It was a great night, mum looked fabulous in a short, lightweight summer dress, one of those wrap over things that showed rather a lot of her lovely legs when she sat down. Her breasts were getting their fullness back too and it showed by the way they jiggled as she walked.
“I wonder how many of these women were dressed by their son,” she whispered as we stood at the bar waiting for our drinks, she smelled wonderful, and I longed to kiss her neck, to nuzzle my mouth into her flesh, to taste her!
“I’m wondering how many of them have got a pussy as wet as your’s, mum.” and she giggled deliciously.
We sat down at a table where we could see everyone as they came into the pub and she pressed herself against me, I felt the softness of her breast pressing into my arm and I groaned.
“What’s wrong, darling?”
“Nothing, mum,” I laughed. “It’s just that I’m with a very, very sexy young woman and my trousers are a bit strained.”
She beamed with pleasure and pressed even closer.
“I spoke to the bank this morning,” she said softly. “I need you to sign this.” She took a small form out of her handbag and showed it to me.
“What’s this mum?”
“Read it.”
I did and saw that it was a joint account form if I signed it, I’d be entitled to half of dad’s money!
“Mum, this isn’t right, I’ve not done anything to earn it.”
“But you will,” she smiled. “Trust me.”
I signed it and she laid her hand in mine.
“If you call saving my life, nothing, then I suppose you have done nothing, but I’m alive now thanks to yo. I’m welcome in my local pub now thanks to you, I’m happy now, I’m healthy, and I’ve got my whole life in front of me, all thanks to you.”
“Aw, mum.”
“No Johnny,” she went on, “Just listen, I don’t really know how far this thing we’ve got together will go, as far as I’m concerned, I don’t want it to end, ever. I know that wasn’t anywhere in your thoughts when you kept me strapped to the bed, but it’s happened and I’m glad it’s happened. Honestly darling I’m happier now than I’ve ever been, even with your father. If half the money is yours, you can expand your horizons, do what you want, use it darling, you’re a talented young man and I don’t just mean in bed.” she paused and giggled as she squeezed my hand.
“I’ve seen some of your work, the songs you’ve written, they’re good darling, believe me, they’re very good.”
“If they were that good mum, the record companies would be knocking on the door.”
“Belief darling,” she said. “You’ve got to have belief in yourself, in others around you, you’ve got it, Johnny, believe me, darling you’ll make a fortune if you just believe in yourself like I do.”
“You do?”
“Oh yes, I believe in you all right.”
“I could kiss you, mum.”
“Where?” she laughed.
“Everywhere absolutely everywhere.”
She giggled again. “Perhaps I should take my knickers off.”
“No, I like you in them, I think I’ve got a bit of a fetish for sexy little knickers.”
“Oooh,” she giggled and squirmed in her seat.
“Particularly when you’re wearing them, mum.”
“They’re getting wetter by the minute Johnny.”
I leaned closer and put my mouth to her ear.
“When I get you home I’m going to suck all the wetness from your knickers.”
I felt her shiver at my words.
“And then I’m going to push them to one side with my tongue.”
“Oh God Johnny.”
“Then I’m going to lick all around your pussy, your hot little cunt.”
“Jesus Johnny, say that again.”
“I said I’m going to lick your hot little cunt mum and then I’m going further between your legs to your bottom.”
“Johnny, I’m going to cum.”
“And I’ll see how far up your bottom, I can get it, mum.”
“Oh fuck yes.” she seemed to stiffen, her legs were pressed tightly together and I heard her gasping.
“Then I’m going to shag your fucking brains out mum.”
“Johnny,” she hissed, her hand squeezed mine tightly. “Johnny, oh God I’ve just climaxed.”
“You’re sex on legs mum,” I laughed at her flushed face and her heavy breathing. “Come on let’s go.”
As we got into the car, she was still laughing.
“I can’t believe you just did that Johnny,” she said as we pulled out into the road. “Nobody ever did that to me before, nobody.”
“Hidden depths mum,” I laughed. “Hidden depths.”
She found more hidden depths in me as we got into the house when I reached for her to do what I said I would.
“Hang on a minute darling,” she said. “I really want to show you one of those videos I told you about, then you can take me to bed, and in your own words, you can shag my fucking brains out.”
I fixed us both a drink, and she came back down carrying a big old suitcase full of videos.
“Bloody hell mum,” I was amazed. “Are they, you know?”
“Every one of them,” she laughed. “I was a very horny girl.”
“You still are mum,” I said as I ran a hand up beneath the back of her dress.
“This is the one,” she said. “You said you liked sexy little panties, well watch this.”
The film opened by showing a car pulling up outside our house, mum was the driver and as she opened the car door, the camera zoomed in on the minuscule little skirt that had ridden up over her thighs. She had stockings on as did the girl in the passenger seat, both were dressed in almost identical school uniforms, tiny skirts, tight white shirts, school ties and blazers, trainers on their feet completed their ensembles and mum giggled as I growled in appreciation.
The cameraman then obviously lay on the ground as mum got out and stood over the camera, her plump little cunt lips bulged out from either side of a tiny white g-string as she was joined by the other girl. Another cameraman filmed them as they kissed hungrily, giving cock hardening close-ups of their tongues in each others mouth.
“Jesus Christ mum,” I said softly as I stroked her thigh. “That’s bloody sexy.”
“Mmm,” she agreed. “That’s Ginny, her husband is the one on the floor, dirty sod.”
“Dirty lucky sod,” I interrupted and she laughed.
“And your dad was the other cameraman.”
Back to the camera on the floor that was showing Ginny’s fingers stroking the front of mum’s panties.
Mum lay her head on my lap and her dress fell open allowing me easier access to what we both wanted.
“She looks nice mum,” I said as the on-screen camera followed the girls into the house, concentrating of course on their never ending legs. On screen, mum poured them both out a drink and taking a mouthful, she beckoned Ginny towards her.
Ginny giggled and opened her mouth to accept the wine as mum kissed her, some of the wine dribbled from their mouths, down over Ginny’s shirt, so mum took another mouthful and repeated the action. More wine was spilled as the camera zoomed in to show Ginny’s tongue in mum’s mouth lapping at the wine. Both women now were covered in it, it ran down both shirts and as the floor camera zoomed upwards, we could even see it trickling down over two flat stomachs into the panties beyond.
Mum opened my jeans and took my erection out as I wormed my fingers beneath her panties.
“You’ll like this bit Johnny,” she said as her mouth closed over my penis, on screen she dropped to her knees, her head under Ginny’s short skirt, her mouth on the front of her panties.
“Wow,” I gasped as she licked the front of Ginny’s panties and wormed her tongue under the gusset, then the floor camera zoomed right into to mum’s panty clad crotch for a full-screen shot of her pussy, just visible through the wet cotton, the screen suddenly went blank and mum laughed.
“That was when I sat on his face,” she chuckled. “And peed through my knickers.”
“Bloody hell mum,” I laughed. “You can sit on my face anytime you like.”
“Like now?”
“Oh yeah.”
I stood up and stripped naked before laying on the floor whilst she placed a foot on either side of my head and stripped off her dress. The view up between her legs was mind blowing, her panties were just a scrap of soaking material in between the lips of her pussy, the pussy that I came out of and the same one that she was giving me willingly.
Slowly she lowered herself down until the sodden material was touching my mouth, the aroma of her gorgeous little cunt filled my nostrils, and the flavour of it as I tasted her through her panties made my cock jerk up in response.
“You’ve written about it often enough Johnny,” she said softly. “How would you like to actually do it?”
My only response was to open my mouth and pull her even further down so that my whole mouth was clamped onto her cunt.
The trickle started immediately, a sweet, tangy mixture of her excitement, her sexual juices and best of all, her alcohol flavoured urine.
“Oh God Johnny,” she gasped as I swallowed thirstily. “This is so fucking perverse.”
I couldn’t agree more, sexy, perverse, immoral, illegal, it was all of those things, and above all, it was kinky, just about kinky enough to match our mood at that moment.
It seemed to take an age for her to empty her bladder, but as far as I was concerned, I’d have stayed there drinking until my stomach burst. Even when she finished, I lay there licking and lapping at the pink wetness until with a squeal, she came and spurted some more.
“I want to do what you’re going to do darling,” she said softly.
“What’s that mum?”
“I want to sleep with my belly full of your pee.”
It was difficult to pee with a hard-on, but I managed it eventually and filled her mouth with my spunk. As I finished, as we got into bed and lay in each other’s arms, I reflected on how far we’d come in such a short time and also on how I wanted to spend the rest of my life with the woman in my arms!
