“We’d been married for about a year when John my husband was sacked from his job for stealing. Michael was about six months old, and we started to struggle financially.
John had always done shady deals, sometimes illegal. He’d been dealing in cigarettes, you know tax-free from France and Belgium, he was in it with a mate of his called Bill who put the money up to buy the cigarettes.
Well as you know, it’s a long way from here to the channel ports, so they had a lot of time to talk. Bill admitted that he thought I was a really sexy looking girl and John said that he could have sex with me for a hundred pounds, Bill agreed and when they got back he took me to his house and we had sex.
I felt used, you know, like a prostitute especially when John asked Bill for the money, somehow though, it was exciting, the thought that a man would pay to have sex with me, Bill said he didn’t have it until he’d sold some of the cigarettes, so John offered me to another mate of his.”
“And you went along with all this?” Preston asked, and mum nodded.
“Yes, I was scared of John, he’d already hit me a few times, and he threatened to cut me if I didn’t go with whoever he said, I was seventeen Mr. Preston, and I was terrified that he’d hurt baby Michael.”
“The bastard,” I hissed and took mums hand.
“I went with the other man, he was horrible, about sixty and dirty too, I was sick afterwards, but then John said another mate of his wanted me for him and his wife. I was dreading it, but his wife was nice, really nice and she was the same age as me, Yes she had sex with me, they both did, but Laura kissed me afterwards and whispered that she wanted to see me again, without her husband.”
“And did you?”
“Yes, I liked the way she treated me, she was clean, loving too and gentle, very gentle, she gave me a little money for myself without her husband knowing.
Then one night my husband said he was going to take me out, he’d already got a babysitter, he wouldn’t tell me where we were going and to be honest, I was quite excited. He asked me to dress sexy, you know with stockings and sexy little knickers on, but when we got there, I discovered he was going to play poker with a crowd of his mates. Then he informed me that I was to serve the drinks all night dressed in only my panties and stockings, that wasn’t so bad until the last pot, John had run out of money, so he put me up instead, he lost, and I had to spend an hour with the man who scooped the pot. He was a giant black man who was surprisingly tender, it hurt me at first, but after the second time it started to feel good, and John actually heard me cumming, he beat me when we got home because he said I enjoyed it!”
“And did you?”
“Yes,” mum said but offered no more.
“Well I think that’s more than enough for a taster Mrs. Greene, I need to dash off now to get this written out in time for this weeks issue. I’ll just ring my boss and ask him to call you to discuss payment with you, it’ll be someone else who’ll be doing the rest of the interviews, thank you both very much for your time.”
He turned to leave, but then stopped.
“Sorry I nearly forgot this, it’s a down payment.” and handed mum a cheque for ten thousand pounds and payable to cash.
“Quite a story, mum,” I said after he’d left. “And you stuck it for eight years.”
“The only reason I stuck it out was you,” she said softly. “But I’ll admit that I enjoyed being with Laura.”
“She sounds nice, mum.”
“Yes, she was, when your dad was away on one of his scams and her hubby was working nights, she used to come round and stay with me. We made love nearly every night, in the summer time we’d push you in your pram down to the local pub and have a few drinks before going back, she always wore short skirts, very short, I used to dare her to leave her panties off.”
“And did she?”
“Oh yes,” mum laughed. “She was only seventeen, and she had the most gorgeous pussy, Michael.”
“So life wasn’t all bad then?”
“No, I had a lovely son who I adored and a beautiful lesbian lover, life was all right especially when your dad was away.”
“We used to lick each other all over Michael,” she giggled.“And I mean ALL over.”
“How long did that go on for?”
“Oh we still saw each other right to the end, you know when I…”
Oscar demanded our attention then so we clipped his lead on and took him a walk, mum seemed to want to tell me all about her life before prison, so once again I held her hand and listened,
“Both our hubbies realised that we were closer than normal to each other and hatched a plan to hire us out together, you know to stag nights and parties dressed in our school uniforms, they even made us do a few videos which they sold over the internet, you know, Lesbian Schoolgirl Lovers, that type of thing. We quite enjoyed it at first, and the videos sold well, he actually hired a nanny to look after you if Laura and I were away overnight at a function. Then we were hired to do a three-night spot in a private club in Southampton, but it was raided after the first night, so we caught the train back up here. When I let myself into the house he was naked with the nanny on the floor with his cock in her mouth, I could hear you crying upstairs in your cot. I went mad, and we had a blazing row, he hit me of course, he always did, so I got you up and took you round to Laura’s place where we stayed the night with her and her husband.”
Oscar had found a ditch by then and thought that it would be great fun to dive in it and roll in the mud, (just to see how dirty he could get) so we spent a good ten minutes trying to get the little bugger out and away from it. We were quite near the pub then, so Jack gave us a couple of old towels to dry him off and we ate a nice meal of pie and chips washed down with a couple of glasses of lager.
“Did Laura ever visit you inside?” I asked, and her answer surprised me.
“Yes four times a year, every year.”
“So why wasn’t she there to meet you?”
“Because I told her I didn’t want her there, I’d already made my mind up that I was going to kill myself.”
“How did she take that?”
“Oh, I didn’t tell her that of course, I just started an argument and ended it by telling her not to come again.”
“That must have hurt her.”
“Probably Michael, I bitterly regret doing it now of course.”
“You should phone her.”
“I haven’t got a phone.”
“That’s a poor excuse mum, and you know it.”
“Well, perhaps I just don’t want to phone her.”
“Why not?”
She stopped and turned to me with tears in her eyes.
“Because on her last visit she said she was preparing to leave her husband and make a new life with me and I didn’t want her to be hurt when I took the sleeping pills, that’s why.”
“But all that’s changed now mum, you’re with me, she can come here any time you want.”
“Right Michael, just think about that for a minute, go back to when we met outside the prison, you say ‘Hi mum, and I say Hi darling can we just pop over to Manchester and pick my lesbian lover up? That would have gone down really well wouldn’t it?”
“Yeah I can see where you’re coming from mum, but all that’s done with now, you’re here with me in your own place, I’d love her to come over here and see you.”
“You still don’t get it do you, darling? There wouldn’t be a place for you in her world, she stopped seeing herself as being bisexual, she told me she’s now lesbian forever, and I’m not. Yes I’ll admit to being bisexual and to loving pussy, but basically, I’m a man’s woman, you and I have got something going here that I think is a little bit special, I don’t want to lose it, Michael.”
“We’ll never lose what we’ve got, mum,” I said. “I just can’t imagine you not being beside me in bed, all naked and horny.”
“Mmm, just like that first night.”
“Stop it, mum,” I grinned. “You’re giving me a hard-on.”
“In that case,” she giggled. “I’d better not remind you that I’m still naked under my skirt.”
“Oh Christ, I’d forgotten about that, come on then let’s go.”
Oscar caught the excitement in my voice and yelped his approval whilst jumping up and down, so the three of us took off at a gallop across the fields towards home.
Once we reached the house mum opened a tin of dog food and put it down for him while I put some water down, she knelt with her knees wide apart and giggled when I growled at her.
“Anything there you like?” she smiled.
“Only that very edible pussy.”
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
She ran upstairs in front of me her skirt flaring up over her naked buttocks, but I caught up with her in the bedroom and tossed her squealing onto the bed, before she could protest I was on her, my mouth kissing the flesh of her inner thighs.
“Ooh yes Michael,” she purred as she parted her legs. “This is so fucking sexy, eat me, darling, oh fuck yes baby.”
She gripped my hair and pulled me into her as I slavered over her soaking slit, she was wetter than I’d ever known her, her juices were actually trickling down my throat. She let go of my hair and began tearing at her clothes while making sure that my mouth never once left her gorgeous hole, once she was naked she started on my clothes and with my help we were soon both naked. I kissed my way up her body over her flat stomach to her perky breasts and then as my mouth found hers I slid into her body with a sigh matched only by her moan of desire.
“You’re turning me into a sex maniac, Michael,” she breathed into my mouth.
“Every minute that I’m with you, all I can think about is you fucking me, or me sucking your lovely big cock.”
“There isn’t anything else mum, we’re the only two people in our world, all I can think about is your sexy little cunt.”
“You’ll make me cum talking like that,” she said and gripped my buttocks pushing herself against me.
“I love your cunt mum,” I said. “I love eating it, and I love fucking it, you’ve got the most beautiful little cunt in the world.”
“Say that again darling.”
“I said you’ve got the most beautiful little cunt in the world.”
I lunged into her as hard as I could and she squealed.
“Shag me Michael, oh fuck yes, shag me, fuck me.”
Her fingernails dug into my buttocks tearing the skin, and I felt her teeth on my neck, I cupped her buttocks and slipped a fingertip into her anus.
“Ooh yes you dirty boy,” she hissed. “Dirty, dirty boy, push it deeper.”
My cock was actually hurting, it was that hard, but the soft inner flesh of my mother’s cunt was massaging it with every thrust, she was fucking herself anally on my finger as well and sobbing with pleasure.
“Mum I’m coming,” I hissed as I felt the familiar tingle start in my toes.
“Do it,” she gasped. “Fill me, darling, shoot it all up my cunt.”
I gripped her buttocks and just let myself go, I pumped and pumped and pumped again until finally, I collapsed on top of her.
“You didn’t come,” I said softly, but she giggled and kissed my face.
“I came three times darling,” she laughed. “And just let me tell you something.”
“What?”
“You’ll never get rid of me if you keep fucking me like that.”
“Get rid of you? Whatever makes you think I want rid of you, mum? You’re a stunningly beautiful young woman, as sexy as hell and as horny as a bitch on heat, you’ve got the body of a twenty-year-old woman and the sex drive of a sixteen-year-old, I’ll never get rid of you, never.”
“Doesn’t that cock of yours ever go down?”
“Not since you’ve been around mum,” I laughed. “You should carry a government health warning.”
We kissed again and then she said she wanted me to take her into town the following morning.
“What for?”
“I need to open a bank account, and I want to go to the passport office.”
“Why?”
“Would you believe, a passport?” she giggled. “I want you to take me to Spain.”
“Would that have anything to do with what I said about incest there between consenting adults being legal?”
“It’s got everything to do with it,” she laughed. “I want to be able to book a double room in a hotel under the names of Mr. and Mrs. Greene.”
“Mmm good thinking, mum.”
“And I want to buy a mobile phone as well as some shoes and some sexy underwear.”
I growled again, and she giggled, I really loved that sexy little laugh of hers.
“You need to see about getting driving lessons as well you know.”
“Hey yes, I never thought of that.”
“Let’s go to the post office now, if we run across the fields, we should make it before they close at five.”
“What do we need the post office for?”
“An application form for a provisional licence,” I laughed and got out of bed.
Oscar thought it was great fun when we set off at a run across the fields, but he wasn’t quite so pleased when we got near to the shops and had to put his lead on.
Mum got to the post office just in time and came out clutching the form.
“All I need to do now is to learn to drive.”
“Yes, that’s all.”
