Standing up, she stepped out of her panties and straddled me as I opened my jeans.
She gasped at first and used a hand to steady herself as my penis nudged against the tiny opening.
“Mum, I don’t want to do it if it’s going to hurt you.”
“It won’t darling,” she said softly and continued to lower herself down.
She was tight, very tight, but gradually the swollen dome of my cock opened and entered her, her eyes widened, and her mouth formed an “o” then the head was in, and she sighed as she sat down gingerly, my cock embedded fully in her bottom.
“Ooh, Tommy.” she wrapped both arms around me and fastened her mouth onto mine.
“You’re in me baby, you’re right up my arse, oh fuck yes Tommy, do it to me, fuck me, fuck me hard baby.”
I began to thrust in and out of the tight, clinging hole, every upward thrust making her whimper with pleasure, her nails dug into my back and clawed at my skin, I thrust my tongue into her mouth and licked, sucking and swallowing her sweet, alcohol flavoured saliva.
The walls of her rectum were smooth and pliant, stretching one moment and gripping the next, seeming to pull me inwards with even the slightest of squeezes from her rectal muscles.
“Sweet Jesus Tommy, you’re filling me, tell me you’ll never stop fucking me.”
“You know I won’t mum.”
I lunged upwards savagely and she screamed as I touched the further most recesses of her rectum.
I felt her hips rotating as she writhed and squirmed, ramming herself down onto my cock, she was cumming and cumming hard.
She bit my neck and squashed her breasts into my chest, gasping for breath, she relaxed her bladder muscles and flooded me.
“I can’t stop it, Tommy, I can’t stop cumming, shag me, baby, shag me fucking hard.,”
My own orgasm was no less powerful, it seemed to begin in my brain and spread outwards until I was tingling all over, even my feet tingled as she went limp and collapsed against me, almost tipping us both off the chair.
“Bloody hell mum.” I laughed and tipping her head up to mine, kissed her full, soft lips.
“Quite a pleasant little fuck wasn’t it dear?” she giggled and stood up rubbing her bottom gingerly.
“I suddenly feel sober, do you?”
I agreed that I did so, to give ourselves at least a bit of a lie in, in the morning, we set to with a spade and a hoe to dig up the vegetables for our new contract.
Mum, as usual, made the whole affair into a sex comedy, by wearing just her tee shirt and panties, not to mention keeping us both supplied with copious amounts of vodka and lager.
It took an hour to get all the potatoes in boxes and another hour to gather all the rest, the onions, carrots and of course her tomatoes.
I popped into the shop and told Mr. Patel that his son could pick them up from behind the gate in the morning. That suited everyone, but when I got back into the garden, I was met by a pair of shapely legs staggering up the garden path. I couldn’t see the rest of her for the big box of onions she was threatening to lose grip of.
“Help me Tommy.” she laughed, “I’m dropping them.”
“Hold on mum,” and I dropped to my knees in front of her.
“TOMMY!” she squealed as I eased her panties down and touched my lips to her mound.
“Tommy, I’ll drop them, you fool.”
Parting the lips of her cunt, I licked in between them while she stood there giggling and threatening me.
“Mmm, Tommy you’re insatiable,” she laughed and promptly flattened me by letting go of the box.
It was well worth it though, just to lie there looking stunned and gazing up between her legs right into her slit as she deliberately stood over my face, shaking with laughter.
We made love again after bathing in beautifully warm, scented water and smoking another joint, we shaved each other’s pubes again and aroused ourselves with our eyes, fingers and tongues, we just couldn’t get enough of each other and fell asleep sated, our bodies touching from head to toe.
It was almost lunchtime before I woke up in response to her gentle shaking and the first thing I saw was her lovely little slit right next to my face.
“Were you planning on staying there all day?” she laughed and parted her legs as I kissed the top of her pouting pussy lips.
“Happy birthday, beautiful.”
“Ooh yes, it will be if you keep that up.”
Kicking the single sheet onto the floor, I leered as my morning erection jutted up obscenely from my groin.
“Nice thought darling” she laughed and kissed the tip of my cock, “But I’ve got other plans for you today!”
I groaned inwardly, but smiled anyway and got up to take my coffee into where the smell of frying bacon was drawing me.
“So what plans have you got then?”
But she shook her head.
“Uh uh, all you need to know is that although it’s for me, I think you’ll love it.”
“Love what?”
That failed as well.
“Do I need to dress up?”
“No, not at all and neither do I.” she giggled sexily, “But I do need to take my panties off for it.”
“Tell me, mum, please!” and all that got in reply was a shake of the head.
By mum’s standards, her chosen clothing for this mysterious trip out was quite modest, a plain blue dress that actually reached below her knees and bra and panties beneath it! I was mystified as she directed me to one of the seedier parts of East London and directed me to pull up in a supermarket car park.
“I know, there’s a couple of sawed off shotguns in the boot isn’t there? We’re going to rob it aren’t we?”
“Shit,” she laughed, “How did you guess?”
“We can’t mum, I’ve not got a stocking mask to wear.”
“Oh well, we’ll just have to leave it for another day,” she said as she took my arm and guided me across the road to a small terraced house.
Consulting a scrap of paper she’d fished out of her handbag, she looked at door number and rang the bell.
“This is it,” she said with a smile,
“What is what for God’s sake mum?”
“Oops, I nearly forgot.” she said hurriedly as we heard footsteps behind the door, “For God’s sake don’t call me mum in here, you’ll get us both locked up.”
“Okay, Polly.” I laughed and patted her sexy little rump.
An attractive dark haired woman opened the door and smiled.
“Hello, have you an appointment?”
“Yes, hi, I’m Polly, I rang earlier.”
“Oh yes, do come in.”
After closing the door we followed her into a room, which said rather grandly, ‘Consulting Room’ on a small brass plaque and she motioned me to take a seat,
“Right Polly, will the young man be staying for the operation?”
“Yes I think so, will you Tommy?”
“Oh yes, of course,” I answered brightly, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Mum smiled mischievously at me and blew me a kiss as the woman had her sign a document and relieved her of what seemed to be, quite a fair sum of money.
“Okay Polly,” she said after pocketing the cash expertly. “If you’d like to remove your underwear, we’ll begin, it’s only a little prick so you’ll hardly feel it at all.”
Still not having a clue as to what was about to happen, I couldn’t help smiling at the little prick bit.
“You certainly won’t feel that then will you mu–, Polly?” then promptly shut my mouth tightly in response to her withering look.
“Oops.” I mouthed by way of apology and sat back to watch as she slipped out of her panties.
I began to get some idea of what was happening when she pushed a little needle gently into the soft, pink flesh beside her beautiful little slit.
Mum took a sharp breath but managed a weak smile as the woman showed her a delicate gold ring.
“This is the ring Polly, as you can see it’s quite narrow, hence the need only for a tiny little hole.”
The whole operation took less than ten minutes, but I thought it was an extremely erotic spectacle, watching mum sit there, legs wide open while the woman expertly pierced her clitoris and fitted the ring in easily.
“I think you’ll get a lot of pleasure from that Polly,” she said and smiled at me too.
“Both of you.”
Mum agreed with her as she stepped back into her panties and pulled them up somewhat gingerly, around her hips.
At her suggestion, we sat and had a cup of tea, whilst the effects of the local anaesthetic wore off, and while we drank it, she explained to mum the importance of moving the ring at regular intervals to help it heal quickly and cleanly.
“Oh don’t worry Polly,” I said helpfully. “I’ll do that for you, only to be helpful of course!” and hoped that my erection wasn’t too obvious.
“Well did you like it?” she asked as we got back into the car.
“Mum there’s something I’ve always wondered about,” I asked by way of a reply,
“What’s that?”
“Is the Pope a Catholic?”
