We called for a taxi and went to a pub in town, she looked gorgeous in a knee-length summer dress, cut just low enough to show the swellings of her breasts. But it was what else she wore that had me drooling, the minuscule panties she’d bought in town a few days ago were framed by the lacy little suspender belt and that in turn held up a pair of stockings.
She’d come downstairs after dressing and asked me how she looked, I told her she looked like a typical English rose, which she did, and she beamed with pleasure, then lifted her dress and showed me her underwear.
The contrast was so bloody sexy I wanted to cancel the pub, but she threatened me with death if I did.
“This is just like a date,” she said laughingly. “And I’m going to enjoy it.”
We both enjoyed it even though we talked about her recent nightmare.
“What about the house mum?” I asked, and she grabbed my hand. “Oh my God, I never gave it a thought.”
“Gave what a thought?”
“Well I’ll need to check but,” she hesitated. “But, well I think it’s mine, all bought and paid for.”
She went on to explain that her father, my grandfather who had died when I was a toddler had given them the house as a wedding present but had insisted that mum put the deeds into a bank under her name as soon as she became eighteen. He’d insisted on that bit because he loathed my father and wanted to make sure he could never raise a mortgage on it.
“I think my grandfather was a very wise man,” I laughed, and she told me how over the years she’d lied to dad about it and told him she didn’t have the deeds.
“So how much do you reckon it’s worth on the open market?”
“Well remember when that young couple moved in two doors away, last year?”
I chuckled as I remembered how the man had offered dad a job on the road gangs with him, the look on dad’s face was priceless!
“Yes, I remember.”
“Well, they paid a hundred and eight thousand.”
“Wow.”
“We’re probably going to be rich darling, have you thought of that?”
“Not really mum,” I smiled. “I can’t think of anything else except you and what you’re wearing.”
“What would you do if I went to the ladies and took the panties off?”
“I’d wipe them all over my face mum so that if any dolly bird started to chat me up, she’d smell your pussy on me and know that I belong to you.”
“Say that again, Terry.”
“What all of it?”
“No you fool,” she giggled. “Just the bit about belonging to me.”
I suddenly felt myself blushing and grinning.
“Well, I feel as if I want to mum.”
She moved closer to me, and I felt the softness of her breast pressing into my arm.
“I know this is something that I shouldn’t say darling, but,” she hesitated and said softly.
“I wish you weren’t my son.”
“Why mum?”
It was her turn to blush now.
“Because I’m in love with you.”
“Aw, mum.”
“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Didn’t you always teach me to tell the truth?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Well, I’m going to speak the truth now mum.”
“Okay.”
“I’ve been in love with you from ever since I can remember.”
“Oh darling.” she squeezed my thigh under the table.
“Go and take them off mum,” I whispered and watched her walk through the crowded bar to the ladies.
“God I feel naked,” she whispered as she returned and furtively passed me the sodden garment. “I’ve done something Terry.”
I glanced at her, she was red faced but excited, her eyes were gleaming, and her breasts were rising and falling in time to her excited breathing.
“What?” I laughed. “God it must be good, come on mum let it out.”
She giggled again. “I did Terry, that’s exactly what I did.”
“Mum,” I laughed. “I haven’t got a clue what you’re on about.”
“I dribbled in them, Terry.”
I must have looked blank.
“I peed a little bit in them.”
I practically ran into the gents where I found a stall and locked myself in. The panties were wet all right, wet and fragrant, my penis was rock hard as I wiped the delicate nylon around my face and mouth, the aroma was delicious as was the taste. I ran my tongue lovingly around the gusset and then I did something that I’d often wanted to do but never dared!
“Do I take it that you liked that then darling?”
She nuzzled into my neck and inhaled.
“You smell of my pussy, Terry,” she whispered as she caressed my thigh. “Pussy and pee.”
“I’ve put them on mum,” I said softly.
“Oh wow, do you like them?”
“It’s the wetness mum, it feels great around my cock.”
“Ooh! Terry,” I felt her shudder and then she seemed to slump down slightly,
“Mum?”
She put her lips close to my ear.
“I just came, Terry.”
“Bloody hell.”
The taxi came almost immediately, and we sat close together behind the driver so that he couldn’t see my hand under mum’s skirt. I’m sure she must have been on the edge of another orgasm because as we closed the front door of the house behind us, she pulled me into her embrace.
“Wait, mum,” I said and pushed her back against the door, within seconds I was on my knees my mouth clamped onto her cunt as she came again, her hands gripped my hair and she ground herself against me.
“Terry,” she gasped. “Oh my God I’m losing it, Terry.”
I thought I knew what she meant, so I used the fingers of each hand to part her labia and ran my tongue roughly all the way into the glistening pink wetness of her slit. I found the tiny little hole that I knew was there, I folded my tongue and prodded it, she screamed. “No,” but then climaxed and my efforts were rewarded with a flood of her tangy juice.
I was still swallowing and savouring as she joined me on the floor, out tongues duelled and licked. I gasped as I felt her fingers gripping my shaft through the wet nylon of her panties. She pushed me back and took me into her mouth, panties and all, I just lay there and watched as she sucked her own pee out of the sodden garment, she then eased the panties off me as I arched upwards.
“Ooh yes,” she hissed as she took a testicle into her mouth and slavered over it.
“Do it, Terry, wank yourself for me.”
I felt her tongue probing at my anus, she pulled my cheeks apart and probed deeper, her tongue slipped inside, and I erupted sending long streams of spunk up over my stomach and even as far as my chest!
But mum hadn’t finished yet, far from it, we took a drink out into the garden, me naked and mum just in her stockings and suspender belt. Thanks to her tender ministrations I was hard and ready to go again in less than half an hour, it was a first for both of us, and I think we were as nervous as each other as we got into bed.
We kissed for a while, while I played with her little rosebud and then she turned her back on me and stuck out her pert little bottom.
“Do it, big boy,” she giggled.
I entered her far more easily than I’d expected although that was probably due to her excitement, she drew her breath in sharply and held it as I pushed, then just as it seemed I wouldn’t do it, the swollen head of my dome slipped in, and she let her breath out again with a satisfied sigh.
“Ooh darling,” she whispered as she turned her face to mine. “That feels absolutely wonderful.”
“You’re tight, mum,” I breathed as I began to move my hips.
“Terry, you’ve no idea how often I’ve dreamed of this.”
There was nothing she could do really except to lie there and enjoy my fucking, but she tried. She rolled her hips, squeezed my penis and gripped my hips, she encouraged me with her words, chosen to stimulate rather than for their crudeness.
I needed no stimulation though, her bottom felt like a velvet glove gripping me, she moved back against me and moaned as my penis went that much deeper.
“I’m playing with myself Terry,” she hissed. “I’m fingering my cunt.”
I’d never heard her use that word before, it excited me and spurred me on to move faster and plunge deeper into her anus, I felt the wetness from her pussy as it dripped over my balls, a hand gripped them and caressed them, squeezing them gently.
“Come in me, Terry darling, shoot it in my bum.”
I could tell she was cumming by the way she was trembling and shaking. Letting go of my balls, she moved her hand further between my legs, and I stiffened as a finger slid into my own anus, I came very suddenly and bathed my cock in my own sperm as it overflowed from her tiny, but swollen orifice.
We were up early the following morning gathering the damsons and of course, mum made it rather more interesting by forgetting her panties, it slowed us down a little bit because she insisted on doing the higher branches and the view from halfway up the ladder was more than a little distracting!
We ate on the job and then bathed and went into town to see mum’s solicitor about the house, he sent his clerk round to the bank with a note from mum authorising him to collect the deeds, and after about an hour mum got the confirmation she’d wanted.
She owned the house outright with no debts whatsoever!
The next stop was the undertakers where she arranged for dad’s funeral for the following week and then to an estate agent to have the house valued. After that the day was ours, so we decided to go and see Jack and Brenda and tell them the news, neither of us wanted to live in the house. It held too many bad memories for both of us and neither did we want to leave our little paradise, so we needed to talk.
He was surprised to see us but delighted at our news.
“So you’ll be leaving then I suppose?”
“No,” we said in unison, and I went on to explain how we felt about the house, the job and in particular his kindness.
“I’ve got an idea, Jack,” mum said, and Jack laughed.
“Now why doesn’t that surprise me?”
Over the next couple of hours, we talked and argued, laughed and cajoled and in the end we shook hands on mum’s idea to buy the two fields adjacent to the house, buy a cherry picker and hire another hand.
Jack had been toying with the idea of using his own transport to collect and deliver the produce, so that was incorporated too. Now all that needed to be done was for mum to raise her share by selling the house!
The only sticking point was when mum insisted that she and I must be in fifty-fifty partnership in the two new fields and eventually he conceded.
We went to bed that night and made love gently falling asleep afterwards wrapped in each other’s warmth and love.
Dad’s funeral service was conducted at the local crematorium in the pouring rain, we were the only mourners which said something about him!
Outside I put an arm around her.
“You okay, mum?”
“Terry, I feel nothing,” she said. “Absolutely nothing.”
“I’m sad, mum.”
“Oh darling, I’m sorry.”
“I’m sad because I feel nothing either, mum.”
