wish to look at it, I resumed sucking and fondling her other breast. Afterwards when we continue kissing, I took her hand and guided it down to encourage her to hold my cock, whispering in her ear suggesting that she toss me off.

"Darling please don't use that language and say those sort of things to me."

"The reason I say these things to you, which you consider vulgar, is to get it into your head that under circumstances like these, when we are performing as husband and wife, we can say anything we like to each other without reproach. So how about you pull your nightdress up and show me your cunt."

"You really are disgusting, that's one word that I really hate."

"I don't know why you hate it, it's just a word and it's no worse than vagina, and they're both in the dictionary, in fact cunt is used far more in daily life than vagina, admitted it's usually said to degrade a person. Are you going to show it to me?"

"No I'm not."

"Then in that case what happens if you want me to perform orally on you, are you going to blind fold me?"

Julia laid there for a few seconds turning things over in her mind, finally raising both arms for me to fall into, to resume our kissing. Just as our lips were about to touch she said.

"If you want to look at me, you pull my nightdress up."

As we lay there kissing, I felt her tense up as I slipped my hand down her body then she slightly recoiled as I ran my fingers along her groin before locating the hem of her nightdress. I pulled one side of her nightdress up then the other then continued to alternate pulling hard because she wouldn't lift herself off the bed, intent on making me fight all the way. After having raised her nightdress sufficiently high enough she wouldn't open her legs. She screamed when I pinched the inside of her thigh at which point her legs flew apart. After parting the mass of black pubic hair, I examined the entrance to her vagina closely. I grabbed a handful of the curly black mass and gave it several light tugs.

"If you want me to perform orally on you, this lot will have to come off, I need you to be clean shaven or at least have a small trimmed area above, like this."

Julia purred as I drew an inverted triangle roughly where and the size it should be. She took my hand preventing me from withdrawing.

"Touch me darling, be gentle. I love you Rod and have dreamed we could be together like this for a long time, hold me tight."

"Slip your nightdress off."

She arched her body and eased her nightdress down over her backside and down her legs, kicking it off when it reached her ankles. We both turned on our side and cuddled up pulling each other in tight. The sensation of her tits and nipples pressed hard against my chest and my cock trapped between her thighs felt wonderful. I lightly placed a fleeting kiss her on her lips, so light in fact that they barely touched. Having licked a finger I gently rubbed it back and forth along her lips, sometimes easing between her lips to rub it along her teeth. After a short while mum opened her mouth and began to suck on it.

"Was dad gentle with you?"

"Your father was sweet and very gentle, but...."

"But what, you would have preferred him to be a little more forceful at times?"

Mum hid her face, by burying it in my shoulder. "Yes, sometime I wish he would get a little rougher."

"Did you tell him you would like him to be a little more forceful?"

She removed her face from my shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes.

"No, I wish I had now."

I kissed her lightly on the lips a lingering kiss which lasted until I ran my tongue along them, gradually spreading her lips as I pushed my tongue further into her mouth. Her mouth opened and was greeted by her tongue duelling with mine. Still locked in each other's arms our mouths wrestled until the saliva ran down our chins causing us to stop and dry our chins on her nightdress.

I kissed her on the lips, then the chin, moving down to her throat and finally her nipples.

"Darling do you like sucking mummy's breasts?"

"Yes I love it but I wish they were loaded with milk."

"Well you never know."

"What does that mean?"

"Oh nothing, it really doesn't matter."

"Remember what you said about regretting not telling dad about your fantasy and now you're doing it to me, and after everything we've talked about."

"Your right I should tell you, well I fantasised that I was breast feeding you and our daughter at the same time."

"What do you mean by our daughter?"

"Well I fantasised that I wanted a baby and you got me pregnant."

"Since this no longer needs to be a fantasy, do you still want to get pregnant?"

"I don't know, I can't tell if it is something I really want, or after all it is just a fantasy."

While Julia was talking, she manoeuvred herself onto her back, which meant I had to follow if I still wanted to suck and play with her tits. She took my hand and placed it between her legs and held it there with her hand over mine.

"Darling, please touch me, feel my body, play with me and put your fingers inside me."

It wasn't long before my fingers became saturated with her juices, so occasionally I would lift my fingers up to her mouth, and rub them along her lips, then kiss her. The first time I did this on my way back down to reinsert my fingers inside her, I grabbed her hand and placed it on my cock with instructions to massage it.

After about ten minutes Julia began to respond to my fingers, moaning and pushing back as I slid my fingers in and out. Shortly after she grabbed me.

"Come on darling make love to me."

She guided me in as I climbed on top of her then I started to perform. It seemed like seconds before Julia began to moan and wriggle, pulling me tighter, forcing her lips against mine. Then it happened she orgasmed in the midst of a severe convulsion, then totally collapsed, just as I was warming up, so I kept going.

"Please darling no more."

"I haven't cum yet."

"I can't help that you're hurting me."

"We've only been going a couple of minutes."

"Well it's time to stop."

I just ignored her and kept going, I wasn't going to give up just like that.

"Please Rod stop, I want you to stop."

I increased my pace and exerted more power.

"Shut the fuck up I'll stop when I'm ready to stop."

Attempting to push me away she said.

"You fucking stop now, get out of my cunt." She screamed. "Get off, get off."

"Julia, Julia, oh Julia, language, language, you shouldn't speak to your husband like that while he is performing his conjugal duties."

"Fuck your conjugal duties get off of me."

All of a sudden she began to shake violently as she was hit with a second orgasm. Grabbing me, wrapping her legs around me, she pulled me tight against her and began to push back as hard as I was ramming into her. Her mumbling in between grunts and groans was incoherent, with her finally collapsing, just as I cum inside her. Julia turned her head away as I collapsed on top of her, I rested my chin on the top of her shoulder and buried my face in the pillow.

We laid together in that position for a couple of minutes during which time not a word was spoken, although I was positive I felt her slightly trembling. Raising myself up on my arms I leaned across to look at her and noticed tears running down her face. I rolled off so that I could lie facing her.

"Oh god mum did I hurt you, I'm so sorry?"

"No darling, it is I that should be apologising to you after saying those things to you. I'm disgusted with myself.

"Oh babe, don't you know I want to hear you talk like that. Why do you think I say those kind of things to you, I want you to know that it is ok to say them."

I pulled her close and kissed her, then Julia wrapped her arms around me and kissed me back. Our kissing lasted for about ten minutes before she started to complain that my semen was running down her leg. She broke our embrace then wiped herself with her nightdress, kissed me again, then said, she was going for a shower.

"I'll come with you."

"Not this time, you just lay there and recover your strength."

I could only think that her refusal for me to accompany her was because she still had some reservations about being naked in front of me.

It was three quarters of an hour later before she re-entered the bedroom wearing an extremely short black satin robe, I assumed it belong to the black nightdress set. Standing at the side of the bed she opened the robe and let it fall from her shoulders. The black mass had gone, in its place was a neatly close trimmed heart shaped patch with the point of the heart just above her vagina.

"What do you think?"

"I think it is fantastic, come back to bed and we'll try it out."

Mum, while bending over with her hands placed on the bed, as she was about to climb on, caught me looking at her breasts. They were hanging down to their full extent, and what a wonderful sight they were to.

"Darling would you like me to lean over you like this so you can suck my nipples?"

While shifting my position, mum climbed on the bed and from behind my head, on all fours, crawled forward until her breasts were directly over me. She dipped slightly allowing me to take a nipple in my mouth. As I alternated between the two mother said.

"That's it darling you mustn't favour one more than the other. While you're sucking use both hands to massage my tits try to stretch them, make them bigger, I want bigger tits and nipples for you to play with. You make me feel so sexy, I've never felt like this before, why didn't your father make feel like this? I want you to take me shopping to buy some very short mini-skirts."

"We could get them on line."

"No, I want you to take me shopping to buy them, I want to try them on in the shop, so you can see if you like them. I want the sales assistant to see me wearing them and know that you're buying them for me. Recently darling, I think of you less and less as my son, and more and more as my husband. In future call me Julia or Jules, mummy is just occasionally for the bedroom."

"Well mummy move further down the bed, it's time I tasted you."

Julia ended up lying in the middle of the bed with me kneeling at her side, bent over kissing her. Gradually moving down her body, I continued to apply kisses. From her lips down to her chin, then her throat, her breasts, her body and in passing, dipping my tongue in her naval. As I skirted around the well-trimmed heart I pushed her legs apart and positioned myself between them. Julia's excitement must have been intense because small droplets of fluid were forming at the entrance to her vagina. When I looked up she was breathing heavily her breasts were heaving and juddering like a boat in a storm.

I heard her gasp at the initial shock of feeling my tongue as it lapped several droplets from her body. She gasped again as I lightly pressed my tongue against her pussy, slightly spreading the lips, allowing me to run my tongue up and down the slit. However the biggest reaction so far was when slipped my tongue inside her flicking it in and out causing her to moan and groan and question my actions.

"Rod what are you do to me, you're driving me mad with that tongue of yours?"

For the first time I was able to get a look at her clit. It was larger and longer than I imagined, just like a small penis, or I should say a very small penis. Although it seemed just big enough to take into my mouth, but thought it would be more effective trapped between my lips, so moving up I took it between my lips, and replaced my tongue with two fingers. Mum began to thrash around as I began to co-ordinate the movement of my fingers with my tongue. My fingers were flashing in and out of her while my tongue, having trapped her clit between my lips, was flicking across its tip sending all sorts of sensations through her body.

"Oh darling what are you doing to me that feels so fantastic? Your father never ever tried to do what you are doing to me."

Mum propped herself up on her forearms to watch me perform, but remained only seconds in that position before collapsing back, considerably weakened from the attention she was receiving. I alternated between her clit and her pussy, by removing my love juice saturated fingers to rub across her nipples, while jamming my tongue in her pussy, whipping it in and out, fucking her with my tongue. It was while I was performing with my tongue and rubbing my nose against her clit that she began to reach her climax, failing to control herself, she screamed abuse at me.

"You dirty bastard, fucking your mother's cunt with your tongue, lapping up my juices like a fucking camel."

From all the stories about her upbringing I never believed she would use such language or allow any man to treat her this way, but once she experienced this form of love making, it became a regular practice during our sexual encounters. Not every time, but more than occasionally.

Finally she collapsed and laid there for a minute or two regaining her composure, before aggressively grabbing and pulling my hair to force me back up into her arms. She wrapped her arms around me pulling me close, crushing her breasts, flattening them against my chest. Julia kissed me forcing her tongue into my mouth to taste her own juices, then licked my face lapping up anything she had missed. She whispered in my ear "Now you can fuck me."

I rolled her over onto her back, positioned myself between her legs, spreading of which had been an involuntary reaction on her part. It would seem that I was not quick enough to enter her because she grabbed me, gave it several pumps then guided me inside her. I slipped my hands under her body, beneath her shoulder blades to be precise, and slowly began to work myself in and out of her. Mum became impatient and told me to get on with it.

"What you want me to go faster?"

"Yes I want you to fuck me faster."

I stopped raised myself up and looked her straight in the eye.

"You're getting a bit of a dirty mouth on you."

"Well you have only you self to blame, now fucking get on with it."

I smiled to myself as I collapsed on her almost knocking the air out of her, making her catch her breath, as I resumed our copulation with an enhanced vigour. Then, she complained I was being too rough, which only encouraged me to take full advantage of her vulnerability. I don't think I could have gone any faster or have been more forceful if I tried. Julia was begging me to ease up on her, to be gentler. Then it must have hit her, she started screaming abuse and thrashing around. Afterwards she said it had been the most powerful orgasm she had experienced in her life, up to that point.

Rolling off of her onto my side, I pulled her close and we kissed. Feeling her nipple press into my chest I grabbed it and began to twist it, pull on it, stretching it out.

"Suck it for me darling, I love it when you suck it."

We comforted each other for another 5 minutes before Julia suggested that it was now my turn to take a shower.

"Are you going to join me?"

"I don't think so darling not this time."

"But you said that last time when are we going to shower together?"

"I don't know, I prefer our love making to be carried out in bed, it's much more comfortable, now off you go."

Disappointed I rolled out of bed, went and had my shower and returned 20 minutes later to find the bedroom empty, mum had disappeared. Still naked I climbed back into bed and waited for her return. It wasn't long before she re-entered the bedroom only this time she had clothes on. She made her way to the side of the bed and stood there silently ensuring I got a good look at her.

Julia was wearing a very thin, very tight jumper. The thing that struck me the most was just how much her nipples were jutting out with the jumper moulded around them. It was so obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. She was also wearing a short mini skirt, which was surprising because it didn't look new and I know she hadn't worn mini-skirts before. It was then I realized that she had cut up one of her original skirts to shorten it, so it just about kept her modesty intact. She stood there nervously, both hands fumbling with her skirt causing the hem to rise to a point where everything was about to become visible. At that point Julia would then stop fiddling and the hem would drop back to its original height. I could picture men's reactions if she walked down the road looking like that.

"Daddy can I get into bed with you?

Oh my, it looked as if we were going to have a little roll play, and I was definitely going to play along.

"Of course you can baby." Julia climbed in beside me.

"Will you cuddle me daddy?" I turned towards her and she snuggled into me.

"Daddy should I take my jumper off in bed?"

"You shouldn't really wear it in bed."

"I know, but I'm not wearing a bra, should I still take it off?"

"Yes, I think you should sweetheart."

Julia sat up, pulled the jumper off over her head and laid down again snuggling up close to me. She looked up into my eyes.

"Daddy I've still got my skirt on, and I'm not wearing any knickers underneath, should I take that off to?"

"Yes sweetheart, you shouldn't be wearing a skirt in bed."

Julia turned onto her back, then I felt her rocking from side to side as she eased the skirt over her hips, then down her legs, kicking it free when it reached her ankles. Finally she wrapped an arm around me and pulled herself close, with us both reacting as you would expect, when two healthy naked bodies make contact.

"Daddy I can feel you pressing against me, have you got an erection?"

"Yes baby I'm so sorry."

"Can I touch it?"

"You want to touch it?"

"Yes daddy and I want to hold it."

Julia leaned over and kissed me crushing her tits against my chest. I felt her fingers wrap around my cock and began to toss me off. Slowly at first but began to speed up until she felt me respond to her ministrations. She worked her way down my body kissing parts of me as she went until I felt the softness of her breasts straddle my cock.

"Daddy, please cum between my tits, I know that's what you like.

Whether because my sexy mother was playing the role of my daughter, at this point I could not explain why I was so worked up. I felt unbelievably erotic as I rolled Julia onto her back allowing most of my weight to crush her and fucked the shit out of her tits. It wasn't long after I spewed semen all over her neck, face and lips, that I moved up and forced her to take my cock in her mouth, encouraging her to suck me clean.

By this time it was late afternoon, and neither of us had eaten all day. We laid there wrapped in each other's arms, me recovering from the previous exertion, Julia maintaining her role as my daughter exploring every part of my body. As I lie there, enjoying my daughter's manipulation of my body, something in the back of my mind was telling me that I had missed something. I don't like puzzles and I was getting more frustrated as I played back the whole recent scenario in my mind before realizing what I had missed.

"Sweetheart how did you know that's what I like to do on women's breasts?"

"Mummy told me."

"When did she tell you?"

"About six months before she died, you would be at work, she was confined to bed, so I would sit with her and we would talk. She made me promise to look after you in every way possible and she would explain to me how to achieve that.

"What did she say to you?"

"She said, that would be for another time, now I want you to make love to me properly."

We spent the rest of the evening improving on the day's activities, and it was late at night before we both ended up showering together. Before I joined her, Julia spent time teasing me as she pressed her soapy tits hard against the glass door, almost burying those large puffy nipples within her breasts. I stood there hypnotised, watching her nipples flip around as she dragged her tits back and forth across the glass.

I couldn't stand it any longer, I pulled the shower door open, stepped inside, grabbed her, pressed against the wall and began to kiss her and squeeze her breasts. Julia's fingers wrapped around my cock and began to rub the tip up and down the entrance to her vagina.

She whispered in my ear. "Fuck mummy darling, fuck me hard." She cried out in pain owing to my aim being a little off, but within seconds she began purring as I slipped inside her and carried out her request. Our arms were wrapped tightly around, squeezing each other, and as we kissed we grunted, due to the efforts we were both putting in to our love making, until we were almost at the point of exhaustion then it happened we both climaxed.

After, as we both laid naked in bed mum cuddled me and brought her tit up to my mouth to encourage me to suckle. With her free hand she gently stroked my cock while I slowly eased my fingers in and out of her vagina. How long we remain like that is difficult to say but before we fell asleep we had changed positions which enabled us to kiss with our bodies in close contact.

Monday morning dressed for work, I wandered downstairs and found mum in the kitchen cooking breakfast wearing that black sexy nightdress on which she wiped herself. You could see it was stained and crusty in certain areas.

"Haven't you something clean to wear?"

"I wanted to show you how much I liked what you did to me and thought perhaps if I wore this next time you could get it in a worse state while I'm wearing it."

Moving behind her I pulled her to me putting one arm around her to hold and squeeze her tits and the other to squeeze the cheeks of her ass.

"You are a very naughty son, darling."

And so over the following months the romance between mother and me blossomed beyond all expectation, in private we became husband and wife. We would usually go out at least once over a weekend, the cinema, trips to places of interest, restaurants and theatres. After seeing a show we were coming out through the lobby when I felt a tap on the shoulder, I turned and there was Yvonne.

"Hello Rod."

"Hello Yvonne."

Yvonne introduced us to a female friend, Helen, who I assumed was her girlfriend and I introduced mother as my mother and not a girlfriend as I had sometimes done to people who didn't know my mother.

We stood talking for about five minutes, you know small talk, what did you think of the show, that sort of thing, before we said goodnight?

When we got home and snuggled down in bed together Julia said.

"That Yvonne's a nice girl and she likes you, why don't you ask her out?"

"She wouldn't go out with me, all the guys from work have asked her out and she refused, they say she's a lesbian, you saw her friend."

"Just because she has a friend whose girl doesn't mean that it is romantic or sexual and I don't believe she is a lesbian like your friends say."

"Are you saying you want me to go out with her?"

"No what I'm saying is, that if you find a girl that you would like to marry and have children with, our relationship doesn't have to change, we can still find the odd occasion when we can make love, that is of course if you still want to. Because the difference in our ages there is going to become a time where sex no longer interests me and you would become frustrated, that is why you need someone nearer your own age, and Yvonne looks very nice."

The following Monday I ran into Yvonne at the coffee machine, it was certainly accidental on my side, I wasn't sure about her.

"Hello Rod, did you enjoy the show Saturday night?"

"Yes I thought it very good."

"Your mother, she very attractive."

"So I've been told.

We spoke for a further few minutes before returning to our departments. In the evening I told mum of Yvonne's comments saying just how attractive she was. Although mum wasn't that impressed she did reiterate that she thought Yvonne was attracted to me and wasn't a lesbian.

Yvonne and I continued to casually bump into each other at the coffee machine and although I looked for the signs I still never got the impression that we were anything but casual acquaintances.

It was at the companies Christmas Eve party that things began to change. The girls in Yvonne's department grouped together as did we lads from our department. It was after the Senior Partner's speech when the dancing began. Our guys would go across to the girls and ask them to dance, but it was Yvonne who always got asked first, but she would decline their request, which only went to reinforce my opinion of her.

I was at the bar ordering a drink when I felt a tap on the shoulder, when I turned around Yvonne was standing there.

"Would you like a drink?"

"No thank you, but I would like you to ask me to dance."

It took me a few seconds to recover, I was taken aback and certainly not expecting that. I held my hand out.

"Would you like to dance?"

"Yes I would thank you."

I took her in my arms and we eased ourselves between the couples dancing in the small area allocated for dancing. Yvonne was dancing very close to me both her arms were around my neck and I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest and her groin rubbing against mine. I didn't think it was deliberate, I thought it was because there were so many couples dancing in such a limited area that being crushed together was inevitable.

She whispered in my ear. "Why have you never asked me out?"

"The guys tell me you have always refused when they have asked you out, so I didn't think there was any point in me asking you, and...." I realized what I was about to say and stopped there.

"I don't go out with every guy that asks me, and I only go out with those who I think are suitable, and as far as I am concerned they are not suitable. Also I know what they say about me and I'm not."

"You're not what?"

"You want me to say it, well I'm not a lesbian, there satisfied. Now you can ask me out."

I asked if she would be my partner at a New Year's Eve party, she said that she had already been invited to a party and would I like to go with her. I said that I would, and that New Year's Eve bash became the start of a beautiful romance and what a romance, but that's another story for another day.

The End