I slept late the following morning and it was almost dinner time when she woke me; a hand gently masturbating my fully erect penis and her heavy breasts pressed into my back. I moaned softly, still half asleep and turned to face her, but she slithered down and suddenly my prick was engulfed in the warm wetness of her mouth.
“Mum.” I gasped as I felt her tongue lapping at my swollen dome and her fingers kneading my balls. I threw the sheet off and looked down into her eyes. They were smiling at me, a deep blue and I thought she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met before.
I didn’t try to hold back. In the short time that I’d known her, I already realized that she was a very, very highly sexed woman. She closed one eye in a suggestive wink and prodded a finger against my anus. My prick just seemed to erupt and with a long, low moan of pleasure, I spurted jet after jet of cum into her mouth.
I slept again for a short time and saw her in the field when I went down after a shower. I made a coffee and waved to her to come and drink it with me and she smiled shyly when she joined me.
“Did you enjoy that darling?” she said softly and grinned like a Cheshire cat when I told her it had been beautiful.
“But I feel like I used you, mum.”
“You used me, Billy, because I wanted to be used. I wanted you to come like that in my mouth. It was perfect as far as I was concerned.””Why did you feel that you wanted to be used, mum?”
She seemed to think about it for a moment and then said that as I must realize, she’d always been quite a strong minded woman.
“I had to be darling, to get where I am. I’ve made decisions, good or bad but I’ve always stuck by them but sometimes in my private moments, I like other people to make the decisions for me.”
“You mean you like to be dominated?”
“Yes.” she looked at me from under her eye lashes and smiled.
“Yes darling, but only in a sexual way, are you all right with that?”
“It sounds like a lot of fun mum,” I smiled, “Tell me about your relationship with Margaret, was she dominant towards you?”
“Oh yes, sometimes she made me do the most outrageous things in public.”
“Such as?”
“The one I got a lot of pleasure from was once when she was tendering for a contract and offering her terms to the potential client. I sat at my desk behind him, opened my legs, put both feet up on my desk and masturbated myself to orgasm!”
“Did you do it because she asked you?”
“No,” she said and looked closely at me, “I did it because she told me.”
“Would you do anything if I told you to?”
“Probably,” she smiled, “Try me.”
*****
“It’s very short isn’t it?” I said as we got out of his car and the late summer breeze played with the hem of my skirt.
“Are you backing out?”
“Oh God no,” I laughed, “I’m excited.”
“You can put some panties on if you want, mum.”
“No,” I said firmly, “No I can’t darling. Don’t you see, I can’t because you said I must wear a very short skirt without anything at all under it.”
“People will see your pussy.”
“Yes, they will won’t they?” I smiled and felt a thrill run through me.
He found a shoe shop to start with and I teased the pretty assistant unmercifully. I tried about a dozen pairs on and flashed my naked slit at her with every pair. Finally, I settled on a knee length pair of black leather boots, very expensive but very sexy looking and she gave me a lovely smile as she put them in a bag for me.
“Come back soon,” she said and I wondered if there was more in it than her actual words.
“God that was hot,” I laughed as we walked down the street towards a busy department store with an escalator.
At the very top, whilst in front of two young men, he dropped a five pound note on the floor and I bent slowly to pick it up, giving those behind me an unfettered view of everything I’ve got.
We went then into a supermarket where I reached up for goods we didn’t want. I bent from the waist to pick things from the lower shelves. I even managed to get my skirt entangled in the trolley and walked around for about five minutes with my pussy and my naked bottom on show.
It was the hottest afternoon I’d ever spent and I loved it. I sat beside him in the car on the way home and played with myself whilst he described the reactions of the uninvited voyeurs.
But it was when we got home and I took the boots out of the bag that I had an even bigger thrill. I was about to throw the receipt away when I looked at it and saw a phone number scrawled on the back.
It said. “Gorgeous, I enjoyed it very much.” and was signed, “Mo” with three crosses after her name.
“Phone her mum,” he said and pulled me down onto his lap as I picked up the phone.
It was just after seven that evening when she arrived looking even prettier than I remembered. She was in a little black dress cut low enough to show the swellings of her firm young breasts and just short enough to be interesting.
“So do you do that sort of thing often, Sally?” she smiled as she sipped her drink and looked at me with her big brown eyes.
“Only when I’m told to,” I answered truthfully.
“Oh, I see,” she laughed, “We often get women in who aren’t wearing anything underneath, but I only usually get very brief glimpses.”
“So, did you like what you saw?”
“Mmm yes. As I said, I thought it was gorgeous.”
I was wearing a knee length kimono with just a white thong and hold up stockings beneath it. The top gaped open as I leaned forward and placed a hand on her knee.
“Would you like to see it again, Mo?”
“That’s why I’m here, Sally,” she whispered, “I’ve been hot all afternoon waiting for you to ring.”
Our lips met briefly and a low moan of desire escaped hers as I flicked out my tongue to touch hers.
“Where’s your boyfriend Sally?”
“He’s over the road at the hotel having a few drinks in the bar, but he’s not my boyfriend, he’s my son.”
Her hand stole inside my kimono and cupped a breast as she ran her thumb over my nipple.
“Can we go to bed Sally? I want you to tell me all about you and your son.”
She gasped in the bedroom as I slipped the dress off her shoulders and kissed each nipple in turn.
“Stockings,” I whispered, “I love to feel them against my neck.”
“So do I.” she smiled and crushed her lips to mine while her tongue explored my mouth. I felt her fingers unzipping the kimono and then a delicate little hand slid down over my stomach and into the waistband of my thong.
“And I love a completely hairless pussy.”
“You don’t get any hairs in your teeth,” I giggled and made her stand up as I went down on my knees. Her g-string was tiny and sheer and I touched my lips gently to the front.
“You smell gorgeous, Mo.”
“I like to think I taste nice, too.”
Slowly I eased her string down and lifted a leg up over my shoulder. The aroma from her pretty little slit filled my nostrils and she pushed herself down onto my mouth as I ran my tongue from her clitoris all the way down to her sweet little rosebud. She was awash with tangy juices that dribbled down my throat like the finest champagne. As I lapped greedily at the delicate pink flesh inside her labia, she meowed with pleasure as I sucked gently at her little swollen bud.
“Stop being greedySally,” she laughed as she pulled away, “I want to taste what I saw earlier on today.”
She kissed me through my thong before taking it off and then, as a man might do, she held it to her face and inhaled the aroma.
“Oh God,” she smiled, “I love that smell.”
I lay back on the bed and parted my legs.
“That’s what Billy says when he does the same thing,” I said and ran one finger slowly up in between my yearning pussy lips.
“I think your son has excellent taste,” she said and climbed on the bed facing my feet. Her dripping pussy descended onto my face and all the pleasures I’d known with Margaret returned as I felt her mouth on my cunt.
*****
I had four pints of lager as I chatted to Stan and Betty, but my mind was elsewhere. I knew mum was keen on seeing Mo and I didn’t blame her in the least. She’d suggested that I stay, but I said that Mo might very well be a strictly gay girl. So I said I’d leave them alone for an hour or two and then see how things go when I got back.
They were each in a minuscule little robe and matching panties in the back garden when I walked in. Neither robe hid very much, but neither girl cared very much either, Three empty champagne bottles told their own story, as did the satisfied smile on both their faces.
“Billy darling,” mum said tipsily, “Come and say hello to the lovely Mo.”
They walked towards me together holding hands tightly and each girl kissed me on my cheeks.
“Sally’s told me your story Billy,” Mo said softly, “It’s remarkable, really remarkable.”
I felt myself reddening with embarrassment. She was even more gorgeous than I’d first thought and her state of semi-nudity was having quite an effect in my jeans. I looked at mum and saw she was smiling, she blew me a kiss and Mo giggled.
“Your mum’s being very naughty, Billy.”
Glancing down, I saw mum’s hand in between her legs.
“She’s playing with my pussy, Billy.”
“No I’m not,” protested mum with a giggle, “I’m playing with your cunt!”
“That’s what I said, I think,” she laughed, “Why don’t you grab a drink and join us?”
The lager I’d already had was having an effect on me, but I didn’t care, I stripped off my tee shirt and poured myself a glass of bubbly.
“Mo says she’ll die if she can’t watch you being rude with me darling,” mum said softly as she and Mo came up behind me their arms round each others waist.
“In that case, I’d better save her life,” I laughed and reached for mum’s tiny panties.
Mo sat in a chair and put one foot up on the table, her hand slipped down into her own panties and she moaned with pleasure as I pushed mum down into a seat opposite her.
“Oh fuck yes darling,” mum ran her hands through my hair as I lowered my head and flicked out my tongue to taste her juices. Her clitoris already looked red and swollen from her earlier pleasures. She squealed and jerked against my face as I inserted a finger into her oozing wetness. I glanced at her friend who’s panties were now dangling from one ankle while she fingered herself leisurely.
“That looks so fucking hot, Billy,” she smiled and deliberately held her cunt lips apart.
“So does that.” I replied.
She giggled sexily as I lowered my head again and prodded my tongue against mums little rosebud. She was wet there as well and when I took my finger out from her pussy and slipped it into her anus, she sighed again with pleasure.
“Take your jeans off, Billy,” she urged me and then to Mo, she added, “Come closer Mo and look.”
Mo didn’t need asking twice and stared in amazement as I dropped my jeans and shorts.
“Oh my God,” she said in awe, “Oh fuck Billy, I can come from just looking at it.”
“Get me ready. Mo,” mum said with a smile, “I’m going to have it anally.”
“It’ll kill you Sally.”
“Yeah, but what a way to go.”
We were all pretty tipsy and feeling as horny as hell. Mo sank down to her knees and slurped noisily at mum’s anus. My prick jerked upwards almost touching my naval as I stood beside her and nudged it against the tiny puckered hole that Mo surrendered reluctantly to me. She assisted me by stretching mum’s cheeks apart as far as they would go. The hugely swollen dome of my prick stretched the hole agonizingly slowly and mum grimaced as on I went.
“Are you ok mum?”
“Fuck yes,” she gasped her face contorted with agony, “Don’t stop now Billy, for God’s sake.”
I pushed again and she screamed. Her ring gave way and I slid in right to the very hilt as mum writhed in the throes of her first anal orgasm. She didn’t just climax, she exploded. A huge gush of urine spurted out and splashed over my stomach until Mo got in the way and gulped at it greedily.
Mum was moaning and laughing, pulling at me and urging me on again like a woman demented. Her rectum felt like velvet gripping and trying to hold me as I moved in and out feeling my own orgasm approaching rapidly. Mum’s eyes were open wide and staring at me in mute adoration.
“Every hole darling,” she gasped, “You’re the only one ever to have me in every hole.”
I felt Mo moving behind me and her hands opened my buttocks. Her tongue fluttered against my own little hole and as my legs began trembling and I let out a roar and erupted inside mum’s rectum as she came again and then fainted.
