I felt fantastic and it showed, the day was lovely and warm, the sun shone brightly and I was going on holiday, only the second one in twenty years without my soon to be ex-husband.
Well, it was more than a holiday, my husband had taken up with our son’s wife and the pair had run away together. It had been a very unpleasant time for both my son and myself, but we’d kept our heads down and now I was going to stay with him for a week or so in Spain where he lived. We intended getting our heads together to talk about selling our houses and buying a pub, or even a bar in Spain!
I felt positive about my life now he’d gone, I’d done things I’d never have dreamt of doing when I was married, I was thirty-nine, a long way from being past it as he’d suggested.
I’d started wearing short skirts, I shaved all my pubic hair off and thought how sexy it looked, sometimes I went shopping sans panties and it gave me an incredible buzz knowing I was naked under my skirt.
I bought sex toys, ben-wah balls, and vibrators, I even took myself off to Jamaica for a week where I enjoyed seven nights of totally uninhibited sex including a threesome with a young German couple when I had the delightful experience of being sodomized whilst feasting on a very wet pussy!
When I got home, there was a pile of letters behind the front door, I binned them all and phoned my son.
“Hello darling, how are you?”
“Bloody fed up mum, where have you been?”
“I went away for a week, why?”
“Do you fancy coming here for a while?”
“Oh yes, but I thought, well you know because of dad, I thought you wouldn’t want me.”
“Aw mum don’t be daft, I’ll always want you.”
“Okay, I’ll book a flight for the next day or so and call you back so you can meet me, ok?” I asked.
“Great mum, thanks, you all right for money?”
“Oh yeah,” I giggled. “I emptied our joint account three weeks ago and put it all into mine.”
“Serves him bloody right.”
“My thoughts exactly darling.” It was four days later when I stepped off the plane into the searing heat of a Spanish summer, I was getting quite used to the heat after Jamaica and I thought how nice it would be to live in Spain where everything and everybody was so much more relaxed, Manana would do.
“Wow, you look fabulous!” Thomas said as we kissed and hugged each other warmly. “Jamaica must have been hot.”
“It was,” I laughed. “In more ways than one.”
“Been making up for lost time have you?”
“Oh yes,” I linked my arm through his. “And I’ve not finished yet.”
It took us an hour to drive to his house from the airport, I loved his house, a large open plan design with huge French windows that opened out onto a lush garden complete with swimming pool.
I particularly liked the big wide staircase, where we found my daughter in law’s panties when Thomas and I returned after I forgot my purse, we’d been gone less than a minute.
We looked at each other, both of us knowing what we’d find as we walked silently up the stairway to my son’s bedroom and find it we did. They were both naked, the slut with her arms and legs wrapped around my husband, telling him how deep she liked it and begging him to fuck her harder.
“Yes dear,” I said stiffly. “Fuck the little slut harder and then fuck off.”
She screamed, he jumped as if he’d been shot and they both scrambled under the covers.
“It was a mistake,” he said lamely, “You know baby, you know how these things are.”
“Get your clothes, take your car and go,” Thomas said to his wife. “We’ll be back in an hour, I want you gone by then, both of you.”
My husband looked at me for support but I just curled my lip in disgust.
“You heard what our son said, go, but just take what’s yours, if you take anything of mine, anything at all, I’ll call the police.”
They’d both gone when we returned after sitting at a local bar for an hour, I felt relieved but I was a bit concerned for Thomas who’d hardly spoke at all in the bar,
“Better that you found out now, Tom,” I reassured him. “Before you had children.”
“It’s not that mum,” he said miserably, “I knew they were at it, I’ve known for months now, I just didn’t want you to find out.”
I started laughing then, because I’d suspected it too and I didn’t want my son to be hurt.
I stayed two more days to give him time to vacate our shared house at home and sure enough, he’d gone and taken just his car and his clothes, I went to the bank and was very relieved to find a few thousand still in our joint current account. I closed it and put all the money in my own private account, then I went to see Frank our solicitor and put him in the picture, then I went shopping for some retail therapy. It was hotter than ever that year and I soon topped up my Jamaican tan becoming as brown as a berry. Tom and I became closer than ever and spent many nice days sunbathing in his garden whilst discussing our future.
“Mum, would you put your bra on for me?”
I looked round at him in shock, I’d gone out into the garden topless every day and it had never occurred to me that it offended him, he saw the shock on my face and coloured up and it was then that I realised he had an erection, my own son was getting turned on by my naked breasts.
“I’m sorry Thomas,” I said softly, “I’ll get a tee shirt, I haven’t got a bra, I didn’t think I’d need one.”
“Mum don’t get mad at me, I can’t help it.”
“I’m not getting mad darling, in fact, I’m flattered, but I’ll get a tee shirt if you like.”
He grinned then, the old Thomas just like a cheeky kid,
“What I like mum is looking at your boobs, they’re really great you know.”
“Yes,” I giggled. “I was told that in Jamaica.”
“Were you topless over there?”
“No,” I smiled. “I was naked.”
“Naked?”
“As in without any clothes, it was great you should try it.”
“Is that a dare?”
I smiled and raised an eyebrow knowing that he wouldn’t, he stood up and looked down at me as he slipped his shorts down over his hips, like me he was shaved down there and unlike his father he was generously endowed.
“You won’t be alone for long you know Tom,” I said and slipped out of my briefs before lying down and closing my eyes. I appeared to be asleep, but I was a million miles away from it, my senses were swimming, my nipples felt like pebbles and I just hoped that the moisture between my legs wasn’t obvious.
“Fancy a drink mum?”
I rolled over onto my side and smiled at him.
His eyes roamed over my breasts, my stomach and down to my pussy.
“Good idea,” I smiled. “I could use a drink or two.”
I dressed in a short summer dress and nothing else and we walked a hundred yards to a local bar where we ordered beers and tapas.
“Tell me about Jamaica mum,” he asked. “Did you really go naked?”
“Oh yes, but only on the beaches, lots of people did.”
“There’s a beach just along the coast here where nude bathing’s allowed.”
“I know darling, I wanted to go but your father wouldn’t allow it.”
“We should go tomorrow.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure mum,” he smiled. “Oh yes, I’m sure.”
We stayed there chatting until late, I felt as if I was on a date, but the atmosphere between us was charged with a kind of sexual tension and I couldn’t stop thinking about being naked with my son.
Even later when we went to bed, I lay there remembering how he’d looked at me after I’d taken my panties off, how his eyes had lingered on my slit and how excited I’d felt. Then I heard the faint footfalls in the hallway outside.
I breathed deeply and silently, hardly trusting myself to speak as I watched him approach my bed, he was naked and even in the dimly lit room I could see his fully erect penis jutting out obscenely from his groin.
“We shouldn’t,” I said softly as he pulled the single sheet off my body.
“No,” he agreed and then our mouths found each other. “But we always knew we would.”
In one fluid movement, I snaked my arms around his neck and drew him down.
“Yes,” I breathed and my eyes widened as I felt him nudging at my slit, slowly he pushed forward and I moaned into his mouth.
“You’re doing it, oh God yes you’re actually doing it.”
“I’m inside you mum, I’m fucking you.”
“Yes darling, you’re fucking me.”
Running my hands down over his muscular back, I gripped his buttocks and heaved myself back at him until every inch of him was buried inside my clutching hole.
I made whimpering noises like a puppy dog as he fucked me with long, deep strokes, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting in deeply. I raked his naked back and wrapped my legs round his waist, locking my ankles behind him as if to prevent him escaping.
“Let me look at you,” he said and raised himself up whilst still thrusting, I opened my arms and stretched them out either side of me proudly displaying my naked breasts.
“Beautiful,” he smiled and kissed each nipple in turn. “A beautiful woman with beautiful breasts,” he looked down to where we were joined, “And a beautiful pussy.”
“I wanted you to do this, this afternoon, you were hard then.”
“I’m hard now mum.”
“God yes, you’re beautiful, fuck me, darling,” I urged him, “Fuck your mother nicely.”
“You were naked again tonight under your dress weren’t you?”
“Yes, I wanted you to know.”
“I knew,” he grinned, “I wanted to eat you right there in the bar”
“Mmm,” I moaned, “I wanted you to do it, I’d have let you, your father hated it because I got so wet.”
“Well he’s a fool then, you could never get to wet for me.”
“Oh fuck, this is good,” I moaned as I clutched at him, “So very, very good.”
He laid his weight on me and slid both hands underneath me clutching at my buttocks,
“Mum,” he gasped. “Mum I’m going to cum.”
“Yes darling, do it baby come inside me, let me feel it, yes, oh fuck yes.”
His cock seemed to swell inside me, the sensations increased as did the depth of his thrusts.
“Mum, oh God yesss.”
I felt it, I actually felt his semen spurting up me, pushing myself back up at him, I used my pussy muscles to squeeze and milk him as I started to come. I dug my fingers into his back and squeezed him with my thighs, jet after jet spurted in me and with every spurt came another wave of pleasure until neither of us could move and we drifted off to sleep still locked in our incestuous embrace.
