AGGRESSIVE LOVE

I was twenty when my father left me and my mother for a younger woman. It was a terrible shock, mainly to my mother, because we had absolutely no idea that he was even looking at other women. For just over two weeks she cried and sobbed, and willingly allowed me to her hold her close in my arms to comfort her. It took about a month before she began to return to normal life, well as normal as could be expected under the circumstances, which was when she began to accept that he was not coming home. I always thought mother fairly attractive she has a nice figure especially her breasts, but I never fantasized about taking things further, but now things were different. Those times when I comforted her, smelling her perfumed hair, feeling her body crushed up against mine, so close, occasionally I would become aroused.

At night I began to think about her, wondering what it would be like to sleep with her. I would fantasize that we would be wrapped around each other, her lips accepting the pleasure of my lips being continually pressed against them. All the time my hand would be stroking her satin covered body. The vision was so strong that I would masturbate, not once but several times a night. As the weeks passed my frustration increased out of all proportion as my fantasizes developed into various love making scenarios, intercourse, oral sex, working myself off and cumming between her breasts and in her mouth. I decided that I needed to have sex with her, and to hell with the consequences.

I wasn't too concerned about the consequences because I didn't think there would be any. Mother was very submissive, and would do everything my father asked of her; I never saw her stand up for herself. In fact she was always submissive, even to me, as a child I could always get my own way with her, I could twist her around my little finger as the saying goes. She was a push over, but at the time I never knew why, and it was only later that I found out that she had three miscarriages before becoming pregnant with me, and after I was born she couldn't have any more children.

I had made up my mind to climb in bed beside her, to hold and to kiss her while running my hands over her body. I bided my time waiting for the neighbors to go on holiday so the house next door would be empty and no one would hear if she called out. That Saturday morning when I drove mom to the mall she seemed happier than I had seen her for a few weeks. She slipped her arm through mine as we walked through the mall, excited that we would be having lunch out together, something we rarely did. We stopped and spoke with a nearby neighbor as we made our way to the food hall. Speaking with mom she sympathized with her situation, mom thanked her for her concern and introduced me to her saying. "Robert is now the man of the house, and he's my man too."

As a result of mom's statement and the fact she squeezed my arm crushing her breast against me, caused the neighbor to give me an enquiring look. That same Saturday afternoon I watch our next door neighbors pack their car and leave. Saturday night I waited for her to go to bed giving her sufficient time to go to sleep, then removing my pajama bottoms crept into her bedroom naked. Pulling the covers back I climbed in beside her. Placing my arms around her I pulled myself against her body. She began to stir so I quickly kissed her pressing my lips against hers and keeping them there while increasing the pressure.

By the time she was fully awake and realized what was happening I was lying across her, my hands squeezing her breasts and rubbing myself up against her thigh. She began to struggle then bit my lip drawing blood, I clamped my hand across her mouth, squeezed her breasts hard making her cry out in pain. She began hitting me with her free hands, I grabbed her hair with both hands, trapped her face between my forearms and pressed my elbows into the muscles in her arm, more or less paralyzing her. Mom had realized that I was working myself off on her, but with all the struggling I was a little higher up her body and my thigh was between her legs pressing up against her pussy. She was complaining bitterly about my behavior, although I think she was getting some enjoyment out of it because she wasn't shouting at me, that is until I pressed myself against her hard and cum all over her nightdress.

"You filthy thing treating your mother like this, especially by doing that all over me, making me and my nightgown wet, now release my arms, you're hurting me."

Still trapped beneath me, mom was unable to move, so in one swift movement I slipped my hand down her body and up beneath her nightgown and began to finger her pussy. She began to scream abuse at me shouting out that I was a dirty fucking pig. I had never heard such language come from her lips, so I rammed my lips against her to stop the tirade of abuse. The bitch bit me for a second time, in the same place as before, reopening the original wound. I threw back the covers and climbed out of the bed.

"If that's the way you want to play it"

I grabbed her and we wrestled for a few minutes until I finally turned her over onto her stomach. With my knee in her back to hold her down I pulled her nightgown up above her waist and slapped her ass with my hand for all my worth, six or seven times. By the time I stopped her ass was scarlet, she was lying absolutely still, quietly sobbing. Looking around the bedroom I saw a hairbrush on the nightstand, picking it up I paddled her ass another few times with the flat side of the brush. She looked at me through the tears running down her face and asked. "Why?"

"Because I love you and I want you, and I want you to obey me like you did my father, only so that you will sleep with me and let me make love to you anytime I want. When you agree unconditionally to act as my wife, this will never happen again but until that time you must be prepared for such treatment."

"Alright, alright I agree are you satisfied?"

"Tell me exactly what you agree to."

"I agree to act as your wife unconditionally, allowing you to sleep with me and make love to me, but please never hurt me like that again."

I climbed back on the bed and lay beside her, easing her onto her side where I snuggled in close and started to kiss her. She kissed me back but I can't say with enthusiasm, but it was a start. As we kissed I placed a hand on her breast, feeling for her nipples to give them little tweaks. I slipped my hand around her waist and across her ass which made her wince. Finally slipping my hand between her legs and resumed fingering her pussy. Mom did not object to my ministrations instead she wrapped her arm around my neck as we continued to kiss.

Gradually my fingering began to have an effect on her I could feel her pelvis begin to move in time with my fingers and her pussy becoming wet. When she was ready, I moved on top and slipped inside of her and gently moved back and forth. "Darling you know this isn't right you shouldn't be doing this to your mother."

"Tell me you are not enjoying my making love to you."

"It doesn't matter what I think it's against the law and you know it's wrong. What if I informed on you and told the police, you would go to prison."

That statement killed my ardor I couldn't carry on with my love making so I just lay on top of her waiting for my arousal to return.

"I think mom, if you informed on me you would have far more problems than I. First I would deny that I initiated any sexual contact. I would tell them that you invited me into your bed persuading me to kiss you, to touch your body then make love to you. I went along with it because of your grief when your husband went off with another woman. I was concerned that if I rejected you by refusing to sleep with you, you would do something silly and injure yourself somehow. Secondly, if I was charged and went to court then to prison the paparazzi would be camped outside your door looking for the full story. If I was cleared I can see the headlines now, "Mother Initiates Sex with Son Then Cries Rape." It would be front page news and you would be hounded by reporters wherever you went. I held her close until she cried herself to sleep and then I dozed off."

The illuminated numbers on the clock said 03.28. I didn't know whether it was the silkiness of her nightgown or perfumed hair or even the way I was draped across her, but when I woke up I had the biggest hard on ever. I eased her nightgown up and slipped my hand between her slightly parted thighs and began to rub my finger up and down the slit of her pussy. During my attention to that area I successfully located her clit and lightly drew circles around the little nub with my thumb. At the time I never considered myself an experience lover but I had watch numerous sex videos on the internet and believed I could pleasure and satisfy a woman.

Mother opened her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Finishing off what I started earlier."

She didn't object when she realized my hand was between her legs caressing her most sensitive parts. I bent over and kissed her, she kissed me back, but there was no passion in her lips, but I felt a slight response as I continued to tease her clit. I knew she was experiencing some pleasurable feelings as her nipples began to swell beneath her nightgown creating small mounds. Her pussy began to excrete her juices, allowing me to slip two fingers inside her so that I could work her off. It resulted in her pushing herself against me trying to force my fingers deeper into her body. I kissed her, this time she responded quite forcefully, pulling me down crushing our lips together.

"Mom talk dirty to me."

"Oh darling why would you want me to do that?"

"Didn't you ever talk to dad like that?"

"No we would never speak to each other that way."

I became curious and asked if she and my father had a good sex life. You know it's hard to imagine your parents having sex, but obviously they had sex because I'm here. What I wanted to know was if they both had sex for pleasure, or to just for the procreation of the species.

"Darling it's not a subject I like to talk about, especially with my son."

"Mom I want you to talk about it, you need to talk about it; if you don't, how will I know how to pleasure you."

"That's the point I don't want you to pleasure me, and I don't want to talk about it."

"You agreed to do as I ask and I want to know about your sex life with my father, so tell me."

I could tell she was thinking about what I said, and our agreement to do as I ask, she let out a long sigh. "Your father and I had occasional sex as part of the whole marriage thing, looking back I don't think it was satisfying for either of us, and I assume that was one of the reason why he went off with another woman."

"Did either of you perform oral sex on the other?"

"Of course not that's dirty."

"What about watching porn videos, have you watched any?"

"No of course I haven't, why would you ask me such a thing?"

"So neither of you were very adventurous in bed, and you probably far less than dad. Did he ever want to try different things but you refused, I get the impression that you may have been the kill joy in bed?"

"Yes your father did want more, but I wasn't prepared to do the things he wanted me to do."

With my thumb rubbing her clit and my fingers flicking back and forth inside her, her response escalated. Mother started moaning her body began to gyrate we kissed, she respond passionately then I whispered in her ear.

"Mommy please talk dirty to me."

"Darling why do you want mommy to talk dirty to you?"

"Because I want to hear the words come out of that pretty mouth of yours."

"And what words do you want to hear mommy say?"

"You know the words I want to hear."

As we kissed I could feel the juices running down her thighs, she looked at me and grabbed hold of my rock hard cock. "Are you ready to fuck mommy and put that ramrod in my cunt. Are you going to grab my tits and suck my nipples; do you intend to rape your father's wife, and become a motherfucker?"

As I lay on top of her she felt the full weight of my body. I slid my hand down between my legs grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy. We kissed and kissed hard, opened mouthed our tongues sought the other out, licking and circling each other. I grabbed both of her tits and squeezed, and squeezed hard making her whimper with pain. For several minutes we kissed our lips locked together as I pounded in and out of her like a steam hammer. We both grunted at the effort to keep going, mom moaned and cried out, I was hoping in ecstasy. Suddenly it was all over having cum inside her, mom convulsed for a few seconds, before relaxing, while I just collapsed, spent of all energy. We laid there locked together, with me not daring to look at her in case I never satisfied her. You hear of women faking it, but I couldn't believe mom would do that. I rolled off of her and we drifted off to sleep, locked in each other's arms.

Sunday morning I was awake first and laid there watching her sleep until she opened her eyes. I smiled pulled her close and kissed her. She didn't respond very enthusiastically to my advances it would seem that we had taken a step backwards. I persuaded her to take her nightgown off. With my assistance she sat up and I pulled her nightgown up and off over her head. It was the first time I had seen my mother naked and she was beautiful.

"Robert you shouldn't be looking at me like this, it's not right."

I made her lie down again, then cupped one of her voluptuous breasts and took the nipple of the other in my mouth and began to suckle. I told her she was beautiful before kissing her on the mouth. I move down her body spending time kissing and sucking both breasts. I felt her tense up as I continued to kiss my way down her body, not saying anything until she felt my lips press against the top of her mound.

"Please Rob don't go any further, don't do this to me."

I knelt, straddling one of her legs before pushing the other further away, allowing me sufficient room to kneel between them, so that I could spread her legs further apart. Ignoring mother's objections I lay on my front, my mouth inches from her pussy. She begged me not to do it saying it wasn't right and it was dirty and perverted. She jumped when she first felt my tongue touch the entrance to her pussy, I never penetrated her just slid it up and down her slit a few times before heading for her clitoris. My fingers having established whereabouts her clit was located, it didn't take long for my tongue to find its target. Mother went quiet and began to draw her legs up to provide greater access to her body as my tongue played across that now not so small nub. Easing my way down, for the first time I penetrated her pussy with my tongue. Although mother accepted my tongue in her pussy, she begged me to concentrate on her clit, which I did.

"Oh darling this is wonderful, please keep doing it like this until you make mommy cum, then you can fuck me or my tits."

I must say that I was surprised at her reaction to my performance after how disgusting she thought the whole thing was when she begged me not to do it. Also the way she spoke about refusing to allow my father similar access to her body. And now here she was writhing in ecstasy, forcing her body against my face hoping my tongue would penetrate her even deeper, suggesting that I can do anything to her after I make her cum.

At one point she was almost in tears and screaming abuse at me as I massaged that little nub with my tongue before slipping down to use it on her pussy again. Her juices were seeping into my mouth and flowing down my chin as I pressed my face as hard as I possibly could against her tunnel of love. Not only was I taking her to paradise, but I was also taking myself as my tongue flicked in and out of her pussy. I glimpsed her sucking her own nipple and tweaking the other, almost driving us both to the edge of madness. She screamed. "You bastard, you dirty bastard, licking mommy's fuck hole."

I knew she was on the verge of an orgasm, suddenly she pushed herself hard against me then convulsed, writhing and shaking, working herself off against my face, finally collapsing exhausted. I crawled up her body, her semen on my lips and coating my tongue, I kissed her as I slipped my cock into her pussy. She laid there exhausted, uncaring that I was fucking her and at the same time transferring semen from my mouth to hers. I was seeing this woman in a new light, attractive, I always thought she was attractive, but now she was proving to be hot and sexy and it didn't take me long to cum. While attempting to recover I rolled off to lie by her side, and she never objected when I spent time fondling and sucking her tits.

It was about 11.30am when mother finally pushed me away gathered her clothes and headed for the bathroom to shower, after which she never returned to the bedroom. I rose about midday showered and went down stairs to find mother in the kitchen. I put my arms around her but she pushed me away and wouldn't speak or look at me, in fact she avoided me for the rest of the day. Only in bed that night did she suffer me to make love to her. She neither spoke nor looked at me and the love making was insufferable, there being no reaction from her what so ever. We were back to square one.

Monday evening when I returned home from work I parked the car in the drive and let myself in with the key. Mother met me just inside the front door. "There are two men in the sitting room who wish to talk with you."

Mother wandered off into the kitchen and I into the sitting room, where two men in suits were sitting on the sofa, they stood up as I entered. The older man spoke. "Robert Mitchell, We are from the law enforcement office downtown, there has been a complaint by your mother that you raped her."

I was devastated I knew she didn't like me taking her the way I did, but I thought she got over it after the way things went between us.

"Rape, she actually said that I raped her?"

"Yes sir, did you rape her?"

"No I didn't rape her."

"Did you have sex with her?"

"It depends on your definition of sex."

"Did you force yourself on her in any way, did you have intercourse with her?"

"No I didn't."

"Ok you admitted you had sex with her, but not intercourse, and you never forced yourself on her, so please tell us how that came about."

"I don't know how much she's told you but did she tell you my father walked out on us several weeks ago?"

"She did."

"Did she also tell you that she cried for two weeks and was depressed for a further two weeks and that I comforted her by putting my arms around her and cuddled her for most days and every evening?"

"She said that she was upset."

"Upset, that's a laugh, I was worried she was going to hurt herself because she was so depressed. Anyway Saturday she seemed more cheerful so I suggested that we go to the mall and I'd take her out to lunch. As we were crossing the mall she slipped an arm through mine so we looked more like a couple. On our way through we met a neighbor who conveyed her sympathy at our situation and mother introduced me saying that I was now the man of the house and her man as well. I'm not sure what the neighbor though by that statement but she gave me a weird look. Saturday night she snuggled up to me on the sofa, a habit she had recently got into since my father left, to watch television together. The film we watch turned out to be about a husband leaving his wife and it upset mother who I had to console. While I was pacifying her she asked me if I would stay the night with her, I really didn't want to refuse her request because she may have thought she was being rejected again, so I agreed. We went to bed together and lying there she asked me to kiss her goodnight which I did. That led to another kiss and one thing led to another especially when she started massaging me until I ejaculated all over her nightgown. Later that night she woke me up and tried to persuade me to have intercourse with her.""Would you mind coming downtown so that we can take a statement?"

"No, not at all, however, there is just one thing I'd like to ask, wouldn't a medical examination prove whether or not she has been raped, or even been penetrated, has she been examined?"

"Sorry sir we cannot divulge that information."

"I see, well then unless you are prepared to arrest me, I am not going downtown with you until you answer my question."

"No sir, your mother has not been examined, she refused."

"Thank you, let's go."

Two of us walked to the car, which was parked up the street, while the second detective informed mother what the situation was, we waited in the car for him to join us before driving off.

Down town I made a statement that was more detailed, they wanted to know what she said, and what I said. Although I slightly changed the dialogue, I maintained the same storyline as I told them at the house. In my statement I stressed about mothers depression and the possible harm she may have done to herself if I had rejected her. The interviewer said that I could not have possibly known what my mother would have done had I refused to sleep with her. I agreed and suggested that the interviewer had even less knowledge of my mother's state of mind, and that I took the path of least resistance, and ended up with a successful outcome.

"What you mean by sleeping with your mother."

It was obvious by their approach to me they wanted to believe my mother and hoped that I would admit to having sex with her. "No I don't mean that at all and you are putting words in my mouth, I mean that she never harmed herself. Now if there's nothing else I would like to be taken home to pack."

"Why are you going somewhere?"

"Yes I'm leaving home, you don't expect me to stay with a woman that's accused me of rape."

"But won't you're leaving, upset your mother and you've already spoken about her state of mind?"

"Didn't you just say that I couldn't know what my mother's state of mind was; and surely if the woman accused me of rape why would she want me to remain in the same house as her?"

"Okay, but if you are going to move would you please keep us informed of your movements and new address just in case we want to speak with you again?"

"Sure."

They dropped me off outside the house about 11.00pm, would seem that mother had already gone to bed. I pulled a couple of cases out from under the bed and started packing. Apparently my activity disturbed my mother and the first thing I knew was when she said. "What are you doing?"

I turned, she was standing at my bedroom door wearing just her nightgown.

"I'm packing. I'm moving out tomorrow morning."

"Why are you moving out, I don't want you to go?"

"You should have thought of that before you shopped me to the police. What makes you think that I can live with a woman who has accused me of rape?"

"I'm very sorry about telling the police but you frightened me." Mother turned and went back to her room.

The following morning I left the house and booked into a hotel where my intention was to stay on a temporary basis until I could find a more permanent residence, possibly a small apartment.

It was about 10.30am Saturday morning when the phone rang in my room, it was the concierge. "Mr. Mitchell there is a Mrs. Mitchell at the front desk asking for you."

"Please send her up."

Two minutes later there was a knock on the door. I opened it and there she stood, looking fantastic. She must have bought herself some new clothes, she was wearing a white silk blouse through which you could just make out a half cup white lacy bra which pushed her breasts up. Maybe a little lighter than leaf green, a knee length pencil skirt, much shorter than she usually wears and secured with a narrow light brown leather belt. White stilettoes and stockings or pantyhose applied the finishing touches to her outfit. I just stood there looking at her.

"Well, can I come in?"

"Yes, sorry, come in."

She walked in, I closed the door behind her; after looking around the room she pointed to the chair.

"May I?"

"Please." I sat on the bed opposite her.

"Rob I'm here to apologize, it was stupid what I did, all I can say is that you frightened me and I panicked. Your father had left us and you spanked me hard to force yourself on me and I just didn't know what to do or where it would end up. For all I know that was going to be my life from now on being forced into sex and getting beaten, I even thought you might force me out onto the streets to earn money for you, I just didn't know what got into you. Over these last few days I thought about you what you did, what you said and how you treated me after the spanking. I've thought about my own feelings and realized that Sunday morning was the best love making that I ever experience a hundred times better than what your father was capable of. It was then I realized that I am in love with you and I want you to come home and make love to me."

"I'm sorry but with the police watching my movements and I'm still not sure whether they intend to press charges, you shouldn't be here or even near me."

"Darling I've told the police that I lied to them and it was my idea for you to sleep with me because I was so depressed, and that I seduced you not the other way around. I promised them it would never happen again and when I said that I wanted you to come home, that's when they gave me the name and address of your hotel. Darling in just the few days I've changed I want you in my life, I want us to be lovers. I've bought a whole new wardrobe clothes that I hope will please you, nightgowns, lingerie, dresses and skirts and blouses like these I'm wearing. Does what I'm wearing please you?"

"Yes it does, you look beautiful, but I'm not sure about the sexual side you seemed a bit inhibited."

"I was, but I have changed, I want to please you and will do anything you ask, and you can do anything to me, providing you don't hurt me like that ever again. I want to be your wife, but I will be satisfied for us to sleep together and make love or just have sex, anyway you see it. Darling I have in my purse a small see through nightgown and I would like to wear if for you now, and I want you to make love to me."

"Okay will you let me watch you undress?"

"I would prefer to change in the bathroom so that when I come out you will get the full effect. However, you can lie on the bed and watch me when I dress if you like, or even help me with certain items."

I agreed and while mother picked up her purse and headed for the bathroom I placed a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the outside of the door. Some ten minutes passed before the bathroom door opened and she stood there, one arm raised resting against the door frame her legs wide apart. The hem of the nightgown was above mid-thigh, the transparent gossamer material very slightly blurring her figure, but there was nothing that could not be seen, it was even obvious that she had shaved off her pubic hair.

"Well darling what do you think, does mommy look good enough to fuck?"

I was mesmerized, all I could do was nod my head.

"Good stand up for mommy and let me undress you."

She kissed me lightly on the lips before unbuttoning my shirt, then kissed me on both nipples as she unbuckled my belt and dropped the zip on my pants. Dropping to her knees she pulled my pants and undershorts down and as I stepped out of them she took the tip of my cock in her mouth and lightly sucked. It only lasted a few seconds before she stopped and stood up saying she would save that for later. I stood there and watch mother move over to the bed and lie down. Holding up her arms ready to receive me. I moved in close beside her and we kissed. Her lips were soft and I tasted her lipstick, this was a completely different feeling than last weekend, the only way I can describe it is that our contact was far more romantic. As we lay there kissing with my hand over her breast I felt her nipple harden and swell as she slipped her hand around my cock and began to massage me.

"Oh mom that's nice."

"Darling please call me by my name."

"You want me to call you Jane?"

"I do, if we are to present ourselves as a married couple you certainly can't call me mom, but I do like mommy when we are making love."

We laid there kissing and playing with each other's body when Jane slipped the top of the nightgown from her shoulder and held her nipple against my lips, encouraging me to take it in my mouth. I lay there sucking her nipple, a practice we both enjoyed which would end up one of the mainstays of our relationship. While I suckled I slipped my hand up her nightgown, which didn't take much of an effort considering how short and flimsy the gown was. Jane spread her legs giving me access to her pussy, allowing me to slip my fingers inside to work her off. I suppose our foreplay lasted about an hour before Jane pushed me on my back and straddled me guiding my cock into her pussy then began to bounce up and down.

"Does mommy's baby like to watch mommy's tits bounce up and down, or would you like to see mommy hold them?"

She leant forward and placed her hands either side of my shoulder, her tits jumping all over the place as she rode me.

"That's it baby you watch mommy's tits swish around while she fucks you."

Jane orgasmed first but kept going until she was sure that I had cum, which was very shortly afterwards. We lay on the bed wrapped in each other's arms, me naked, Jane still holding her tit and pressing it against my mouth. While we were both enjoying my sucking of her nipple, I inserted several fingers inside her pussy. Jane wrapped her hand around my sticky cock waiting for some sign of recovery. We were a messy pair, but it had been so fantastic and we were perfectly relaxed, I had never seen Jane so happy.

Jane waited until I had fully recovered and displaying a full erection before she slipped down the bed and took my cock in her mouth. This was a different woman and she seemed not to care that my cock was coated with a dry mixture of our semen. She worked me for all her worth, and with my hands pushing lightly on her head to encourage her to take more of me into her mouth. I was surprised at just how quickly she managed to take all of me without gagging. She pleasured me beyond belief, driving me nearly crazy as I approached a climax. She took and swallowed everything I could provide albeit slightly less than a full load.

I lay back and closed my eyes thinking how lucky I was to have this woman in my life. I felt her move back up the bed then her lips softly pressing on mine before she said.

"Now it's your turn to repay the favor." I opened my eyes she was lying there, her knees bent with her feet pulled up close to her body, her legs were spread wide. This time there was no objection or verbal abuse, she lay there enjoying my tongue slipping in and out of her, although I mainly concentrated on circling her clit, teasing her beyond belief. I was relieved by the time she orgasmed, my tongue was at the point of collapse, along with my jaw, both were aching like mad. I lay between her legs, the side of my face resting against her pussy. She pulled me back up to lie beside her, both of us at the point of exhaustion, wrapped in each other's arms we kissed until we both fell asleep.

It was early afternoon when I awoke, Jane was already awake lying there her eyes open watching me, and of course I had an erection. Jane wrapped her hand around it.

"Now I wonder what this could be" Sniggering as she said it. "One of the only places that you haven't tried putting it today is between my tits, let's see how it fits."

She moved down the bed turned on her side slipped my cock between her tits and wrapped them around it and held them there while I worked myself between them. It was a fantastic feeling they were soft and pliable. All the time I fucked her tits she talked to me telling me the sexual things we could do during our time together at home. She spoke of her new lingerie.

"Darling I told you that I had bought some new lingerie well one item is a satin full cup bra and at some time I would like to wear the bra and have you fuck my tits so that you cum in the cups. I also have matching panties and while I'm wearing them you can rub yourself up against me and cum in them. I will also wear stockings for you, and you can do the same with those if you wish."

My imagination was running riot, I just couldn't control myself, and shot my load all over her neck and face and watched while she scooped up what she could on her finger and sucked it into her mouth. We laid there together for a while before both going into the bathroom to shower. There was no more sex but there was touching and kissing as we soaped each other down. I left the shower first, dried myself and wandered out into the bedroom. A little later, naked, Jane followed me out carrying her clothes which she placed on the chair then instructed me to sit on the bed. She picked up her bra then came over and stood right in front of me, so close that I could almost put my arms around her.

Facing me she slipped her arms through the straps of her bra and supported her breasts in the cups. She turned her back on me, placed her arms behind her and hooked the two ends of the bra together. She turned back to face me, put her hand inside each cup in turn and adjusted a breast to fit. Jane wrapped and secured the garter belt around her body, before picking up her stockings. I watched as she rolled each stocking up her leg before lifting each foot in turn to rest against my pelvis, demonstrating how she clips the stockings to the garter belt. Jane was very deliberate when she put her panties on, ensuring that I watch as she slowly pulled them up.

I suppose after what we had been through together, sitting at the dressing table in her under-clothes, brushing her hair was the height of decency. The fact that when she brushed her hair I could see her breasts reflected in the mirror, rippling in time with the brushing. It was probably nothing to her, but it was turning me on, again. When she had finished brushing her hair she stood in front of me again and put her blouse on, then lastly her skirt.

Once we were both dressed, Jane sat in the chair and I on the bed and we discussed my moving back home again. We both agreed that we should be lovers and petty much perform as we had today. I put forward that perhaps we should consider moving to another part of the country where we were not known, then we could live openly as man and wife. Jane said she would like time to think about it.

The room's telephone rang, it was the concierge. "Mr. Mitchell there is a detective sergeant Garcia would like to speak with you."

"Thank you, send him up."

A minute or so later there was a knock on the door. I invited him in and he was surprised to see my mother sitting in the chair. "Mrs. Mitchell what are you doing here?"

"I've come to persuade my son to move back home. I have been to the station to apologize, telling them it was all my fault and that I would not press charges. I asked them if they knew where my son was staying and they gave me this address. So here I am."

DS Garcia turned to me. "I came to tell you that your mother has dropped the charges but it seems you already know. So are you going back to live with her?"

"I am."

He looked at the unmade bed, then at me, then at mother and said. "If you are going home to live with your mother I suggest you make a fresh start and locate to somewhere you're not known. Thank you for your time."

I showed the detective out and closed the door behind him. When I looked at Jane we both said together "he knows."

With Jane's help we packed my bags, checked out of the hotel, and I drove us both home. Once inside the house Jane took my hand and led me upstairs to her/our bedroom.

"Back at the hotel you wanted to watch while I undressed, now I want to talk with you, well perhaps now we can do both. You can watch while I undress, then I will undress you, then we can both lie on the bed naked and talk, then after, anything else you want to do. It almost seemed that she was removing her clothes in slow motion, especially the part where she was rolling her stockings down her legs. Once naked she began to undress me, kissing each part of me as it became exposed starting with my chest as she removed my shirt, then working her way down my body. As we lay naked together on the bed, exploring each other's body, she said. "I've been thinking about what you and the detective said about relocating, I think it's a good idea, and we could live openly as husband and wife without the fear of being discovered. It would be a fresh start, however, would you be prepared to uproot to some other part of the country and find another job?"

"I would"

The End