ME, MY MOTHER & A SMALL CARAVAN

My parents broke up during my first year of university. I think without me there, they just didn't have anything in common anymore.

Before that, every summer my parents would save coupons from newspapers and go on the cheap holidays they offered, as it was all we could afford.

On the phone with my mother one night, she lamented that we wouldn't be going on our little holidays any more. She sounded so sad and lonely, it was painful, I just wanted to cheer her up.

"Why don't just me and you go?" I suggested.

"Really?" she asked, seeming to brighten up.

"Sure! I have some time off coming up in a month or so, get saving the coupons and we'll go away, just the two of us."

I was actually excited about the idea myself.

I had always been very close to my mother. My dad had always been a manly-man type who liked football and beer and never understood his sensitive son who preferred reading books and playing geeky games with his friends. Me and my mother liked all the same movies and played some of those geeky games together. She was a teaching assistant at the local primary school and was very artistic and sensitive herself.

After that conversation, the holiday was all we talked about. A few weeks later when we had both bought enough newspapers to get all the coupons, we discussed our options.

We didn't have a whole lot of money to spend, and the best options we could afford were in a holiday park, with either three nights in a large static caravan with a bedroom each, or six nights in a small caravan with only a double bed.

"Shall I book the static caravan then?" my mother suggested. "I think we should go for the smaller one myself, we get a whole week then." I offered. "I doubt there's a sofa to sleep on, and the floor space will be tiny?" my mother said, confused. "I mean we'll just have to share the bed silly." I said. "You'd want to share a bed together?" she asked, a little shocked. "Don't you want to?" I asked. "Sure, I wanted to suggest it, I just assumed you'd find it weird!" she said, sounding happy.

So my mother booked the holiday, and we got planning.

It was strange, I did really miss my mother while I was living in the halls at my university, and whenever I thought about sharing a bed with her, I got a raging hard on, and my heart would start pounding. I'd always been kind of flirty with my mother, as she was exactly the kind of woman I found attractive.

Dark chestnut hair that fell below her shoulders, blue eyes almost too big for her face, thick swollen lips and perky cheekbones on a thick, chubby body with a broad backside and full, 38F breasts.

That night as I masturbated I kept imagining my mother. I tried to push her out but I couldn't, and I climaxed whilst picturing my mother in one of the silk nighties she used to wear during our movie nights. It felt really strange but it was one of the best masturbation sessions I'd ever had.

A couple of days later, while in the university library I got a text message from my mother.

"Eep! I don't know which swimming costume to get!"

Without thinking I replied "Take pics in the mirror, I'll help pick." I panicked when I realised I had sent it. Worried I had freaked her out, my panic soon faded when I recieved a photo of my mother, holding her phone up to the full length mirror in the changing cubicle. My mother was wearing a dark purple tankini, her full breasts swelling beneath the tight material and the thick thighs bare. My heart just about burst. I had always had a thing for swimsuits, they are just as, if not more sexy than lingerie.

Barely managing to keep my trembling fingers still enough to type, I replied "Very nice! Maybe you want to wear something a bit more revealing, though, turn some heads ;)". I was certain I had overstepped the boundary here, but I couldn't help myself.

Trying to control my rapid breathing, an eternity later, I got another picture.

"You mean like this? ;)" she had written, with a picture of her in a tiny yellow bikini, obviously too small for her. She was a size 22 in UK sizing, and she was clearly wearing a 16 or an 18. Her large breasts were spilling out, and the bottoms were tiny, like porn stars wear, with a tiny triangle covering her pubic hair.

"That was a joke by the way :p" she added beneath the picture.

I quickly replied back "Much better! Get that one! I'd definitely want to shag you if I saw you in that by the pool ;)" I was certain I had gone too far, but that I could just add "If I was some random guy" if she got weirded out.

She replied back "Would you now? You're making your mother blush young man! I'd better go easy on the wine while we're there then, I'm an easy drunk ;)"

Wow. That was too much for me. I collected my books, went straight back to my room and masturbated furiously while looking at the pictures my mother had sent me. "What am I doing masturbating over my mother?" I asked myself. Was she reciprocating? Was she flirting back? We had always been very intimate, affectionate and close, I couldn't tell if she was just being my mother.

Later, I got a text. "Thank for helping me choose, I got the purple tankini and the yellow bikini, as per your suggestion :p"

"Any time! Pity I already have some swimshorts. I could always send you a pic of me in some tiny speedos if you wanted ;)" I replied.

"Don't tease your mother, I haven't seen a 19 year-old man half naked since before you were born!" she replied.

The following week, my mother picked me up from my halls in her little hatchback and we set off on our holiday.

I gave her a big cuddle and kissed her cheek as I got into the car.

She was wearing a low cut strappy top and shorts, with sunglasses on as there was currently a heatwave going on.

It dawned on me I would be sharing a bed with this woman for six nights, I didn't know how the hell I was going to cope.

We chatted excitedly all the way, an eventually she said "I just want you to know that even though you're with me, don't let me stop you if you meet some kids your own age. Just no bringing girls back to the caravan." she said all this sounding a little sad.

"Don't be daft, I'm on holiday with you, we're going to have a great time! I'm worried you'll meet some bloke and I'll have to sit alone in the caravan while you're off somewhere else."

My mother scoffed. "Don't worry, that won't happen."

I shrugged. "Well, any fella seeing you in your purple swimsuit is gonna have other ideas!"

She laughed. "Well, let's make a pact not to leave each other then, hm?" she suggested.

"Deal." I agreed. "Unless you feel cheeky?" I suggested, feeling the roots of trepidation at was I wanted to suggest.

"Oh yes?" she asked.

"What if we pretended I was your toyboy?" I suggested. My mother burst out laughing. "Are you serious?"

"Sure! We're going somewhere no-one knows us, it'll put other people off trying it on so we won't be tempted, and it'll be funny winding people up. I want to give you an ego boost after the divorce, and other women seeing you with a guy half your age while they are all there with their beer-bellied old farts will make them really jealous."

My mother grinned. "Deal."

The caravan was tiny. The left was a lounge area with opposing seating with a collapsible table in the middle which folded away to turn the seating into the bed, which was evidently not a double, more like a one and a half. The right had a small cooking area and a closet with a chemical toilet in it.

Despite the size, I liked the idea that me and my mother would always be so close to each other, though the bed would certainly have us squeezed together, which excited me in a way I knew shouldn't.

We unpacked our stuff and packed them away in the various cubbies and discussed what to do next.

"After that drive, I'm ready to hit the pool" my mother suggested, mopping her brow.

"Sounds good to me" I agreed.

"Last chance to back out of our deal" my mother said. "You can't go changing your mind when you see all those 18 year old girls at the pool in their bikinis."

I laughed. "I told you, I'm here with you, I'm not going to throw away a fun time with my mother that I rarely get

to see any more just because some girl catches my eye. Anyway, I can't stand teenage girls, I prefer them a bit more mature."

"Just as well then, because I'm very mature." my mother teased. I shrugged.

"Exactly the way I like 'em. Come on, enough gassing, take your new toy boyfriend to the pool so he can show you off."

My mother laughed. "I'll be doing plenty of my own showing off too."

We wrapped our swimming costumes up in our towels. I was disappointed to see the purple tankini.

"Hey, where's the yellow bikini?" I demanded playfully.

"I'm not wearing that in a public pool!" she said. "I got that for sunbathing, where I won't be jiggling around and popping out everywhere."

Now that was a mental image.

"Pity, I was looking forward to putting you back in when you popped out. I am your boyfriend now after all." I said, hoping it came across as cheeky and that my nerves didn't betray my voice.

She raised her eyebrow. "Well, I suppose that's what boyfriends do, we want to be convincing after all." she said.

When we got to the pool, the changing cubicles were unisex. We agreed a couple would share one, not take one each, so we found a double cubicle and entered, sliding the bolt to lock us in.

I couldn't stop myself watching my mother undressing. I tried to do it discretely but women know when they are being watched, there's nothing you can do about it. Plus I was so distracted I was fumbling dumbly with my own clothing.

She took off her strappy top to reveal a white strapless bra, her huge breasts spilling over the top. She slid off her shorts showing me a matching pair of white panties, her broad backside round and perfect.

It was at this point she turned to me.

"Well, aren't you all grown up." she said.

I was confused for a second before I looked down and realised I had undressed to my boxers and I had a full erection straining to escape them. I flushed bright red and instinctively moved my hand to cover it. She laughed and said "Relax, I know boys your age, you get hard over a shapely table leg."

I smiled. "I suppose the little guy just reacts to any gorgeous woman, no matter who she is." I said.

"I still have another layer of clothing to go, do I need to fear for my eyes?" she joked. "Maybe you should turn sideways when you take your boxers off, don't want you prodding my eyes out."

She remained looking into my eyes as she unclipped her bra and slid it down over her arms, revealing her huge 38F breasts. She must have heard me gasp. "Your fat old mother really that nice to look at?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips, the action pushing her chest out, her breasts swaying slightly.

"I won't lie" I said "If we were the couple we're pretending to be, there would be some very mischievous goings-on in this cubicle right now."

"What a shame. I haven't had any mischief in a long time." she said.

I smiled and slid off my boxers, my 7 inch thick erection springing up as the waistband went over it. It was my mother's turn to gasp. "To think, if you weren't my son we'd have very satisfied expressions on our faces when we finally got into that pool."

She slid off her panties. How I didn't shoot my load there and then I don't know. After hearing her say that then drop her panties, exposing her broad hips and triangle of dark fluff, I could feel my erection twitching, my balls pulsing. A tiny drop of precum glistened as it oozed out of the end. We just kind of stood staring at each other for a while.

Had being apart for months at a time really done this to us? Made us see each other as individuals, not family? Or did we have separation anxiety, where upon reuniting our feelings are distorted and amplified into sexual tension?

"Can I hug you?" I asked.

"You want to hug me? Like this" she asked, looking down at her naked body.

I nodded. "I've missed you so much and I just realised we haven't had a proper hug yet."

She smiled. "You're right, we haven't."

She opened her arms and stepped forward. "Just... be careful with that." she added, nodding downwards at my erection.

I stepped into her arms and wrapped mine around her, squeezing her naked body against mine. Her breasts squashed against my chest and she wrapped her arms round my shoulders. It felt amazing. I felt some of the tension dissolve, but my erection still strained between us, hanging in the air as I kept my hips away from hers. She surprised me by lowering her arms to my lower back and pulling my hips against hers. "It's okay, you can hug me properly, we shouldn't feel awkward just cos your mother's fat old body gave you a hard-on."

My erection nestled into her pubic hair, and a raging heat was burning down there.

We stood in that embrace for a long time, stroking each other's backs, squeezing each other. Her breasts were driving me crazy, and my erection was twitching wildly as it was squeezed between us.

I could feel something. It was almost imperceptible, but her hips could have been moving.

We eventually released the hug and put on our swimwear.

We swam together and playfought in the pool, and I'm certain people believed we were a couple. We certainly acted like it.

Hours later, we returned to the caravan, heated up some beans and toasted some bread and had our dinner watching a DVD on the portable DVD player we had brought.

As evening drew on, we decided to head out to the campsite club to see what nightlife there was. Neither me or my mother were nightlife people but on holiday we liked a drink and a dance.

We found a table and I ordered us a couple of drinks, showing my driving licence to the barmaid to prove I was old enough.

We chatted at our table as the night went on, and every now and then a song would come on that we would get up and dance to. We were certainly getting looks from other people, most of whom were older couples or families with children in their early teens. forty and fifty-something women were indeed giving my mother jealous glances, and girls my own age were looking at us with evident "What's he doing with her?" expressions on their faces.

We loved it, and muttered in each other's ear's whenever we saw someone looking, and to others it probably looked like we were discussing what we were going to do to each other once we got back to our caravan.

I wished we were.

The night wound down, and the DJ put on the obligatory slowdance. We were sat at our table when it began and we looked at each other.

"Come on, let's not disappoint our audience." I joked and stood, holding out my hand for her to take.

She smiled and took it, and I led her onto the dance floor where we embraced each other, pressed our hips against one another's and swayed to the soppy love song, gazing into each other's eyes.

Into the first chorus I trailed my hands down her back and rested them on her backside, squeezing gently. She grinned and bit her lip, though I don't know if she was genuinely enjoying it or was maintaining the act.

I left my hands there the whole song, massaging her gorgeous ass cheeks, until finally, the last chorus began to close and all the couples on the dance floor began kissing.

We saw them all and looked at each other. I wasn't sure if my mother wanted to maintain the illusion this far, but to my surprise she leant forward and whispered in my ear "We've come this far..." and looked into my eyes.

We leant in simultaneously, tilting our heads, closing our eyes and opening our mouths.

They found each other.

I had kissed my mother plenty of times, but this wasn't an affectionate peck. This was a kiss.

It felt more natural that it had any right to, and we both sighed as the kiss deepened and we melted into each other, the kiss drowning out everything around us. We were no longer dancing, just standing in the middle of the dance floor, me devouring each other's mouths until we realised the song had ended and everyone was leaving the dance floor. We smiled bashfully at each other and I took her hand.

"Come on, it's bed time." I said.

We strolled through the park leisurely, hand in hand, not talking. We didn't need to.

When we got back to the caravan, we stripped down to our underwear, and climbed into the not-quite-double bed, still remaining silent. We had intended to use separate covers, but we both got under hers. She slid in first and turned to face me as I slid in beside her.

"It's too warm for pyjamas, is that okay?" she asked me.

I nodded and nestled up against her. "Not too warm to snuggle are you?" I asked.

"Never" she smiled.

I slid my arm under her head which she rested upon and she surprised me by hooking her leg over mine. Her breasts squashed up against my chest through her bra. She shifted restlessly then unhooked her bra, sighing as the tight garment released its grip on her, though the cups stayed in place.

"It's scratchy." I muttered, and she lifted slightly, and I took hold of the fabric between the cups and pulled her bra off, sliding it off her arms and tossing it on the floor. When we nestled back together her bare breasts pressed against my chest.

We kept inching our heads closer together until finally our mouths were nearly touching.

She parted her lips in invitation and I kissed her again. She froze in brief self-awareness then sank into the kiss.

We kissed for an eternity, caressing each other's backs, and our hips instinctively pushed together, and began grinding.

She eventually released the kiss and whispered "This is crazy."

We looked into each other's eyes. I swallowed hard and whispered. "Perhaps we should keep behaving like a couple, even when we are alone."

She fixed me a hard stare and pushed me away. Before I had chance to try make an excuse or feel hurt, she reached down and slid her panties off, tossing them onto the floor. I slid my own boxers off with trembling hands and we nervously shifted back together, my unbridled erection pressing against her thigh.

We were both trembling, and her breathing grew as erratic as mine, though we continued kissing and caressing each other.

I slid my hand around her body and cupped her breast in my hand, kneading gently. She moaned into my mouth and began grinding her hips against mine.

I found her nipple and rolled it between my fingers, making her gasp with intermittent pinches.

I felt her trying to shift, pulling against me. I couldn't believe this was happening.

Without releasing our kiss, I rolled on top of her and her legs fell open, her thick thighs either side of mine.

The heat from her was almost unbearable, and my straining erection twitched against her thigh. I pushed my hips forward, and felt the tip of my erection prod the flesh beside her vagina. She moaned nervously and neither of us dared release the kiss. Had we opened our eyes at that moment we both knew we would lose our nerve and stop.

I steered the head of my erection toward the heat, thinking over and over this is it.

The head of my erection found her hole. It was dripping wet, and burning with passion. I shook as I pushed, feeling her vagina envelop the head of my erection. She gripped me tightly and whimpered, and I slowly sank the entire length of my erection into my mother's willing vagina. Her fleshy tunnel pulsed and quivered around my length, massaging my erection in a way I had never felt before.

We then released our kiss and opened our eyes, our stare meeting and we gazed, wide-eyed at each other, both in utter disbelief that this was happening, that I was balls-deep inside my own mother.

It was too much. My entire body quivered uncontrollably and I felt my balls tense up. She felt my orgasm begin and she gripped me tightly, parting her legs wider to give me greater depth, gazing into my eyes as my hips instinctively jerked forwards and I climaxed, my balls tightening forcing a welt of my semen deep inside my mother. I gripped her shoulders and jerked my hips as wave after wave of ecstacy rocked my body and my semen flooded my mothers vagina, the walls gripping and massaging my swollen erection, teasing out every welt of burning semen.When my orgasm finally subsided, I lifted my head and gazed into my mother's eyes. She gazed back, stroking my hair tenderly.

"I came inside you..." I muttered.

She smiled lovingly. "I didn't really expect I'd be needing condoms for a holiday with my son." she said warmly

"Are you not on the pill or anything?" I asked, somewhat panicked. She shook her head. "It's been a long time since I've needed to." she replied.

"What if I've got you pregnant?" I asked. She shook her head.

"There's a town a couple of miles from the site, I'm sure there'll be a chemist I can get the morning after pill from." she assured me.

"Should we get some condoms?" I suggested. She looked at me. "I don't know if we should do this again..." she muttered. "You're my son. No matter how much we pretend to be a couple, we know we are mother and son, and we just had sex."

"Didn't you want to do it?" I asked.

"It doesn't matter what I wanted, my emotions made me take things too far. I miss you so much while you're away and we over compensated." she said. "I'm your mother, I shouldn't have let things go this far."

I kissed her, and she resisted slightly. My quickly-recovering erection began probing at her vagina again. She broke off the kiss and whimpered "we can't, it's not right, I want to so badly but you're my son."

I found her entrance and once again sank my erection into her. She moaned and tensed up, gripping me tightly and her legs writhing on the bed. I threw the cover off us so I could look at our naked bodies as we made love again.

Her resistance ceased and we began writhing together. Me lunging my hips, sinking my erection into my mother over and over, and her bucking underneath me, her huge breasts bouncing beneath me. She began moaning not with the love of before, but with lust. It was lower and sluttier, and her hands pawed at my body. My first orgasm over, I knew I would have the stamina to fuck my mother properly this time, before I unloaded my balls inside her again.

We knew the caravan must have been rocking like a broken washing machine, but we didn't care.

We were lost to everything but each other as we lunged at each other, our hips pounding together, my mouth alternating between her breasts and her mouth. I felt her tense beneath me and she squealed "You're making me cum!" before her mouth fell open in a soundless scream and she jerked beneath me like an electric current was surging through her.

"Cum with me, cum inside me again!" she moaned, and I pinned her to the bed and thrust furiously, clapping against her hips in a way that must have hurt her, but I found my limit and latched my mouth onto hers as again my balls emptied, throwing even more of my young semen up into my mother's still-fertile womb. Her legs locked around mine this time, holding me in place with a strength I never knew was in her, and her vagina squeezed and milked my cock furiously, pulling every drop of my cum out of my length and into her waiting cervix.

Our orgasms subsided and we breathlessly kissed, our tongues finally coming into play and they wrestled sloppily as our sweaty bodies swelled and deflated with laboured respiration.

"Fuck me that was so good." my mother gasped. I nodded in agreement, frustrated that my cock was slackening. I felt it slip out of my mother with a squelching noise and a glob of my sperm leaked out after it.

"Fuck it, you're my toyboy for this holiday." my mother said. "And I may have to come visit you at your halls whenever I'm missing you." she said.

I grinned. "As long as we can keep it quiet there, they all know you're my mother, if you start begging me to cum inside you again, we'll be getting some very strange looks."

My mother laughed. She was so beautiful.

"I've never had a serious girlfriend because I've been waiting for a woman like you." I said. I had felt that for a long time, and I felt that now was the time to tell her.

She smiled up at me. "I wanted you to fuck me in the pool cubicle today" she declared.

"I nearly shot cum all over your belly when we had that hug." I admitted. She giggled. "What a waste that would have been!"

"So shall we get some condoms tomorrow?" I asked. My mother shook her head.

"I want you inside me. I want to feel your cum pumping into me whenever you finish, and I want to walk around knowing my son's swimmers are inside my body.

I felt my most complete when I was pregnant with you, and feeling you inside me again, it makes me feel as complete as I did then."

I grinned. I hated using condoms, and the thought that my mother had my cum inside her was too exciting to give up.

We fell asleep cuddling, kissing and whispering like lovers, before waking up halfway through the night and making love again.

We spent most of the morning having sex again before we finally made our way to the pool. I was back inside my mother within seconds of locking the cubicle, and my mother struggled to stay quiet as I pounded her against the cubicle door.

Our antics became infamous in that campsite, as my mother's moans and the rocking of the caravan were evident to anyone who came within a stone's throw of it.

We even snuck around the back of the club a couple of nights for a quickie, and were almost discovered by staff. The slow dances were so sexy, knowing my mother had my cum leaking out of her vagina as we danced, and that night I would be shooting more up inside her as soon as we got back into the caravan.

When the holiday ended, my mother came to my room for few hours before she left for home. I struggled to keep her quiet but I managed to fill her twice before she left.

It was painful when we separated, but she had work the next day. We see each other most weekends and spend all week texting and sending each other pictures and having phone sex. It'll be the summer vacation soon, and I know exactly where I'll be spending it. I just hope our neigbours don't hear my mother begging me to fill her with my cum.I shoved my books into my bag for the last time that term. The first year of my literature degree had just ended, and my mother would be picking me up to take me back home for the summer.

Two months ago, my mother and I had taken a short holiday together and what started as a playful game escalated into us becoming full-blown lovers. I still masturbate nightly about the first time we had had sex; getting into our shared bed a little tipsy after a night at the campsite social club having made a pact to pretend to be a couple, and all the day's semi-acted flirting went to the next level and before either of us really knew what was happening my mother was underneath me.

It had been my first time having sex without a condom and I pretty much shot my load as soon as the reality of what was happening hit me. The first woman I ever ejaculated inside was my own mother and it more incredible than I could ever have imagined.

Whenever she could my mother would drive up to visit me but it's such a long drive we only managed to get together three times between then and now and I missed her like crazy. Like a lover.

I scurried back to my room and packed, then began the interminable wait for her little hatchback to pull into the car park.

My phone chirped. "I'm here!" her text message declared. "Come let me in xxxx"

I sprinted down the stairs and opened the door and there she stood, beaming from ear to ear. We embraced and I turned to let her follow me to my room.

My bedroom door shut behind us and I flicked the latch. My mother stood there in a short denim skirt and a yellow strappy top, her huge cleavage beckoning me. She had her dark hair tied back. We didn't say anything, we just fell into each other's arms. We kissed hungrily, groping at each other's bodies. She breathed "Just a quick one, we've a long drive home" as she unbuckled my jeans.

I spun her round and she placed her palms on my desk. I dropped my boxers exposing my aching hard on as she lifted her skirt exposing her broad fat backside to me. I thumbed her white panties down and she stepped out of them, spreading her legs as she bent over my desk.

I took hold of her hips and lined my cock up with her twitching vagina. She must have been dripping wet the whole drive up, she was sopping.

I nuzzled the head of my erection against her opening and she yielded, enveloping my engorged head. She gasped as I sank my entire length inside her, stifling a moan of my own. I still had flatmates on my floor, and the walls were paper thin so we knew the importance of staying quiet.

I sank all the way in until my hips were pressing against her beautiful fat arse cheeks. I lent forward and kissed the back of her shoulder. "You still taking the pill?" I asked.

She nodded. After returning from our holiday, I was worried the holiday haze would fade and she wouldn't be willing to begin contraception as that would be admitting to ourselves what was happening, but neither of us felt any shame. We knew it was taboo and that certainly added to the excitement, but there was nothing wrong with our relationship.

I grinned and began easing in and out of my mother's vagina, my erection glistening with her juices with every exit stroke. I looked down to watch my mother's beautiful thirty-eight year old vagina yielding to her son's nineteen year old cock as she tried to breathe her way through the pleasure, struggling not to moan.

I sped up, sinking into my mother over and over. It felt so brazen, her panties still around one ankle, her skirt hitched up and my own pants bunched around my ankles.

Getting near I released her hips and leaned over her, hooking my hands underneath and freeing her huge 38F tits from her strappy top and squeezing them as I humped her over my desk.

"I'm getting near mum." I groaned.

"Cum in me son, empty your balls inside your mother, I want your cum inside me." she gasped.

I pushed my cock as deep in her as my hips would allow and my legs trembled as my balls tensed and I came, ropes of sticky cum pulsing out of me and into my mother's cunt. She squirmed beneath me, her own legs trembling as she orgasmed, her breasts jiggling in my hands as she trembled.

My cock eventually stopped pulsing as my orgasm subsided and my mother's breathing steadied as she bit her lower lip, her hips grinding and her vaginal muscles working their magic on my cock, squeezing any remaining cum from my length.

She turned her head and I kissed the side of her mouth sloppily.

She giggled and said "I missed you so much."

I grinned back and agreed.

My slackening cock slipped out of her and a glob of my cum leaked out, running down the inside of her milky thigh. "Damn honey, have you been saving this up?" she said as she stood up and spilled more of my semen out of her vagina. She grabbed a tissue from my desk and held it against her thigh, catching my cum as it dribbled down.

"I've nowhere else to put it" I smiled. She smiled back mischievously.

I stood back to look at her; her strappy top pulled down and her full breasts exposed, nipples erect, her skirt bunched up and her thick, pale thighs slick with my cum as she caught it in the tissue.

She caught all my cum as it leaked out of her vagina and threw the tissue in my waste paper bin, then took another tissue and wiped the slimy trails of cum from her thigh. There was something about this that utterly fascinated me, I could watch it for hours. Whenever we had had sex I would always watch my cum leak out of my mother and watch or help her clean it off. Perhaps it was something tribal, like I had marked her as mine.

My mother pulled her panties up and straightened her skirt. I stopped her from putting her breasts away by having a gentle fondle, massaging the soft flash and thumbing her stiff, large nipples. We kissed deeply, our tongues wrestling before she pushed me away and shook her head like she was coming out of a daze.

"Stop it you, or we'll never get home, and I'm not having you getting me all turned on again before a long drive." she chided playfully. I grinned and watched her tuck her fat breasts back into her top, feeling my spent penis begin to twitch back to life.

It was going to be a long drive.

The motorway passed beneath us relentlessly, the exits counting down painfully slowly.

We chatted and listened to the radio which passed the time, but both of us ached to be intimate.

"You know, every time we part, I get really worried that your senses will get the better of you and you'll decide we should stop being intimate." I eventually said as dusk was setting. My mother glanced to me then back to the road.

"I think the same thing. You're nineteen and you're surrounded by pretty girls. I find it hard to understand why you would choose me over them." she said.

I didn't really have an answer. I knew how I felt and that was all I had to go on.

"I suppose I've never felt as close to anyone as I do to you. We were always very close when I was growing up, even when dad was still around. The girls at uni may be pretty and I've had a couple of girlfriends but something was always missing."

"Have you spoken to or seen your dad lately?" my mother asked.

"He rings me now and then. Every time all I can think about is how I'm sleeping with his ex-wife now." I said.

My mother spluttered with laughter. "Well I hope I can trust you not to mention that!" she laughed. I grinned.

"When he asks "How's your mother doing" it's hard not to. He always says it like you're some unfortunate woman he feels sorry for just because he has some new girlfriend and you're still single as far as anyone knows."

My mother chuckled. "My friends have tried to matchmake me a few times, they are always showing me pictures of their divorced male friends on that annoying face-page website saying "You'd love Malcolm or George or Dave, you should let me introduce you! I ache to tell them I have my nineteen year old toy boy's swimmers still inside me from the weekend."

We laughed together. We had really enjoyed showing off on our holiday, where no one knew us so we could display our relationship as publicly as we wanted, to the point of people almost catching us having sex in changing cubicles and round the back of the social club.

We eventually made it home, pulling into our cul-de-sac.

My mother parked the car on the kerb and we unloaded the car, carrying my bags into the house.

The mortgage had already been paid off when my parents divorced, and my dad had happily let my mother keep it. He wanted a batchelor pad in the city, not some two-bedroom terraced house in the inner suburbs. He wanted to act nineteen. My mother was happy just having a nineteen year old between her legs.

Exhausted from the drive, sex had been pushed from our minds for now, so we put a film on and snuggled up on the sofa together with a pizza. It was strange being in the house where I had grown up. In this house we had been mother and son. It drove home the taboo a little more, though it only made me feel more excited.

As the film's credits rolled and the empty pizza box sat on the floor with the cat licking a glob of mozzarella, my mother turned to me.

"Want to take me to bed?" she asked sleepily.

I stood and took her hands, lifting her off the sofa. We embraced and kissed and then she led me upstairs. We stopped on the landing and she glanced at my old bedroom door, then turned her head to her own.

"Now that you're home, do you still want to stay in my bed?" she asked.

I kissed her. "Of course I do."

She smiled and opened the door to our room.

The king size bed stood proudly in the centre of the room. I had forgotten my mother had fitted wardrobes with full-length mirrors on her side of the room, offering a reflection of the entire bed. I was going to enjoy watching us having sex in those mirrors.

A red duvet with a black stripe across the bottom and a black thorny pattern sat atop a red bedsheet. When I was growing up, I just remember my parents having pastel-coloured floral bedsheets. She must have bought these new ones especially.

My mother switched on her bedside lamp, and a soft glow filled the room as she began to undress. She did it slowly and gracefully, and I had to restrain myself from eagerly leaping out of mine. My heart pounded as she got down to her underwear and unclipped her bra, letting her 38Fs swing free. She stepped out of her panties and lifted the duvet, sliding into the bed, gazing at me with love and nerves in her eyes.

I was about to have sex with my mother in her old marital bed. If it somehow hadn't felt real before, this would be what cemented the reality of our relationship.

I had become a man and replaced my father as my mother's lover.

Naked, I slid under the duvet beside her. We were both trembling as our bodies made contact. Our mouths found each other and we kissed deeply, holding her against me feeling her soft breasts squashed against my chest, her stiff nipples digging into me.

She began breathing deeply and her thigh lifted rubbing against mine. I reach down and hooked my hand under her arse to stroke her vagina, the fuzz-covered lips already slick with excitement. I pushed a finger inside her and she writhed, moaning into my mouth. With another finger I parted her lips to tease her little node of pleasure and she shivered in my arms as I gently teased the tiny button. She writhed uncontrollably against me, her hip grinding against my aching erection as I fingered my mother to orgasm. As she neared her peak, I releaed our kiss and latched my mouth onto her nipple and sucked while I flicked the tip with my tongue. She screamed and her orgasm silenced her instantly. I was almost thrown off the bed when her hips bucked and she trembled as pleasure took control of her body. She forcefully pushed my onto my back and mounted me, rocking back and skilfully taking my erection inside her soaking vagina as she sat upright, resting her palms on my chest.

My thick-bodied fat mother was now sat on my hips with my uncovered penis inside her, her large breasts hanging down, swaying slightly. We froze and looked into each other's eyes before my mother began grinding her hips slowly against me, finding the sweet spot where my length would rub against her g-spot.

I reached up to her breasts and placed a hand on each one, squeezing them in my palms while I thumbed her nipples. She moaned and began riding with enthusiasm, her long dark hair swaying about her face.

The weight of my mother bearing down on me was amazing. Her whole body jiggled on top of me, and I alternately groped her broad hips and her huge breasts as my cock slid in and out of her slick vagina.

I turned my head to look into my mother's wardrobe mirrors and saw the vision of this beautiful fat woman sat on my cock as I groped her breasts, and the sight set off my orgasm. I gripped her hips and grunted, pulling her down onto me wanting to be as deep as possible when I ejaculated inside her. She knew I was climaxing and pushed her hips down hard, swallowing up my whole length inside her.

"Give it to me son, cum inside mummy, fill me up." she whimpered as I released a gutteral groan and felt my balls burst, firing a fierce salvo of cum deep inside my mother. Her huge tits jiggled as we both jerked and she bit her lip, feeling her son filling her womb with virile semen.

My twitching in my balls began to cease as my orgasm finished washing over me. My mother laid flat atop me, squishing her breasts against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed sloppily, moving our hips slightly. I loved how sloppy her vagina felt immediately after I had fired my sperm inside her, our mixed juices lining the twitching walls as her body tried to suck up as much semen as it could.

I could feel some oozing out of her and dribbling over my balls as my penis gradually slackened and slid out of her with a wet sound. Yet more cum fell out of her and landed in my pubic hair.

I was now the man of this house. We were only mother and son to the outside. Within these walls we were a couple, and this was our marital bed.

We held each other as our laboured breathing returned to normal. My mother's heavy body rested atop me, the pressure so intimate and satisfying. We had never had sex in this position before, usually sticking to missionary in bed or doggy when we had nowhere to lay. I considered that before now, she had wanted me to be the dominant partner but under her own roof in a bed that belongs to her, she felt the confidence to take the steering wheel.

Wordlessly, we both drifted to sleep, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with us.

When I awoke, my mother was laid beside me, evidently having climbed off me during the night.

She was still fast asleep facing away from me, so I peeled off the duvet and gently rolled her onto her back. Her huge breasts swayed with the momentum and her thick thighs parted slightly.

I shifted down the bed and gazed between her legs. Mere hours ago I had been beneath this woman, my mother and had emptied by balls deep inside her. Now she was laid with the evidence clinging to her pubic hair and inner thighs, the slick residue of unprotected sex matted in her pubes and giving her chubby milky inner thighs an erotic sheen.

As much as I wanted to immediately mount her and refill her, I decided to give her a romantic treat. I gently climbed out of the bed and made my way downstairs.

A found a carton of eggs, a loaf of bread and a packet of butter and began cooking up two plates of boiled eggs with toasted sliced soldiers.

With a glass of orange juice each, I made my way upstairs with a breakfast tray and gently rocked my mother awake.

"Breakfast time" I said softly.

She stirred and turned, smelling the toast and eggs.

We sat together on the bed eating our breakfast, gazing at each other's naked forms.

"Were we loud last night?" my mother asked. I shrugged.

"Possibly. Hopefully the neighbours will just assume I was watching porn." I chuckled.

My mother grinned. "So what brought this lovely gesture on?" she asked meaning the breakfast in bed.

"I guess all our other nights together have been kind of clandestine, like in my halls bedroom and in the caravan. Making love to you here suddenly makes it feel so much more real. Like we were a real couple making love rather than lust-crazed lovers having sex."

My mother nodded. "I know what you mean. You've had me in my marital bed now. I know I haven't dreamt the rest."

After a few more mouthfuls, my mother said "I suppose it's a good job your dad didn't want any more kids, it would have made this arrangement a hell of a lot trickier." she smiled.

"I've often wondered why I was an only kid, is that why?" I asked. My mother nodded.

"I wanted more to be absolutely honest, I adored caring for you. All your dad was interested in was buying you your first football when you were old enough to walk. I found it hilarious when you flat refused to use your feet when you got one. You would only throw it. When he tried to teach you to kick it you got bored and wandered off to look at one of your books. I think that's when he knew his son was going to take after his mother."

"You didn't feel like tricking him into getting you pregnant again or anything?" I asked.

"He used condoms. He wouldn't come anywhere near me without a layer of rubber between us, even when I was on the pill. He suspected I would "accidentally" forget to take my pill. I guess that's another reason I won't use condoms with you; condoms are for casual sex, lovers shouldn't have anything between them."

"So all this time you have wanted more kids and you never got them?" I asked, somewhat appalled.

My mother shrugged. "I had you, my mothering nature had one outlet." she smiled.

Seeing the breakfast tray was empty, my mother placed the tray on the floor and slid closer to me.

"So, ready for some more motherly love honey?" she asked brazenly.

I grinned and cupped her breast in my palm, kneading the soft flesh. She hooked her arm around my neck and kissed me deeply, her tongue entering my mouth. I pushed her onto her back and her legs fell open for me.

"I'm already wet, put it straight in." she whimpered, gazing longingly at me.

I mounted her and positioned my erection ready to enter her, but she suddenly put her hands on my chest.

"Wait! Pass me my pills, they are in the drawer." she said.

I reached over and slid open the drawer to find a sheet of pills. Suddenly, a thought occured to me.

"Do you still wish you had had more children?" I asked.

My mother looked up at me. "Why?"

I kept looking at her pills. "You're not even forty yet..." I said.

"So? What am I going to do, go to a sperm donor?" she asked.

I turned my head from the pills to her and I think she finally understood me.

"Son... I don't think that's a good idea. You're only nineteen, you can't be suggesting you get me pregnant?"

I shrugged. "I could hear in your voice how empty you felt when you said you wanted more children. I think you'd regret it forever if you never became a mother again."

She looked at me seriously. "I would love another baby more than anything in the world, but..."

I cut her off, saying "You deserve another chance of motherhood, it's what you've always wanted, but I will not let another man's seed enter you, even if it's come from a damn turkey baster. I love you, and I can't think of a greater gift I could give you."

My mother gazed into my eyes. We were still laid together, my cock still rigid ready to enter her.

She took the sheet of pills from my hand and dropped them on the floor.

"I was your age when I had you, so I know you're mature enough to decide. If this is what you want, I'll have your baby son."I kissed her and gazed into her eyes as I slid my erection inside her. Her chest rose and she gasped as my length filled her.

We began writhing together, our hips moving in unision with an intimate sway rather than a lustful thrust.

Her huge breasts flopped up and down as we moved, and she lifted her legs off the bed, changing my angle of penetration. She wanted my semen to stay inside her when I came.

As she moved beneath me, I realised I desperately wanted to get her pregnant. This wasn't just about her, I wasn't just doing this because only she wanted another child, I wanted to further claim this woman as my own, to put a baby in her womb and watch her stomach grow. I wanted her already huge breasts to swell and to see the glow of expectant motherhood that all pregnant women possess.

My mother was underneath me and as of now, there was nothing to stop my peak-of-fertility sperm finding an egg in my mother's body, and joining with it to create a new person that would be half her and half me.

I felt my orgasm building in my loin and increased my pace, my mother's passionate moans beneath me swimming through my head, the gentle slap of her breasts colliding with my chest as I suspended myself above her on my palms, looking down to the patches of pubic hair meeting and separating as I thrust my engorged virile penis into my fertile mother.

I grunted as I neared and suddenly, it was upon me. My mother felt it and pulled me down on top of her, fixing her feet against the bed and lifting her hips, clutching my back as my orgasm detonated and my balls began spewing my sperm into my mother's vagina, my whole length swelling as each welt forcefully squirted out of me and into her.

She clutched me and moaned "Impregnate me, put a baby inside me." repeatedly into my ear, the words seemingly drawing even more semen out me.

Her vagina twitched and pulsed around my length, the sensation almost like her womb was sucking at my penis, her body apparently reacting to her conscious desire to be impregnated.

My orgasm subsided and I flopped exhaustedly onto my mother, her hips still raised and her vagina still milking my slackening length. She stroked my hair as I rested my head between her breasts. I cupped one and lifted it to my mouth, kissing it lazily as I fondled it.

I lifted my head to look into her eyes and she gazed back at me.

"This is a fertile time for me. Assuming yesterday's pill isn't effective today there might soon be a baby growing inside me. Are you sure this is what you want?" my mother asked honestly.

I nodded my head and kissed her. "I can't wait to see your belly swell with our baby."

A tear came to my mother's eye. "I love you son."

"I love you too mum."

For the rest of the summer, we discussed how we would handle my mother's pregnancy should I manage to impregnate her. I would move back home, transferring to a nearer university.

We would claim my mother had had a one-night stand and had decided to keep the baby. I would legally to be the baby's brother but I would try my best to make sure he or she saw me as a father figure.

My mother marked on the calendar when her period was due. We had been making love at least twice a day, me ejaculating inside her every time.

The day came and she drew a cross through the marked day and turned to me, her expression nervously excited.

"My period hasn't started yet..."

We waited a day then my mother went into the bathroom to do a pregnancy test.

I stood outside pacing, waiting for her to open the door.

I finally heard the lock release and I swung open the door. My mother leapt into my arms still holding the little plastic cylinder.

"I'm pregnant!"My mother and I returned home, my mother clutching the envelope that contained the cast-iron reality of our relationship. Myself and my mother had become lovers whilst on holiday, and now I had moved back in with her after transferring to a nearer university, we had decided to have a baby.

I had been with her in the hospital, but as her son, I had to behave a certain way. Now, as the door slammed home we threw ourselves into each others arms and kissed deeply, embracing one another excitedly. We parted and grinned at one another and my mother pulled the ultrasound scan from the envelope.

"This is our daughter." My mother said dreamily, sounding so happy she couldn't fully process how wonderful this was.

"It was so difficult keeping my cool in the hospital." I said. "I so desperately wanted to hug and kiss you!"

My mother grinned. "I know baby, there are going to be hard times with this, you're the father of my beautiful girl but to the rest of the world you're merely her brother."

It was going to be harder than I expected, it was really being driven home now. My mother's stomach was beginning to show the tiniest of bumps, and she was going to have to tell people soon. The story was that she had had a one-night stand but had no interest in contacting the father.

My mother gazed into my eyes. "I love you so much." She beamed. She had never been so beautiful in all my life, the glow of expectant motherhood was radiating from my mother and she was the happiest I had ever seen her, in love and expecting a baby, put inside her belly by her own son.

My loin began to throb as they always did whenever I set eyes on my mother, and I kissed her, finding her tongue with mine. I unfastened her coat and slid it off her shoulders, dropping it to the floor as I hugged her to me. Her breasts had swollen by two whole cup sizes in the past few weeks, and I now had a pair of 40G breasts squashed against my chest. Her hips and thighs had thickened slightly too. Nothing could stop this woman becoming more and more beautiful, and with every day my lust for her failed to abate. I took her hand and dragged her behind me, leading her up the stairs. Wordlessly we hurriedly undressed and she snatched me in her arms before throwing us both on the bed. We hungrily devoured each other, tongues wrestling like they wanted to form a knot and never part. Her huge naked breasts flattened against my chest, spreading from my collarbone to the base of my ribcage with their immense size. She rolled on top of me and moved down my body, pausing with her head level with my cock.

She motioned her mouth to produce saliva and then took my aching cock in her mouth, drooling her wet saliva all down my length. She moved her head up and down, pushing all the way until the tip of my cock entered her throat and my trimmed pubes tickled her nose. She nuzzled there and made swallowing actions, her throat contracting and relaxing around my cock. I groaned aloud at this trick, the sensations making me see flashing colours. She released my soaked cock and shifted taking my erection between her mighty breasts and jiggling them against my length. I knew I would cum any second if I allowed her to continue so I sat up and pushed her onto her back and dived headfirst between her legs, fixing my mouth on her vagina and lapping like a cat's first taste of milk. Her legs shuddered with pleasure either side of my head and she moaned deeply, hands gripping the bedsheet. Her button was incredibly sensitive so I never attacked it directly, always dancing around it teasing my mother to orgasm. I sucked on her labia as I licked, and reached up to fondle her giant breasts. Her moans lifted in pitch and intensity and as I pinched her nipples and sucked hard on her clit she jerked her hips up and down as her throes of pleasure reached their peak.

"Get up here and fuck me you bastard." She groaned sluttily, and I lifted up onto my knees, effortlessly pushing my cock into her starving pussy. I slammed home, our bodies meeting and leaned over her, placing my palms on the bed. I didn't want to put any weight on her bump, so I would hold myself up over her whenever we had sex in the missionary position.

I immediately started pummelling into her, as she would only be seconds away from a second orgasm if I kept up a relentless pace. She reached over her head to grip the headboard and screamed with pleasure as I hammered my cock into her violently, making her massive breasts bounce wildly, nearly smacking her in the chin with every thrust. My mother had become a real dirty talker lately, I had surmised my father was quite conservative and didn't like my mother to be slutty in bed, but with me, she was unchained, she knew I loved her the sluttier the better.

"Mmmmmh fuck my fucking cunt baby." She groaned, each syllable punctuated by a thrust, knocking the wind out of her.

"I'm pregnant by my own son and now I've got his cock inside me again, mmmmmmh I'm going to give you so many babies son, as soon as one pops out I'm going to make you fuck another one up me, your own little baby factory!" She screamed.

Hearing her talk like this sent me over the edge and I grunted as I felt the orgasmic shudders, my balls feeling like a fist was squeezing them as rockets of semen burst into my mother's cunt, the power forcing it to squirt out of her where it could, running down her arse cheeks and onto the bedsheet. She moaned and rolled her hips, massaging my cock as it throbbed inside her, groaning "That's it baby, that's what mummy wants, all that sperm filling my belly, where your baby grows inside me."Satisfied I had ejaculated my whole load inside her, I flopped beside my mother exhaustedly, panting. We rolled into our post-sex cuddling position, her laid on her side, head on my shoulder with her fat tits against my side spilling onto my chest. She cupped my tender balls and massaged them gently, kissing my jaw while I lazily fondled her breasts, stroking her back with my other hand.

"I'm so glad our neighbours are all out during the day." My mother said as her laboured breathed slowed. I grinned. "I know, I could listen to you talk like that all day, you wanton goddess." I said.

"Stand up for me." I said.

My mother grinned and lifted up, standing beside the bed. She parted her legs slightly and put her hands on her hips sassily, looking down at me. I laid on the edge of the bed, stroking her long chubby legs and squeezing her broad fat arse cheeks, and gazed between her legs at her still-twitching vagina as a great glob of cum fell out of her cunt and clung to her inner thigh. It rolled down her leg as a steady trickle of semen oozed out of my mother's vagina, leaving slimy trails down her thick pale inner thigh. The first glob of cum rolled down her calf and over her ankle, landing on the floor to be absorbed by the carpet, a thick, slimy trail showing the journey my cum had made down my mother's beautiful leg. My mother knew what a hypnotic effect this had on me, seeing my cum leaking out of her and down her legs.

Satisfied, I pulled her back onto the bed with me and began suckling her breasts lazily, feeling my spent penis twitch back to life. She turned, letting me spoon her and I slid my semi-erect penis back inside my mother, feeling her grip it with her muscles. I fondled her breasts as we fell into a light snooze.

We napped for about an hour before hunger roused us and we dressed to share dinner. We were often very giddy after sex, especially if it had been particularly lust-driven, and whenever we made eye contact we would giggle, my mother biting her lip.

"So when are we going to start telling people you're pregnant?" I asked over the table as we ate our stir-fry.

My mother shrugged. "Straight away I suppose. I just wish we could do it properly, holding your hand and proudly announcing we are having this baby together." She said.

"I wish we could just uproot and move where nobody knows us, and just be a couple. Everyone would know you as my girlfriend, and possibly even my wife." I dreamed aloud.

My mother stared at me. "You would marry me?" My mother asked, seeming genuinely astounded. I looked up, taken aback by her shock.

"Of course I would, you are the woman I love." I said proudly. A tear came to my mother's eye as she beamed. She choked back a sob and said "I suppose I never dared to think this would last that long. That you would eventually want to find a woman your own age."

"I put a baby inside you mum. No other woman is ever going to capture me the way you do. Were it possible I would see you in a white dress and make you my wife." I told her earnestly.

"Where would we move?" My mother beamed. I shrugged. "The coast maybe? We don't need a house this big, just get somewhere small, room for us and the baby, possibly another baby if you want. Once we've settled in and made some new friends, we can get married. Our daughter need only ever know me as her father."

"If we sold this place, we could do that." My mother agreed. "Are you serious about this?" she asked.

I nodded. "If we can do this, I want to. No more secrecy, you can make all the noise you want while I'm inside you, no-one will think anything but "Lucky bitch" when they hear your moans." I smirked.

My mother was nearly bouncing with giddiness. She stroked her bump. "If I wasn't already pregnant I'd be aching for you to put a baby inside me." She said lovingly. I grinned and stood, walking round the table to her. I pushed her empty plate aside and lifted her onto her feet, squeezing her breasts as I she stood upright.

"Best not get out of practice" I said and turned her, placing her palms on the table. I hurriedly unfastened her jeans and dropped them to her ankles, pushing her panties aside and pushed my cock inside her. She gasped and looked back over her shoulder at me. I leaned in to kiss her as I slid in and out of her, suckling her lip as I groped her fat breasts through her vest. I took it slow, sliding slowly in and out of my mother's slick vagina rather than the violent thrusting she had taken before.

"If you weren't pregnant I would so want to impregnate you right now." I whispered to her between kisses. She moaned "How can any mother not desperately want her sons back inside her, it's so natural. You came from me, and a part of you can return, and now your baby is growing in my belly. I want to be your bride son, I want to wear a white dress and say I do, before consummating our marriage , taking you inside me for the first time as your new wife."

I pushed one last time before feeling my climax, and listened to my mother's gasps as she felt the tell-tale warmth of an unprotected climax inside her, feeling the intense heat of ejaculate flooding her belly.

My cock slackened and fell out, followed by globs of semen. She pulled her panties back over her cunt and I watched as a wet patch grew beneath her vagina. She wriggled her fat thighs and backside back into her jeans and kissed me.

"The coast will be a beautiful place to raise our daughter." She said, her voice filled with excitement.