MOTHER COMES TO STAY

Darren turned his key in the door, conscious that for the first time in nearly a year he would not be coming home from work to an empty house. Ever since the old plastic had got a bit out of hand Debbie had worked the late shift to get both ends somewhere near meeting. Now, they were nearly on top of their bills and she was working more to buy much needed new things than to pay for past purchases. But she was still working and it would not be his wife waiting for him, but his mother.

Replaced by a newer model and driven into near depression by her husband's (Darren's father) desertion, his mother had come to stay while she learned to cope with life as a divorcee. Just yesterday he had lugged her suitcases up to the spare bedroom while she and Debbie shared coffee and gossip in the kitchen. He could see, if he wasn't careful, that he would be ganged up on by the two women and for that reason was quite pleased that he would only have to cope with them one at a time, so to speak - oh, except at weekends.

"Hi Ma! You in?" He called out to a silent house.

"Yes dear, I'm upstairs... resting."

Darren noticed the slight pause before the word 'resting', but mentally shrugged as he hung his hi-viz vest in the hall and then wandered through into the kitchen to investigate food.

A casserole was bubbling gently and a cold dessert was chilling in the fridge along with a couple of beers, and he was beginning to see the advantages of having his mother around. It made a change from having to zap a microwave dinner or rely on his own, very limited, culinary repertoire. He smiled happily. A quick shower to get rid of the days grime and he'd be ready to eat.

Kicking off his work boots Darren bounded up the stairs, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. Then, automatically and without even thinking about the occupant, he glanced into the spare room as he went past, instantly regretting it and instantly flaming with embarrassment. His mother, his fifty-two year old respectable mother, was lying naked on the bed and she was masturbating.

His confusion was complete and, though it wouldn't be true to say he ran to the bathroom, it wouldn't be far wrong either. His mind was in turmoil, his was never a family comfortable with nudity and he could never remember having seen his mother naked before, much less indulging in such a personal activity. He'd just never thought of her as a sexual being and the discovery made him feel very uncomfortable.

He turned on the shower and went over it in his mind. He'd have to say something, it would be unfair not to, but what? Should he tell her what he'd seen? Could her tell her what he'd seen even? No, but he could just say about her door not being shut properly. Yes, that would do it, she might realise he'd seen her, but it left it unsaid. He wished he'd never looked in and vowed always to keep his eyes averted as he passed his mother's room. The whole thing disturbed him greatly.

Something else that disturbed him greatly was the fact that his mother had a fit body for her age. Yes, she was lying down and things don't sag so much lying down, but she looked to have pretty firm breasts and a nice flat stomach. But it wasn't so much her body that bothered him, but simply the fact that he'd noticed. Worse still, he stood in the shower with a semi erection, his penis responding to the sight of a naked woman and ignoring who she was.

He towelled himself dry, shrugged himself into his robe and went into his bedroom to put on fresh jeans and a sweatshirt before setting off to go downstairs. About a yard into the corridor he stopped dead, wondering for a moment how to pass that door again, then noticing that it was now shut and he could pass with impunity. Well, at least I won't have to say anything he told himself with relief, because she's obviously realised for herself.

Dinner was a strange meal. Both he and his mother talked incessantly, he to stop himself looking at the woman who now sat opposite him and thinking of her masturbating on her bed, and she, he presumed, because she always chattered away.

All evening he saw the image of her nakedness in his head, and all evening he fought to stop himself responding to it. When Debbie finally came home and they went to bed he made love to her with fierce passion, but in his head it wasn't Debbie he was fucking, but his mother. Sleep, when it finally came, was interrupted by wakeful periods of intense shame and embarrassment.

The next night, as he drove home, he prayed that he would find his mother sitting in the lounge knitting, or crocheting, or at least doing something that mothers are supposed to do. In the event, she was watching television, dinner was cooked and waiting, and he was able to enjoy a normal meal with a normal mother and, to his great relief, put the previous night behind him as a one-off aberration. He was even able smile to himself in slight admiration of his sexy mother, the mother who played with herself.

After a couple of days life settled down, he and Debbie - to whom he had said nothing - became used to having a third person about the house, while for her part his mother quietly fitted herself around their lifestyle. There had never been a finite time put on his mother's stay and it didn't look as though one would ever be needed. Then one night, as he and Debbie lay in each others arms, enjoying a post coital cuddle, they became aware of little gasps and whimpers coming from the spare room. Gasps and whimpers that rapidly built into the stifled but unmistakable sounds of an intense female orgasm. They looked at each other, smiles breaking out on their faces as they realised they were listening to a motherly climax.

"Oh well, I guess that's our fault." Debbie smiled at her husband. "We must have woken her up when we were doing it and set her off."

"I don't think she needs much 'setting off' from what I've seen." Darren briefly told Debbie what he had witnessed that first night.

"The randy sod, her!" Debbie giggled. "I bet it gave you a shock."

"You bet right, it's not something you expect to see, is it?"

"I would think you enjoyed it on the quiet though, didn't you?"

"I think I was far too embarrassed to enjoy it. After all, it's my mother we're talking about, not some randy teenager."

"Well, Jenny is on her own now, so she must get frustrated, especially if she has to listen to us at it." Debbie nodded her head in the general direction of a now silent spare room. She had always called her mother-in-law by name, not feeling comfortable with 'Mother', 'Mum' or 'Ma'.

"I just wish she wouldn't." Darren looked at Debbie. "Yes, I know she must have needs, Debs, but it's embarrassing lying here with you, listening to my mother wanking."

"Would it bother you if I wasn't here?"

"Not as much, I suppose." He conceded "But it's still not nice."

"Go on, I bet you'd listen to her and wank yourself silly."

Darren coloured up, as much from the image that was by the thought generated as from the realisation that it was probably true.

"See! I knew it." Debbie was grinning hugely at his blushes.

"I don't think so." He retorted crossly before rolling on his side in retreat from a conversation he was obviously losing.

Sleep was again elusive and his thoughts embarrassing, but eventually morning arrived and he staggered sleepily to the shower, only to be met by his bright and cheerful mother returning to her room dressed only in a rather flimsy nightdress.

"Hello darling." His mother presented her cheek to be kissed.

"Morning Mother." He brusquely touched his lips to her face, noticing as he did so how prominent her nipples were against the thin material. Why couldn't she wear flannelette like mothers are supposed to?

Again that day he couldn't stop thinking about his mother. He couldn't stop wondering why she was suddenly so bloody sexy; he couldn't remember her being that upfront when his father was there. And why was he suddenly noticing, it wasn't healthy for a man to be looking at his mothers nipples through her nightdress, or to be listening to her orgasm from her own hand for that matter. The whole thing was beginning to bother him greatly and he was beginning to regret having her stay. Her presence seemed likely to inhibit his own usually active and experimental sex life, as well as giving him moments of pure embarrassment, but Debbie didn't understand and certainly didn't seem as bothered as he was. But then she wasn't the one with a sexy mother frigging herself in the next room.

That night he arrived home he saw the light on in his mother's bedroom. Here we go again, he said to himself, before parking the car and letting himself into the house as quietly as possible. It was, he told himself, so that he could find out if anything was happening and discreetly withdraw to return later if there was. 'Yeah', said the devil on his shoulder, 'and the Pope's an atheist.'

Darren stood silently in the hall, hardly breathing and straining his ears for the slightest sound. But he could hear nothing, not the faintest murmur and definitely not the moans of a woman in heat. After a minute or so he quietly slipped off his boots and tiptoed to the bottom of the stairs, still listening intently. Again, nothing to be heard, except maybe, just maybe, the soft sound of regular breathing. Darren relaxed, this time his mother really was resting.

He hung up his jacket and began, very quietly, to mount the stairs, convinced that his mother was asleep and if she only stayed that way he could shower in peace. That illusion was shattered, if it ever really existed, by about the fourth step when a deep sigh and a slight gasp revealed that she was far from asleep, and was in fact active once more. Even so, because he had no reason to believe she was aware of his presence he continued to climb, reasoning, somewhat illogically, that by the time she heard the shower she would be finished and it wouldn't matter. She wouldn't have left the bedroom door ajar again, would she?

The straight answer to that was, yes she would, and why wouldn't she, Darren thought belatedly, if she's on her own in the house? In fact the door was slightly wider open than last time and for all his vows and assertions to the contrary, he couldn't prevent his eyes pivoting as he came level.

This time he was ready for what he might see, and this time he didn't make a bolt for the bathroom. In fact he stood just outside the bedroom door and mutely watched his mother at play. She lay on her back, one hand holding a breast and the other between her legs. Her head was back and her eyes were closed in obvious ecstasy as she kneaded her breast and strummed rapidly at her clit. Darren stood transfixed, ashamed of himself for spying, yet unable to take his eyes from the extremely sexy vision in front of him.

She was clearly not far from her climax, her bottom was lifting slightly from the bed, her head was rolling a little from side to side and her free hand was grasping urgently at the bedding. Then, even as Darren watched she began making the tiny whimpers that he had heard before and her pelvis started jerking against her hand, the jerks getting more vigorous and her cries louder as her orgasm got nearer. Darren knew he should go and leave her in peace. Even if it were some unrelated female it was wrong to peep, but this was his mother, his own mother, that he was watching. But his conscience fought a losing battle with his libido and he stared open mouthed and with his heart pounding, as she got closer and closer to orgasm.

When it came her orgasm was extremely powerful. Darren could see her face redden and the chords of her neck begin to stand out. Then her pelvis lifted from the bed and she remained arched, her hips and pelvis still making jerky movements against her flying fingers and her lips emitting strangled little squeaks and groans. Then she came and her bottom bounced on the bed, her head flew back and she cried out loud, an unrepressed cry of pure pleasure that must have echoed all around the house, before she slumped back on the bed, panting and shivering.

The spell broken Darren quickly withdrew, noiselessly making his way down the stairs and returning to the hall, discovering as he went that he was sporting a massive and very inconvenient hard-on. Once downstairs he adjusted the offending erection and quietly let himself out of the house before turning and unlocking the door once more.

"Hi Ma. You in?"

"Hi Darren. Yes I'm upstairs; I'll be down in a minute."

"No rush, I'll just take a shower."

The deception complete and his conscience cleared Darren went through the normal 'I'm home' tasks and then headed for the shower, seeing the spare room door firmly closed again as he passed.

His shower was one filled with confusions and mixed emotions. His erection, now released from captivity, immediately sprang fully to attention and he soaped it with a mix of pleasure and shame in equal parts. He was simply unable to dispel the vision of a mature but extremely attractive woman masturbating so wantonly and his erection would need attention.

He towelled himself dry as quickly as he could and headed for his own bedroom, making absolutely certain that the door was properly closed before dropping the bathrobe from his shoulders and lying naked on the bed.

Even though his view of his mother through the door had been from the side he now visualised her as if he was standing before her open legs and looking directly at her wet and swollen pussy. He groaned silently at this erotic image and his hand went around his shaft. He couldn't understand why the sight of his mother, who was a middle aged woman after all, had made him so damn horny. Maybe it was simply that normally she was out of reach, taboo, untouchable. He groaned again at the idea of her not being quite so untouchable, his face burning from the shame of such thoughts

Darren closed his eyes and began to gently wank, cupping his balls in one hand while running is fingers lightly along his shaft with the other, all the time keeping the image of his mother in the throes of orgasm before his eyes. He could visualise her pussy so clearly, he could see her clitoris in his minds eye, erect and rigid, her labia swollen and open, and most of all her vagina, slick and gaping, waiting to be entered. His mind was a tumult of emotions, he was reacting to a sexually stimulating sight but feeling the humiliation of desire for forbidden fruit, the combination reinforcing his need to masturbate. Before long he was gripping his cock hard and wanking fast and furious, holding onto his sac and rolling his balls at the same time. He could feel his balls filling with cum ready to ejaculate and his cock becoming even harder as his climax came closer. He prayed she wouldn't hear him cum.

The click of the door opening was soft, as if intended not to be heard, but to Darren, listening intently for any sign of his activity being detected, it was loud and unmistakeable. His hand stopped in mid stroke and his eyes shot open. There in front of him, her hand still on the half opened door, stood his mother, just as naked as he was. He froze, unable to think what to do, his face flaring again in humiliation, his hands still wrapped around his genitals.

"Don't stop." She kept looking at him as she came a little further into the room and closed the door behind her. "I didn't."

It took a few seconds for his already confused and beleaguered mind to take in the implications of that last remark, but when it did he felt complete mortification, knowing that he had failed to cover his illicit peeping. Oh God, she had seen him watching her.

"It made me cum even better than usual." She was advancing slowly across the bedroom as she spoke.

My God, she had wanted him to see her, the door was open deliberately. The realisation hit him like a brick. So then, it didn't matter, it was alright if she let him watch her. But that didn't alter the fact of who she was, did it? Confused contradictory thoughts chased themselves through his brain, and all the time he lay rigid on the bed, his hands still covering a now softening penis.

"Now I want to watch you cum." She sat on the edge of the bed alongside him.

He lay gazing mutely at his mother sitting beside him. She really was a very attractive mature woman. Her breasts were full and, although no longer as pert as perhaps they used to be, they were not at all saggy, her very prominent nipples set in dark brown aureoles pointed aggressively forwards rather than dejectedly downward. He had seen her stomach as she had walked towards him, full and ripe without being fat, and now that she sat it showed no sign of her age, no sags, no wrinkles, no rolls of fat. Even her legs were firm and strong. She was certainly a looker, and in different circumstances... No! He stopped his train of thought in its tracks as soon as he realised where it was heading, and that his cock was responding, jerking slowly back to life.

"Let me help you."

He heard his mother's voice and watched her reach out towards him, but he didn't, couldn't, react. Even when he felt her lift his own hand away from his cock and lay it on his stomach he just submissively accepted her actions. It was as if his passivity excused her intervention. Her hand closed around his shaft and she began to wank him.

"God, your cock feels good! Isn't that nice?" He nodded his reply, still unable to react otherwise.

He was getting close to cumming before she had entered the room, and the excitement of such a forbidden touch soon had him close again. The hand on his cock was expert, fondling his head, stroking his glans as well as pistoning up and down his shaft, and it felt so good. He could feel his cock getting even harder and his balls begin to tighten, and he knew it would not be long.

"That's it dear, let it happen."

His impending climax was obvious to both of them; he was now making involuntary thrusts with his hips, pushing his cock back into his mother's hand, and his hands were clenched into white knuckled balls. He kept his eyes tight shut too, but this was to allow his mind to deny that the naked woman playing so proficiently with his cock was his own mother. He knew it, and he liked it, but his mind rebelled against it.

Suddenly he came, groaning deeply, his cock shooting gouts of cum into the air to fall back and splatter his belly and chest. His eyes came open of their own accord as he came and he gazed guiltily straight into the eyes of his smiling mother. Now there was no denying what was happening, he had fantasized of having sex with his mother and she had turned the fantasy into a kind of reality with her hand. Still pumping his spunk into the air he smiled back at her, an unspoken thank you.

The last two or three spurts of cum weren't as strong and just welled from the end of his cock, overflowing down the head and over the enveloping fingers. Darren watched it run with mounting embarrassment, as if covering her fingers with cum was an even greater sin than allowing her to wank him. But she was unperturbed and as soon as his balls were empty and the flow had stopped she took her hand from his cock and delicately licked her fingers, her eyes closing momentarily as she absorbed the taste.

"That was fabulous, and you taste good too." She looked down at him and smiled. "Now, so that you know, if my bedroom door is open, you are welcome to enter."

She bent forward and planted a quick kiss on his lips and then, without a word or a backward glance, she rose and went out of the bedroom.

Darren lay on his bed without stirring, letting his mind try and cope with what had happened, and to try and get the image out of his brain of her beautiful backside swaying through the door. His mother had initiated the action and made it clear that she would like a repeat, but how far did she want things to go, and how far was he prepared to let them? He had no answer to either question. Besides that, not only did he find her attractive as a woman, but the fact that any intimate contact between them was prohibited only made it more enticing.He cleaned himself up and got dressed, deciding to push the matter to the back of his mind for the time being at least.

For the next day or so everything returned to normal, and then it was the weekend and he felt protected by Debbie's presence, but on Sunday evening he made up his mind to find out just what his mother was up to. He caught her alone in the hall as she made her way to the lounge.

"Mother, about the other night....." He began, but she interrupted.

"It's alright Darren, I won't tell anyone if you don't," With that she leaned forward and playfully squeezed his balls before giggling girlishly and walking off into the lounge, leaving Darren gobsmacked. He was more perplexed than ever.

Monday evening came and he tried again to talk to his mother while Debbie was working. Once again his concerns were dismissed.

"Don't worry, dear. It was just a bit of fun, and it's our little secret." She retreated to her room, perhaps knowing that Darren wouldn't dare follow.

On Tuesday evening Darren arrived home and climbed the stairs somewhat nervously. But this time her door was firmly shut and, with mixed relief and disappointment, he went to shower, thrusting his dirty clothes into the laundry bin and stepping gratefully under the warm water.

He never saw his mother enter; in fact he only became aware of her presence when another hand began to soap his back. The sudden contact made him jump and spin around, to be confronted by his mother, naked once again and with a shower cap covering her blonde hair. This was clearly premeditated, but somehow he didn't care, the idea of showering with her suddenly became quite appealing.

"Turn around dear, and let's start on your back." He did as he was told.

It was strangely pleasant having his mother wash his back, sort of comfortable and nice to have her soapy hands running over his skin. It had been a good few years since the last time this had happened, but he was facing away from her nudity and it still didn't seem wrong at all. Even when her hands reached his bottom and were lightly rubbing against his cheeks he felt no shame or embarrassment, and his cock remained docile and limp.

But then one of her hands, warm, wet and soapy, slid into his crack and began washing between his cheeks, slippery fingers investigating and caressing his anus and his scrotum. That did have an effect, his cock immediately jerked into life and he instinctively planted his feet further apart to allow a more intimate exploration.

"Is that nice, Darren?"

"Yes, M..." Somehow he couldn't bring himself to call her 'mother' in such circumstances.

"Call me 'Jenny' if it helps." She understood his difficulty. "Is that nice too?" She had reached around with her other hand and was running warm sudsy fingers over his stomach, standing slightly to one side of him in order to reach, her nakedness just entering his peripheral vision.

"Yes, M... Jenny, very!" It felt a little awkward using her given name, but maybe not so embarrassing as calling her 'mother' at such a moment. And her hand did feel very nice against his skin.

She moved back till she was standing directly behind him and then moved in closer, sharing the shower and letting her body rest against his back as she reached around to soap his front with both hands. He couldn't help it, he just closed his eyes, let the warm water sluice over him and enjoyed the feel of wet hands on his chest and hard pointy nipples pressed against his back.

His mother's hands travelled around his body, playing with his nipples even as her own were pressed hard against him. She pulled him back against her so that he could feel her front against his back, her legs against his and even the tuft of her pubic hair on his bum cheek, then she ran sudsy palms across his stomach, allowing her fingertips to make the slightest of contacts with the base of his cock before moving away again. Darren surrendered to her attentions, no longer caring who was doing such wonderful things but just wanting the sensations to continue. The soap, the hands, the water, all three combined into a most erotic, sensual feeling, making his cock stand rigid and desperate to be touched.

When she did touch him he growled with pleasure, no longer concerned about who was fondling him, just that it felt so damn good. For several minutes she played with his cock, circling the head of his cock with warm wet fingers, caressing it with a soapy palm and then pumping at his shaft, making him squirm from the intensity of it all. Then she turned him around, pressed her belly against his erection and embraced him, holding him close to her, letting her entire body press against his before kissing him in a very non-maternal way full on the mouth. His arms encircled her and he pulled her to him, holding her tight against him and returning the kiss with interest. Eventually the water over their faces and the passion of the kiss made them break apart and gasp for breath.

"Wash me, please Darren." She stood before him holding her arms away from herself in invitation.

Darren was confused by his own feelings, repelled by what he was doing but overwhelmed by the lust that made him do it, He gazed long and hard at his mother's wet flesh, part of him longing to caress her as she had caressed him, and part of him shouting 'incest' in his ear. But eventually lust won and his hand went for the shower gel.

He began as she had by soaping her back, marvelling at the soft smooth feel of her skin under his hand, skin made slippery and sensuous with the soap. His hands slid easily over her, and the more he covered her back with suds the less his mind objected, until by the time he had reached the curves of her bottom he was breathing heavily and lost to his own arousal.

"Oh, that's lovely Darren; do me all over, everywhere." He instantly understood the meaning in the word 'everywhere' and his cock twitched with anticipation.

Without saying anything else his mother now turned to face him, still holding her arms out from her sides, letting him know that she was submitting to his touch and was fully available. His mouth dried at the thought and his heart began to pound. Would he have the nerve to do what she obviously invited, and did he really want to?

He soaped his hands again and cupped her breasts, rubbing soap all over them, feeling their soft firm weight in his slippery palms, her nipples feeling bullet hard against his hand. She moaned softly and closed her eyes. His hands now roamed her front at will, travelling over flesh made slippery with soap from the smooth strength of her arms to the gentle swell of her belly, and even on down until his fingers encountered the first tight curls of her pubic hair. At that point his nerve failed him and he hastily retreated to the comparative safety of her abdomen.

"No, don't stop there."

His mother shifted her weight to stand with her feet further apart, the message clear. Reassured by her repeated invitation and with his heart pounding hard with excitement, Darren ran his hand down her belly, on over her pubic mound and cupped her pussy in his fingers. She hung her arms around his neck for support and opened her legs even wider, groaning softly in her need.

Darren massaged her pussy with soapy fingers, feeling her labia open to his touch and her clitoris standing proud and hard as his fingers passed over it. But he was now after the main prize and wriggled two fingers between her pussy lips, searching for and finding her vagina, then pausing briefly as if expecting to be forbidden before plunging deeply into her. She cried out with his invasion, holding tighter to his neck and thrusting herself against his fingers.

Her legs were spread as wide a standing position would allow and she hung onto him to save from falling, pressing her cheek against his nipple and rubbing her face on his chest hair. He was thrusting two fingers in and out of her pussy, slowly and uncertainly at first, then with more speed and power as she began to moan and whimper with pleasure. Soon she was moving with him, rubbing herself against his hand as it entered her and squirming slightly as if to ensure the deepest possible penetration.

Darren was wondering nervously if he dare replace his fingers with something more intimate, more sexual, and infinitely more incestuous, but as he hesitated she began to cry out as an orgasm hit her, and he had missed his chance. But as she came she pushed herself against him, deliberately rubbing her hip on his cock, and he knew that sooner or later it could happen.

After her climax was over his mother – he was still reluctant to think of her as Jenny – clung to him for long minutes while she got her breath back and while he adjusted to the thought of what he had just done and, more importantly, what he had just contemplated doing. Then she looked up at him and smiled a shy little smile that reflected her own uncertainties about their actions. Then she took a deep breath and removed her arms from around his neck and took his hands in hers.

"Thank you Darren, I needed you to do that. Now I know that I'm a still a woman." She smiled wanly before looking down at his unused erection. "Now it's only fair that I return the favour."

As she said that Darren expected her to take him in her hand and wank him, but she made his heart race in unbelieving anticipation as she knelt before him and opened her mouth. Her lips were as expert as her hands had been and she drew amazing sensations from his cock with her tongue swirling around the head while her mouth rose and fell on his shaft. It was only a matter of a couple of minutes before he felt his balls tighten and his climax threatened to overwhelm him.

"I'm going to cum." He looked down as he uttered his warning but there was no discernable reaction. "I'm going to cum, very soon," He repeated and a little nod affirmed that he had been heard.

She made no attempt to take him from her mouth and seconds later he was flooding her with cum, sending spurt after thick spurt into her. She slurped and gobbled, but somehow she coped, never breaking from the rhythm of her mouth on his shaft and never spilling a drop of his spunk. He was gratefully impressed and still a not little surprised to find his respectable mother did oral sex and swallowed. He couldn't remember having seen a sexier sight than when he looked down through water cascading from his body over the head of his mother bobbing up and down his shaft.

Dinner that evening was a quiet affair and each of them was occupied with their own thoughts. Darren was mulling over the days events again, as he supposed, so was his mother. He had managed to get his brain around the incestuous manner of their behaviour and was able to regard his mother just as a sexy older woman, simply because to think otherwise would be unbearable to his inbuilt moral code. He had also accepted that they would sooner or later take that final step and fuck, something he both longed for and dreaded. What was bothering him now was Debbie. Because whichever way you looked at it, he was cheating on her and with them all living under the same roof she was bound sooner or later to find out.

After dinner they both sat on the sofa watching television, though Darren could not have said what was showing if he had been asked. He was still thinking fondly of the blow job he had received from his mother, especially the moment when his cum had surged into her mouth. That, he thought, was the defining moment of their liaison, because that was when it had turned from a bit of fun that either could pull back from, to a full on incestuous relationship. It was also a moment of knee buckling pleasure and one when he first came in any woman's mouth other than Debbie's. Even the memory was making his cock rise again, forming a bulge in his jeans that he made no attempt to hide.

For a while they both sat in silence, though he was sure from one or two surreptitious sideways glances that his mother was aware of his erect state. He wasn't sure what he expected, but he wanted her to know how he felt and to know that he was willing if she was. All the way through it was his mother who had taken the lead, and that suited Darren fine, allowing him mentally to load any blame on her. He knew that if she was interested, she would react to his unspoken offer.

Suddenly she rose to her feet and held her hand out to him.

"Shall we go upstairs?"

He nodded mutely and stood up, ignoring her proffered hand but following tamely as she led the way up the stairs. At the top of the stairs she opened her bedroom door and stood aside or him to enter, following him in and shutting the door firmly and deliberately behind her. He stood waiting uncertainly in the middle of the room, knowing full well why they were there but unwilling to commit himself to that knowledge.

She left the door and walked up to him, reaching out as she got close enough to stroke his rigid cock through the fabric of his jeans.

"Would you like to use that on me properly?" She asked, simplifying the question by continuing. "Will you fuck me?"

"Yes, I will, I want it too." Just for once he took the lead and began to undress, pulling his tee-shirt over his head.

She smiled happily and unzipped the back of her dress.

As soon as they were both naked she lay on the bed and smiled up at him, then opened her legs and stretched out her arms towards him, making sure there could be no ambiguity in her invitation. He looked down at her, noticing that her pussy, outlined in curly dark hair, was wet and slick in confirmation of her arousal. He moved forward to lie on top of her, now in no doubt of her intention.

He sank down into her arms, positioning himself between her legs then reached down to guide himself into her, placing the tip of his cock just at the entrance to her vagina.

"That's it Darren darling, do it to me."

She was whispering in his ear, her arms wrapped around him, holding him tight. He pushed, hard, sliding his cock deep into her pussy in one powerful thrust. 'That's it,' he thought, 'now I'm doing it, now I'm fucking my own mother.' She cried out, a deep cry of joy as he entered her.

"Ooooh, yes. Fuck me darling, fuck your mother."

She began to move against him, matching his thrusts.

"Harder darling, fuck me harder. Push it right up my cunt, fill me with your cock." She was gasping her words from arousal and his thrusts into her, inflaming him with her dirty talk.

"Harder Darren, harder. Fuck your mother harder. Fuck your mother's cunt, push it up me. Don't stop till you cum, I want your spunk in me."

He was amazed and aroused by her language, he had never had such talk whispered into his ear before and her continuous reminders that he was fucking his mother was sending him crazy with lust.

"I'm going to cum soon. You're going to make your mother cum soon. I'm going to cum with your cock fucking my cunt."

Suddenly her grip on his back tightened, she turned her head to kiss him. She clamped her mouth tightly over his and probed deeply with her tongue while little whimpering sounds in her throat told him that she was in the throes of orgasm. He could feel her hips dancing on the bed beneath him as she came, throwing him out of rhythm and delaying his own approaching climax.

As her orgasm passed she crossed her legs over his back and pinned him to her, holding his cock deep inside her as the last waves of pleasure washed over her. Then, releasing his mouth from her kiss she moved her head to the side and began whispering in his ear once more.

"Thank you Darren. Thank you my darling. I needed that, I needed to be fucked like that, especially by you. Now don't stop, fuck me till you cum and let me feel your spunk shoot inside me."

He legs eased their grip and he began to thrust into her once again, slowly at first but the more rapidly and more forcefully as his climax loomed once again.

"That's it, keep going darling, keep fucking me, I want you to cum inside me."

Her encouragement made him hotter and hotter and brought his climax closer. Soon he felt his balls grow heavy as his spunk gathered for his ejaculation.

"I'm going to cum, ma."

"That's good, darling, shoot into me; give me all you've got. Let your mother take all your spunk into her cunt."

Darren was not usually noisy lover, but this time he let out an almost animal like roar as his cum flooded from his cock in surge after surge, deep into his mothers body, filling her cunt as she has asked. As he came he pushed himself hard into her, flattening her body, driving the breath from her lungs, making her gasp from the force of it. Then, as his orgasm slowly subsided he collapsed on top of her, a panting, sweaty heap, his slowly softening cock still inside her cum filled passage.

Then, without warning, still lying limply across his mother's body, Darren began to laugh, a nervous, tension releasing giggle that brought a look of alarm to his mother's face.

"What the matter darling?"

"Nothing really, it just occurred to me that there can't be many men who have committed their first incest and adultery both in one evening."

"And there can't be many men who have given so much pleasure to themselves and their mother both in one evening, either." She retorted.

They lay together quietly for a little while longer, wrapped in each others arms and each deep in their own thoughts until, by mutual silent consent, they disentangled themselves and showered together, parting with an affectionate kiss as each went to their own room in search of clean clothes.

Hours later, Darren lay beside Debbie, staring into the dark and wrestling with his guilty thoughts. He desperately wanted to confess what had happened, but just didn't have the nerve. Then abruptly, the light came on and a sleepy Debbie was looking at him, concern clear on her face.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Can't you sleep?"

He looked across at her dolefully. "There's something I need to tell you, Debs, but I don't know how to start."

"Can I help out with a guess?"

He gave a short barking laugh. "I doubt it, not even in your wildest dreams."

"Well I'll guess anyway. You spent this evening fucking Jenny, yes?"

Darren stared at his wife open-mouthed.

"Don't worry, sweet, she told me it was likely to happen soon, and she winked at me when I came home tonight, so I knew really."

"You knew?" Darren echoed in disbelief.

Debbie gave him a reassuring smile. "Yes, we'd discussed it after you caught her playing with herself that first night."

"You discussed it?" Darren was in danger of becoming a parrot, so great was his astonishment.

"Yes, you see, Jenny seduced me years ago, before we were married even, and she and I have been lovers on and off ever since." Debbie reached out and took her husband's hand in hers. "And now she's living with us, we thought it would be nice if we could all share each other openly."

Darren was gobsmacked.Darren would be the first to agree that his household is one of the strangest that anyone is likely to come across. It is a classic ménage-a-trios except that the triangle is made up of himself and two women, Debbie, his wife, and Jenny, who was his mother, and that combination must be rarer than rocking horse shit. It had begun several months ago when his mother had come to stay with himself and Debbie while her divorce from his father went through. Within a week she had seduced him, as, unbeknown to him, she had already seduced Debbie some time before. Now they all lived and loved together quite happily, sharing each others beds and bodies as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and he was now a happy man. Not that he was telling the world about his domestic arrangements, you understand, and anyway, it hadn't been the smoothest of rides to get to this point. It had been a difficult adjustment that had come close to tearing the family apart, and it is the subject of this chapter.

The arrangement now worked quite well, suiting the participant's natural inclinations perfectly. Debbie was passively bi-sexual with marked submissive tendencies, Jenny was aggressively bi-sexual with a very high libido and, though not into bdsm as such, she was definitely dominant in the bedroom. As for Darren, well he was an easy going randy male quite happy to fuck whatever pussy was made available to him and he could be slightly dominant or mildly submissive as the situation demanded. If the fact that Jenny was Darren's mother could be ignored, then the three fitted together perfectly, though one twenty-seven year old man with a twenty-three year old woman and a fifty-two year old woman might sound a little odd.

They had worked out a code of practise so as not to invade each others privacy too much, and it was simply that if a bedroom door was open, then entry was allowed, but if it were closed then privacy must be respected. On one occasion Darren had gone upstairs to find his own bedroom door closed, and then he had simply gone into Jenny's room to sleep, leaving the women to it. Had the door been open, a threesome would probably have followed as it had on other occasions, and it must be said that Darren liked threesomes with his wife and his mother a lot. The first one had been only a few days after he found out about his wife and his mother being lesbian lovers.

That first one just about blew his mind. It came about after his contrite and anxious admission to Debbie that he'd had sex with another woman, and that woman was none other than his own mother. The response of 'that's ok darling, so have I!' had left him completely gobsmacked, and he hadn't known if he should be angry, happy, or worried. In the end he'd settled for being randy and getting his wife to tell him how it had happened whilst fucking the arse off her as she'd whispered the sexy details into his ear. She must then have told Jenny, her mother-in-law and lover, that he knew, because by the next evening the whole atmosphere had changed, though it wasn't until the following day that anything happened, and that's when shit and fan came together.

The first he knew that something was on the cards was when he walked into the lounge to find the two women in a clinch in the middle of the room with his mother kissing his wife passionately on the mouth. For a moment he recoiled in shock, but then he remembered his own and Debbie's revelations of the night before, and their unspoken agreement for all three to play freely. He made a mumbled 'excuse me' and turned for the door, but the two women broke their embrace and went to sit primly side by side on the sofa.

"No, Darren, you don't need to go. We're not doing anything, and anyway, if we were it wouldn't matter now."

His mother's words called him back, but he still stood a little nervously, not quite sure how to react.

"Did it bother you, seeing us kiss?" She asked him.

"It came as a bit of a surprise, that's all." He went and sat in his favourite armchair facing the television, the women still just visible in his peripheral vision. It had bothered him, but he didn't really want to discuss it now.

"Well dear, now that you know about us we're not going to hide it anymore. In fact, there is no reason why we should, is there?"

Darren was still feeling guilty and embarrassed and nodded agreement just to end the conversation, his eyes fixed on a blank television screen. He needed time to adjust to what he had learned, not to have it thrust down his throat.

"Darren dear, look at me." His mother's tone reminded him of his childhood, but he instinctively turned in the chair to face her. "It's no use pretending nothing has changed, but if you can get over the guilt thing we can have a lot of fun together."

"Back off mother, please, let me get used to the idea of you two being in bed together before you flaunt it. And I'm still trying to come to terms with what you and I did.

"Debbie and I enjoy each other, that's all, just like you and I enjoyed each other. If nobody minds, where's the problem?"

"Mother, I don't know how you can be so matter of fact about things." If it was going to be spoken about openly, then Darren needed to have his say. "What you and I did has a name, it's called incest, and it's against the law. And you pretty much forced me into it. Besides that, I've found out that Debbie has been two timing me with my own bloody mother, how do you think that makes me feel? Especially when I walk in and find my wife and my mother snogging like a couple of adolescents."

"Well, my darling, I hate to have to point out the flaw in your argument, but you were also quite happy to cheat on Debbie with me the other night, weren't you? Nobody forced your dick to get a hard on! At least we've now brought it into the open. And as for incest, yes we did commit incest, but the law was made to prevent genetically handicapped children from being born, I'm fifty-two and post menopausal, so how likely is that with me?" Jenny's voice had a hard edge to it.

The reminder that he had actually committed adultery as well as incest hit Darren hard, especially with his wife present to hear it, and he didn't really want her justification of their incest either. His temper got the better of him and he lashed out verbally.

"I do know how old you are, mother. What I don't know is how a lovely girl like Debbie would want to fuck with an old woman like you."

"I notice you don't wonder how come you want to fuck with me." Jenny retorted. "I suppose that's because being a man any cunt will do, eh?"

His mother paused, then went on. "You are sore because you felt guilty when you'd been to bed with me, but then found out that Debbie had been there as well. It didn't sit well with your fragile male ego, did it, little boy?"

Darren coloured up, his temper rising at his mother's hurtful remarks, but before he could reply Debbie jumped in to try and rescue the situation.

"Darren, I'm truly sorry that I've cheated on you all this time, but I just didn't know how to tell you. I mean, how could I come home and say 'Darren I've something to tell you, I'm bisexual and I've just had sex with your mother', think about it sweetheart, how could I? And you have to admit, she is very, very sexy, isn't she?"

Darren sighed. "I suppose have to agree there don't I? I'd look a right twat if I committed the world's greatest moral sin with an ugly old cow, wouldn't I?"

He smiled faintly as he finished speaking, but Debbie grinned openly.

"How could a man as good looking as you have an ugly mother?"

"Look, I'm glad, genuinely glad, that you both find me sexy, but I'm not in the business of exacerbating marital problems that I've already helped to create. So if it's going to cause friction, I'll move out." Jenny looked from her son to her daughter-in-law before adding more quietly. "Then we'll all lose out."

Darren waved his mother into silence and then looked at Debbie with his serious face on. "Do you really want to keep going to bed with M...Jenny?" He stumbled slightly on his mother's given name.

Debbie replied equally seriously. "Yes, I do, if you'll let me."

He turned to his mother. "Then there's no way you're moving out, because if you two are going to get it together, and I think you will whatever I say, let's have it where we all know what's going on."

"And what about you and I? Do you want us to do it again?"

"I think that was a mistake." He went silent for a moment. "But, if I'm going to be absolutely honest, I can't guarantee I won't want to make the same mistake again."

"Does that mean..."

Darren cut Debbie off. "It means that we'll see how we go. Right now I'm feeling too mixed up to think straight. So if it's alright with you two, I'd like for us to rule nothing out, but if anything does create a problem it stops straight away, yes?"

"Done!" Said Debbie, relief colouring her voice.

Man and wife then looked at the 'other woman' expectantly.

"Done!" Said Jenny, then to herself... "And so I want to be - often."

Then she looked hard at Darren.

"So how would you feel if Debbie and I kissed each other now, in light of what's just been said?"

He couldn't see why it had to be right now, but... "Do it, and let's see."

"Don't worry, darling, it's only a kiss to seal our arrangement." Debbie was back pouring oil on their waters.

Darren wasn't completely convinced, and in fact he was still feeling a bit hot under the collar from the exchange with his mother, but he wanted his wife to enjoy herself, and in truth he badly wanted to fuck his mother again. He was prepared to bend his conscience quite a long way to accommodate his needs.

"I hope you will stay and watch. But if I look and see you've gone I'll know you're just jealous." His mother turned to Debbie and held out her arms.

Darren bridled momentarily at her remark, but then sat and watched his wife slip into his mother's embrace in a kind of disbelieving haze. Debbie obviously didn't object and when their mouths opened to kiss, it showed for the briefest of moments that her tongue was ready to play, and he felt a shudder pass through him. Even though he knew it wasn't true, he couldn't help but feel rejected. Strike one to Jenny.

But so erotic was the tableau before him that after only a few seconds his instinctive aversion disappeared and he sat transfixed, openly staring at the two women. They had both moved closer together and half turned so that they could fit into each other's arms. They embraced tightly and kissed deeply, both clearly enjoying every moment, and probably even more so because Darren was watching. He sat fascinated, unable and unwilling to look away, leaning forward in his seat as if to get a better view.

After a short while of almost non stop kissing Jenny glanced towards Darren and then took hold of Debbie's top, pulling it up and over her bra, leaving it rolled above the swell of Debbie's bosom. Jenny's hands could now caress Debbie's bare back, gliding softly and smoothly over her naked skin, and Debbie closed her eyes in obvious pleasure for a moment or two before pulling away and raising her arms to allow the top to be pulled over her head. It was strangely exciting for Darren to watch someone else undressing his wife, as he had himself so often done.

Even as her top fell to the floor Debbie reached around and unhooked her bra, letting it fall forwards onto her arms and then onto the sofa, leaving her naked to the waist. Jenny gazed at her daughter-in-law for a moment and then began to unbutton her own blouse, turning to look at Darren at the same time.

"You have a beautiful wife, dear, I'm sure you don't really mind sharing her with your mother, do you?" Her blouse fell to the floor and she reached back for her own bra clasp. Darren didn't answer, he wasn't quite sure how much sarcasm there was in the words.

With both women now naked to the waist Darren couldn't help but compare them, and was pleasantly surprised to notice that his mother's breasts were almost as high as those of his wife. As the two went back into each other's arms Debbie's pale pink nipples were only an inch or so above Jenny's darker ones. No wonder, thought Darren, that I fancy fucking both of them equally.

"You don't mind seeing us like this, do you?" He just shook his head at Jenny's question, not certain enough to actually say 'no'.

"Does it turn you on?" Darren nodded this time, unable to deny the bulge in his jeans.

"Good, it's nice for us with you being there." Darren noticed how Jenny had spoken for both of them without consulting Debbie, though he didn't think that Debbie would disagree.

Jenny was now clearly taking control on the sofa too, twisting towards Debbie and leaning over her to push her back onto the sofa, kissing her hungrily at the same time. Both of Debbie's hands encircled Jenny's back, but Jenny placed one of hers on Debbie's breast, squeezing and moulding the flesh beneath her fingers. 'Pull on her nipple' advised Darren silently, drawing on his own knowledge of his wife's preferences, but Jenny continued just to squeeze and knead Debbie's breast. Not that Debbie was complaining, far from it, she was making that little purring 'mmm' that Darren knew came from pleasure and she was clutching tightly to her lover's back and holding her close.

With Debbie laying back on the sofa Jenny's free hand was able to explore her body with relative ease and it soon found its way to her knee, where it circled for a minute before starting to slide up her leg, pushing up her skirt as it went. Darren watched spellbound as his wife's legs swung open to admit his mother's hand. His cock was now pressing against his zip and he was breathing hard, wanting to join in but at the same time not wanting to spoil the scenario unfolding before him.

It wasn't long before his mother's hand had found its way past the tops of Debbie's hold-ups and onto the creamy pale flesh on the inside of her thigh, stroking and caressing, teasing and circling, but all the time creeping closer to her crotch. Darren could hear her repeating the words 'oh, yes' under her breath as the hand crept closer. Debbie's legs were now held as far apart as she could manage and she was pushing herself forward a little in an unconscious effort to get that hand to where she wanted it most. But she didn't have to wait long, Jenny soon reached top of her thighs and, pausing just to pull her skirt out of the way, began to massage Debbie's pussy through her skimpy white panties.

"Oh, yes! That's lovely, please don't stop." This time Debbie spoke out loud, imploring Jenny to keep going.

Jenny replied to Debbie's pleas with a question. "Do you like me rubbing your pussy?"

Darren had already discovered that Jenny enjoyed talking dirty during sex and it turned him on even more to hear the words directed at his wife, even though he suspected Jenny was laying it on a bit for his benefit.

"Oh yes, I do." Debbie pushed herself forward a little more.

"Would you like me to play with your pussy under your knickers?"

"Oh, God, yes please."

Jenny's hand burrowed under Debbie's panties, pushing them to one side to give herself more room to play with her pussy. Darren stared, watching his mother's fingers seeking and finding their way between his wife's pussy lips, spreading them a little and finding her clit. He could see from where he sat that Debbie's clit was engorged and standing proud of its sheath, just waiting for the attention it was about to get. Jenny was obviously used to playing with Debbie and knew just what the younger woman liked, running the flats of her fingers back and forth across the tip of her clit in just the same way that Debbie asked Darren to do. He couldn't help but wonder if Jenny hadn't done it first and Debbie had then asked him to do the same.

"Would you like me to finger your cunt?" Jenny's earthy language was getting to both Darren and Debbie.

"Yes, please finger me." Debbie was now gasping from arousal.

"How many fingers would you like up you?" Jenny's voice was also getting thick with lust.

"As many as you can get in."

"No, I think we'll stick to two, I can get deeper into your cunt with two." Jenny hooked two fingers and plunged them full depth into Debbie's tunnel.

Jenny didn't finger fuck Debbie in the same way that Darren did. Instead of simply pistoning in and out of her, Jenny did it much more deliberately, sliding her fingers deep into Debbie and then withdrawing them entirely to rub up between her labia and press against her clit. Then they were reinserted deep into Debbie's pussy just as purposefully. Darren watched Debbie's enthusiastic responses and listened to her little pleasure whimpers, mentally noting what Jenny was doing so that he could try the same thing himself.

"Is that good?" Jenny was asking questions again, making Debbie verbalise her feelings.

"Oh my God, yes."

"So you like to have your mother-in-law fingering your cunt?" Jenny looked across at her son with triumph in her eyes.

"Yes, God yes." Debbie was getting close to a climax; Darren could recognise the telltale movements of her hips against Jenny's fingers.

"Tell me exactly what you like." Jenny was pushing Debbie to speak.

"I like to feel my mother-in-law fingering my cunt. I love her to finger fuck me while my husband watches."

Jenny paused, deliberately teasing Debbie, who was on the verge of cumming.

"Oh no! Please don't stop." Debbie's need was urgent.

"What will you do for me if I keep going?"

"Anything, whatever you want."

"Will you lick my cunt?"

"Yes! Anytime you want." Jenny's fingers began to move in and out of Debbie's pussy once more, but very slowly as if maintaining the tease.

"Anytime?"

"Oh, yes. I want to!" Jenny's fingers speeded up, now she was just finger fucking Debbie as hard as she could, sensing that she was about to cum.

"Will you do it now?"

"Yyeeessssss!" Debbie exploded into orgasm, her hips leaving the seat as she thrust herself onto Jenny's probing fingers, the older woman's sexy questioning sending her over the edge. The orgasm was a good one, Darren stared as his wife's hips bucked and jerked under the waves of sensation that he knew must be ripping through her. She clung to Jenny, gripping her lovers back hard enough to leave red marks on the skin afterwards, and she cried out, repeating her 'yes' time after time.

When eventually Debbie subsided into a panting heap on the sofa, Jenny looked across at Darren with her head cocked to one side and an eyebrow raised.

"You see, if you can get over your stupid guilt trip, you could have two women in your bed whenever you want, and, treated right, most women will do anything you ask of them."

The implied offer made Darren's cock stand sharply to attention, but as he thought about it he realised that Jenny was only rubbing his nose in what Debbie had promised her. She was crowing about the influence she had over his wife! He turned on his heels and stalked out of the house, not wanting another row but deeply angry with his mother.

For nearly an hour he patrolled the nearby river bank, head down and taking no notice whatever of his beautiful surroundings, just going over and over in his mind the things that had happened.

Yes, he agreed with himself, he had allowed his mother to seduce him, so it was equally his fault that it had happened. No, it shouldn't have happened, but it had, and he had to accept that. Yes, it was the taboo excitement that attracted him in the first place, but then he had enjoyed fucking her anyway and badly wanted to do it again – and again and again, for that matter. Her dirty talk, especially when she reminded him earthily of their relationship, really turned him on. If only she'd get off his back.

Then he began to go over Debbie's contribution, and there the water got muddy. He was fascinated by the idea of his wife and mother involved in lesbian sex and really and genuinely didn't mind. But he resented the fact that Debbie had got to his mother first, or was it that his mother had chosen Debbie first, he wasn't sure. He felt, for some inexplicable reason, that as her son, he should have been Jenny's first choice. The other thing that really, really got to him was the fact that he hadn't known. All this time they'd been playing behind his back, and he hadn't realised.

He was, he finally decided, quite willing to live as a trio, with each openly screwing the other two, so long as his fucking mother stopped trying to score points over him with comments such as she had made when he'd walked out. He spun on his heel and marched towards the house, determined to sort matters out properly.

But then, even as he walked through the door, he knew it wasn't going to happen. There was no sign of the two women downstairs, but as he went through the hall he could hear the sounds of sex coming form upstairs. He supposed Debbie was making good on her promise to his mother.

He paused at the bottom of the stairs, hesitating, wondering if he should, or even could, go up and join them, then deciding that his mother would only see it as another victory. So for a little while he stood there, letting images of what he believed might be happening flit across his minds eye while he strained his ears for clues as to what they were actually up to. All he could hear were little moans and gasps, tiny whimpers of pleasure, but nothing he could identify as a definite activity. Finally, thoroughly pissed off and frustrated he retreated to the lounge and flipped on the television, a repeat of 'Lost' drowning out the noises from above. 'What a way to spend a Saturday' he thought to himself.

Dinner was a silent meal that evening. Debbie kept her head down in the literal sense and Darren and Jenny spent the time exchanging frosty glares. As soon as it was over Jenny announced that she was going to her room and marched out, and Darren rose intending to slink off into the lounge without a word.

"Ok." Debbie put down her coffee cup with an angry clatter. "I've had enough of this. If it can't be sorted you'll only have one woman to fuck, and that'll be your mother." She strode determinedly out of the room in the direction of the stairs.

She was gone for a good half hour, and Darren began to wonder if they were 'at it again' before common sense ruled that out. But nonetheless, he was getting a bit worried before he heard her feet coming back down the stairs. She came into the lounge and looked hard at Darren before sitting down.

"Right, straight talk?"

"Yes."

"You enjoyed having sex with Jenny, didn't you?"

"Yes." Darren opened his mouth to say more, but his wife put up a silencing hand.

"And now you feel ashamed and embarrassed that you fucked your mother, guilty because I found out, and jealous because I go to bed with her too, right?"

Darren thought about it for a minute.

"I suppose that pretty well sums it up."

"And now your guilt is making you try and shift all the blame onto her, even if it wrecks your relationship, right."

"Hey now, it isn't all me...." He didn't get to finish.

"Shut up Darren, right now we're talking just about you, and what I said is right, isn't it?"

Darren was beginning to feel like the boy caught stealing apples. "Yes, Damn it!"

"No need to raise your voice. You'll be interested to know that I've just had this self same discussion with your mother, she's feeling just as ashamed of herself, though in her case it's because you blame her for seducing you. She would dearly like to say sorry, but just like her fucking son, she's too damn pig headed to make the first move and would rather go on with each of you blaming the other."

Darren was surprised to know that his mother felt bad about what had happened, but not at all surprised to find the wouldn't back down. He could never remember any time when she had.

Debbie was talking again. "So, somehow I need you both to make up, even if it means neither of us being in Jenny's bed ever again."

"All right, you've made your point. Let things cool down overnight and I promise I'll try and make it up with her in the morning."

Darren realised that he and Jenny owed it to Debbie, who was stuck in the middle, to settle their differences. The real fault lay in the fact that basic human urges do not always coincide with ingrained moral codes, and they'd all three been caught between the two. They'd have to put what had happened behind them and settle for obeying either their urges or their morals. They couldn't do both. He wasn't sure how he would tackle the problem, but he had all night to think about it.

But the first part of the night was spent in an entirely different way. Darren was mulling over the days events as he lay with Debbie naked in his arms in bed that night and he couldn't help wondering just what she and Jenny had got up to whilst he was watching the television.

"Not been the worlds best day has it?" He asked, looking for a way to broach the subject.

"No, I've definitely had better."

"Well, at least you enjoyed two bits of it."

"Two?" He could see puzzlement on her face in the light from the bedside lamp.

"Yes, don't try and tell me you didn't enjoy Jenny fingering you on the sofa, I saw you cum, remember. That's the first one."

"Oh yes, I didn't know she intended to take things that far, but once she'd started I got too randy to say stop. Whatever she's like in other ways, she's bloody good in bed and I can't deny it got me going."

"Did you mind me being there?"

"God, no. That made it even better. I just wish you could have watched us a bit later, while you were out."

"Do you want to tell me about it?"

Darren pulled his wife to him as he spoke.

She shook her head. "No, wait a minute." She slipped out from under the duvet leaving him looking bemused.

"We don't need this." She said as she pulled the duvet from the bed and threw it into a heap in the corner, leaving Darren naked on the bed. Then she went to the door and opened it a little, leaving a gap of about a foot for anyone to peek through.

"You don't mind, do you, it's my olive branch to your mother."

"No, I don't mind. In fact I hope she accepts it." He meant it too.

Debbie came back to the bed and lay beside him, one leg thrown over his. She supported her head on one hand and the other reached out to play with his cock.

"If she sees the door open and wants to come in, I want it to make her want to stay." She explained. "Now, what did you want me to tell you about?"

"Well, you were going to tell me about you and Jenny in bed this afternoon."

She moved her fingers gently on his cock. "Was I? I don't think I'd agreed to tell you anything – but I will. What did you want to know."

"What I want to know is, did you make good your promise to go down on her?"

Debbie smiled. "Yes."

Darren waited for her to continue, but when nothing followed he asked. "Would you care to expand a little on that?"

"Oh! You mean you want details?"

"It would be nice." He thrust into her a little harder by way of emphasis.

"Well, after you'd gone out she said 'let's go upstairs', and we did,"

"And?"

"And I went down on her, like I'd agreed."

"Stop teasing, tell me the lurid details, or you'll suffer the consequences."

Darren reached to grip a nipple between his finger and thumb and pull it away from her body. Debbie gasped for a moment then hooked her leg further over his to push herself hard against his side, grinding her pubes against his hip.

"You always do drive a hard bargain, but maybe I'd sooner suffer the consequences this time."

He pulled harder, stretching her nipple. She moaned softly.

"Ok, I give in, I'll tell you. Just do it once more to make sure I mean it."

Darren gripped more tightly and then pulled and twisted her nipple as hard as he dare. She groaned with the mixture of pain and pleasure, and began thrusting her body back and forth on his side.

"I mean it, I mean it!" He relented and loosened is grip. Debbie licked her lips. "Christ, I don't know why I like that, but I surely do."

Then she wriggled herself comfy and started to tell him what he wanted to know.

"Like I said, after you'd gone out we went up to her room and then we got undressed. She lay down in the middle of the bed and just opened her legs as wide as she could and pulled her knees right back. She doesn't shave and all I could do was stare at her wet pink gash outlined in curly black hair. I thought it was the sexiest sight I'd ever seen, even though I've seen her pussy lots of times."

Debbie raised her head and looked down at her husband. "It was a bit strange really, 'cos she was obviously so turned on she was nearly ready to cum before I'd touched her." She stopped speaking for a minute looking thoughtful. "I think it was because she was thinking about you fucking her again, don't ask me why, but that's what I think."

"Anyway, then I went down and started licking her pussy, and my God was she wet. She started rubbing herself against me, and I had her juices all over my face I about five seconds flat. Hers are the only juices I've tasted apart from my own, but I think she tastes ever so sexy, don't you?"

Debbie paused, waiting for Darren to answer.

"I don't know darling, I've not tasted them."

"Didn't you go down on her?" Darren shook his head.

"Well, you want to, she tastes lovely. Oh, and when you do, she loves it if you bite her clit."

Darren looked at his wife in astonishment. "Bite it?"

"Yes, and quite hard too. See if you can get it between your teeth and pull on it. That makes her cum by itself sometimes."

Darren had never in his wildest dreams expected to be given lessons on how to do oral sex on his mother, and with his wife as his teacher. The whole thing seemed totally surreal, and his face must have reflected his confusion.

"You'd be surprised, Darren, your mother is a lot kinkier than you'd think. You wait, you'll find out."

"Anyway." Debbie continued. "What I like to do is to try and get my tongue as far up inside her as I can, and then lick the walls of her tunnel, and I did that as well, sort of alternating between nipping her clit with my teeth and tongue fucking her. I made her cum twice like that today, good ones too, before she turned over and we did a sixty-nine.

She stopped for a moment before going on. "You know, I love her pussy being hairy, it somehow makes it much more.... " She struggled to find a word. "I don't know, sort of more dangerous. I'm not sure why, but the fact that she's framed in curly hair seems to emphasise the fact that it's wicked and we shouldn't be going it."

Darren was happy that his wife found it relatively easy to talk about her session's with Jenny, but it still felt a bit strange to hear about his mother's sexual activities from his wife's lips. Sometimes he had to remind himself that this was the mother he had only known as a respectable member of the community.

"After we'd both cum from doing each other, we lay on the bed and she started talking about you. Did you know that when you were going out with Samantha she spotted you two fucking in the field behind the house?"

"No, I didn't know that! Christ, that's ages ago, I was only about nineteen then."

"Well she did see you, in fact she said she stood and watched you banging Sam like a rabbit, and that's when she first wanted to you to fuck her. She's wanted it to happen ever since, and now that it has she's scared stupid that she's damaged your relationship with her. She really wants you two to make it a regular thing, but not if it'll stop you looking on her as your mother. But, of course, being your mother and as pig-headed as you, she won't let on how much she wants to take you to bed."

"Jesus." That's all Darren could say.

"And I want you both to get together as well. I'm not going to lose you under any circumstances, but I don't want to lose Jenny either. So I'd like you to make it up with her, and if you become lovers, then so be it. And if we can all share, then better still." Debbie had now made her position clear; the rest was up to Darren.

Darren lay thinking about it for a long time after Debbie had rolled away from him to switch the light off and fallen asleep. He was wrestling with his conscience, but he knew already what he was going to do. All he was doing by chewing it over again was trying to justify his intention to fuck both women as often as he could. But for that to happen he had to placate his very stubborn mother, even if that meant accepting blame for reacting to what he clearly saw as his mother's gloating. That was going to take some swallowing.

He glanced at the clock, seeing that he's been in bed for two hours and had yet to close his eyes. He resolved to get some sleep and think about things more in the morning, and he slid from the bed and put on his bathrobe to go and empty his bladder before settling down for the night.

He forgot that the door had been purposely left open, not that the invitation had worked, and he rapped his knuckles smartly against the edge of it while reaching for the handle. Cursing softly he made his way to the bathroom.

When he came out of the bathroom he was surprised to notice that there was now enough light to see by, and that the light emanated from Jenny's partly open door. He recognized it was her attempt at an olive branch, and one he couldn't really afford to decline.

Putting his head around the door he could see his mother lying awake, her eyes open and staring at the ceiling, making no sign that she knew he was there.

"Truce?" He asked.

"Truce." She replied, still not looking in his direction.

Closing the door behind him, he went into the room, standing close to the bed and towering over her so that she could not avoid seeing him. Her eyes met his at long last and slowly filled with silent tears.

Moved by her tears Darren sat on the bed beside his mother and reached to embrace her as she reached up to embrace him.

"Oh Darren, hold me." She was shaking with silent sobs and he could feel his own eyes filling up as they clung to each other.

They stayed like that for what seemed a long time, holding each other close with tears trickling down their cheeks, but then after the tears had stopped Jenny pulled back a corner of the duvet.

"Get in, baby, please. I sleep nude, but that doesn't matter, I just want to feel you close."

Darren slipped off his bathrobe and climbed into his mother's bed, their naked bodies immediately coming together in a strangely platonic embrace. For a while they lay like that, mother and son naked but just hugging, then Jenny turned her face to Darren and softly kissed him on the lips.

"I am your mother, and I will always love you as my son. But I am also a woman and I want you as my lover." She stopped for a minute. "So please tell me if I can have both?"

It was a few minutes before Darren answered and Jenny was beginning to fear the answer she least wanted to hear, but when he spoke it was not as cut and dried as that.

"Mother. That's what you are, my mother. If we were to be lovers it could only ever be between these four walls. The only other person who could ever know would be Debbie, and then only because she is already my wife and your lesbian partner. It wouldn't be easy. I think maybe you want me just because I am your son, instead of any other man, and you just want what you shouldn't have. I admit, right now, that is the attraction for me, the fact that to have you is forbidden, even though I must admit you are a very attractive lady as well. So if you want to secretly fuck your son as well as your daughter-in-law, just because they are your son and daughter-in-law, that's fine, and if you can cope with the morality of it, then so can I!"

Their next kiss was far from platonic, Jenny's arms went around Darren's neck and she pulled him over on top of her, squeezing him tight and trying very hard to push her tongue down his throat. His response was obvious, and he had to adjust his position slightly to allow his cock to uncoil and stand proud.

"Darren, will you do something for me?"

"If it's go down on you, then yes!" Darren teased her.

"No, it's simpler than that." She looked into his eyes. "When we fuck, make sure I don't lose track of who you are. I want to be reminded I'm committing incest and so are you. Forbidden fruit and all that, you understand?"

"Oh, I understand, and I'll remind you, don't worry about that."

"But you can go down on me as well, if you like." She was smiling at last.

"Now?"

"If you wish. Do you want me to invite Debbie to join us?"

"Not this time. This one is just for the two of us."

Darren slid backwards down the bed, pushing the duvet as he went until it finally fell to the floor at the foot of the bed with him standing on it. He looked down at his mother's naked body, soft and womanly in the warm bedside light. But even as he looked down at her she reached up and toggled the main bedroom light, flooding the room and banishing all the shadows. She had deliberately laid hers elf open to his gaze, parting her legs and relishing the lust in his eyes.

"Look at me, Darren. Look at my tits, look at my cunt. I know they're not as good as Debbie's, but surely you can make use of them for us to enjoy it?

Darren looked back at his mother, taking in her engorged nipples, dark and prominent, letting his eyes travel down a surprisingly flat stomach to her dark curly bush. He looked at her pussy, pinkly framed in tight curls at the junction of two strong shapely legs.

"Mother, you are stunning, different to Debbie, not better or worse, but beautifully different, and I want to fuck you."

His mother smiled quizzically and cocked her head a little to one side. "Before or after you've gone down on me?"

"After, I think." Darren knelt on the end of the bed and began to position himself between her legs.

"I want this, Darren, make it good."

Jenny opened her legs right up, pulling them back to display her cunt to her son and hooking her hands around behind her knees to hold them out of his way. Darren stared at her, realising just how turned on she was from the wetness all around her entrance and trickling down to glisten around her anus. Her clit was large, larger than he thought, and stood out like a tiny finger. Now he could readily understand how Debbie was able to bite on it, and he looked forward to doing the same. He could also see what his wife meant about a hairy pussy being naughtier than a shaved one. It was as if the ring of curls represented a token barrier that had been removed on Debbie's shaven slit. To touch the pussy inside that barrier would be a kind of trespass, as indeed it was.

He lowered himself to her, taking in the sweet musky scent of her sex, opening his mouth ready for that first contact. He deliberately made it a tentative, hesitant contact, just touching the tip of her clit with the end of his tongue, not taking it away again, but only just maintaining the contact. His mother gave a little intake of breath as his tongue reached her clit, as if knowing that it was just the beginning of pleasure to come.

Still just touching her clit, Darren began making little circles with the tip of his tongue, stirring her clit, moving it, flicking it, and making it stiffen like a miniature cock. Jenny gave a tiny whimper, just to let Darren know that he was on the right track, then still holding her legs right out of the way, she let her head drop back and her eyes close. Darren intensified his movements, leaning forward just slightly to make a firmer contact, then swirling his tongue around the little shaft of Jenny's clit, pressing on the end, stroking it, licking it, and then nibbling at it with lip coated teeth.

Jenny now began to whimper in earnest, making the strange little noises that Darren was beginning to recognise as preceding her orgasms. He licked her clit faster, pressing harder, nibbling all the time, until he felt her body start to tense, and her soft cries to get a little louder, then he allowed his lips to fall back from his teeth, gripped the head of her clit firmly between his front teeth and pulled.

"Oh, my God!" Jenny cried out loud and exploded into her climax, jerking, bucking and twisting beneath him. There was no way he could maintain the grip on her clit, or even his mouth in contact with her pussy at all, so he pushed his hand close and rammed his two middle fingers deep into Jenny's cunt, letting his forefinger rub against he clit and his little finger against her anus. The cried out even louder at this action, her climax intensifying and her movements becoming even less controlled,

"Oh God Darren, don't stop. Finger fuck my cunt, ram those digits up me." Her language had succumbed to her climax, becoming once more, earthy, basic, and obscene.

Darren did as he was asked, ramming his fingers deep into her, only to find her jerks and jolts almost pushing him out again. His first finger kept making sharp beating contact with her clit and his pinkie kept touching her rear entrance, not quite entering her, but always knocking at her back door, and all the time his eyes were about eight inches from her cunt, watching it pulse and throb around his fingers. Even Jenny had never had such concerted attention and she was in rapture, enjoying on of the most intense climaxes she could remember.

Eventually, of course, it died down and she began to relax, breathing heavily with her chest heaving and her body trembling.

"Fucking hell, Darren, you certainly know how to bring a woman off."

She looked at him in wonderment, still feeling, in her mind, the three point contact from his fingers. Darren just smiled and said nothing, all he had been trying to do was maintain contact with her madly bucking pussy, that it had contributed to her orgasm was just a fortunate bonus.

Jenny lowered her trembling legs and Darren wriggled up the bed to lie in her arms and half on top of her, caressing and kissing her face, his lips still wet with her juices. She smiled and moved her face around, trying to bring her mouth to his and to turn the little butterfly kisses he was planting on her neck and cheeks, into a full blown, definitely non-maternal, lovers kiss. Finally she succeeded, and they kissed deeply, tongues probing and fencing until lack of breath caused Jenny to break off.

"Thank you Darren. As soon as I get my breath back I want you to fuck your mother and fill her with spunk again, will you do that?"

"Will I? Just say when you're ready to receive." His answer, though truthful, was intended to be light hearted, but Jenny was unsure for a minute if he meant it,

"Will you, really, after all that has happened today?"

"Just pretend my cock is a hatchet and we're burying it!"

She still looked at him a bit odd, as if he wasn't making sense, but she joined in the metaphor anyway.

"Ok then, start digging."

Darren rolled over on top of his mother, then lifted himself a little to allow her to open her legs once again. Once settled between them he reached down and guided his cock to her entrance, resting it between her pussy lips with its tip just barely penetrating her vagina. Then he stopped.

"Mother, are you sure you want your son to fuck you?"

"Yes Darren, lets do it. Let's fuck."

"In a minute then, but I just want to try something first."

Keeping his cock just in contact with his mother's pussy Darren manoeuvred himself so that he was kneeling before her, his bent knees either side of her folded back thighs. Now, from his position above her, Darren could see his cock resting at the entrance to his mother's pussy.

"What are you doing, dear?" Jenny sounded puzzled.

"I'm not sure, I love the sight of your hairy pussy and I'm just trying to get so I can watch it while we fuck. But I'm going to play first, do you mind?"

She smiled up at him. "No dear, do whatever you want. I'm just glad you can enjoy looking at a fifty-two year old cunt before you fuck it"

Her use of the word 'cunt' sent a wave of lust through him. "It's not just any cunt, though, it's my mother's cunt."

With that he grasped hold of his shaft and began slowly to rub the end of his cock over her pussy, up and down and side to side. From his vantage point it looked lovely to see his cock rubbing against his mother's clit, bending it first one way and then the other. He speeded up, getting faster and faster as if he were, until Jenny began to whimper and he realised that he was, in effect, masturbating both her and himself.

As soon as he realised the effect he was having, he quickly guided his cock to her hole and thrust, pushing himself into her as far as he could before she actually climaxed. He could still see her pussy, with its circle of curls now surrounding the shaft of his cock as he pushed in and out. It looked beautiful and highly erotic to see his shaft, wet and shining from her lubrication, moving in and out of his mother's body. His only problem was that the position he was in did not allow for deep penetration and he could only get about halfway in. Even so, Jenny was whimpering and moaning with the intense pleasure of fucking her son, and her hips were beginning to twitch with an impending orgasm.

To get a deeper penetration Darren lifted her bottom and brought his knees together under her, so that she was lying backwards down the slope of his thighs with her legs to either side of him, still impaled on his cock. He could still see her pussy but now he could be full depth inside her by holding her hips and pulling her back and forth onto his cock. She gasped and cried out, her orgasm looming closer her as she slid back and forth up and down the ramp of his legs.

Darren's own climax was just beginning to make itself known, the first heat at the base of his cock and the first tightening of his balls registering with him as he watched his mother's cunt pulse and throb around his cock. Acting on impulse he reached across to the bedside cabinet and grabbed the hand mirror from its top, holding it above the join of their bodies and angling it so that Jenny could see her own son's cock thrusting deep into her cunt.

She gazed at this unfamiliar sight, trying to put a sentence together to describe her feelings, but her orgasm overwhelmed her and she just stared at their fucking, gasping and groaning as she came.

"That was good; I've never seen it before." She said breathlessly after her climax had died away and as she lay still along Darren's thighs, his cock still inside her.

"I wanted to watch us doing it, and I thought you might, too." Darren explained, as much to himself as his mother. "After all, it's not everyday a son has his cock buried in his mother's cunt, is it?"

"It can be every day, if you'd like it to be!" Jenny was offering herself to him. "I won't ever turn you away."

Darren looked at her for what seemed to her to be a long time, and then he nodded. His cock still was buried inside his mother and now he began to stir again, holding her hips and moving gently in and out of her.

She moaned quietly. "That's it darling, it's your turn. Shoot inside me, won't you?"

Darren shifted his position, pulling his legs out from under Jenny and lying on top of her in the traditional missionary position so that he was able to fuck her more vigorously. He thrust into her as far as he could go, ramming his cock hard into his mother, bringing moans of delight from her lips. With her arms now rapped around him and her mouth inches from his ear he began fucking her hard and fast, pistoning into her and bringing his climax rapidly closer.

Now, even as he felt his waiting climax stir again, Jenny began to whisper in his ear, filling it with the earthy and obscene words that turned them both on so much.

"Was it nice, Darren, looking at your cock going in and out of my cunt?"

He grunted a 'yes'.

"And did you like seeing me, all wet and waiting for your cock?" This time she didn't wait for him to answer. "What could you see, darling, could you see everything I've got, even my arsehole?"

This time the 'yes' was more of a gasp.

"Well everything I've got, everything you've seen, my cunt, my tits, my mouth and my arse, are yours for the taking. If you want to fuck me, just do it. Anytime and anywhere you like."

Darren was thrusting hard into his mother, his cock slamming into her, sending shock waves through her and jerking her body under his. He was hot and close to cumming. Listening to her invitations was sending him higher and higher.

Then his mother corrected something she had said, adding to his thrill. "By 'anywhere', I meant any hole. I want you to know that if you want to fuck my mouth or my arse, as well as my cunt, they're yours when you want. I want you to fuck me any way you want to."

Darren was on the brink, his balls were tight and heavy, his cock rigid, and the fire in his pelvis was about to burn out of control. Jenny could sense his closeness.

"That's it darling, cum inside me. Shoot your lovely spunk right inside your mother's hole. You're doing what your father did when he made you, so do it good, fill me up."

Darren groaned and exploded into her. Now he could no longer thrust into his mother, he just rammed his cock deep into her and held it there, twitching and jerking as his cum poured deep into her pussy in great spurts. The idea that he was shooting his load into his own mother still a thing of wonder and it was a fantastic turn on, making his orgasms much more intense.

When his balls were empty he lay, limp and spent on top of his mother, just letting his cock subside and slide wetly from her passage as she stroked his hair, still whispering in his ear.

"Thank you, darling. That felt so good. I love feeling you cum into me. Do it often, please."

He nodded silently, knowing that he wanted to just as much as she did. 'Incest is best', he thought to himself, coining his own slogan with a wry smile.