Chapter 1

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have you

reached a verdict?"

"We have your honour"

Joan Roberts held her son's hand and

squeezed it gently as together they looked
across at the jury of seven men and five
women who would decide their fate.

Joan was a beautiful looking woman of thirty

two, who'd given birth to her son at just
fourteen, after a brief but passionate affair
with her form master at school.

She'd never revealed who the father was, but

had been forced by her strait laced parents
to give the baby up for adoption. She'd left
school at sixteen and gone straight to work in
her father's shop, becoming an instant hit
with his regular customers, as much for her
bubbly personality as her stunningly beautiful
face and figure.

She had several meaningless affairs with

customers, but only to satisfy her incredibly
high sex drive, showing no interest in a long
term relationship with any of them at all.

Among her many friends, she had one special

girlfriend with whom she had her first lesbian
affair and who she managed to persuade her
father to employ in the shop. Often both girls
would sneak up into the store room during
their lunch breaks for some quick sex and it
became a joke between them that their
panties went up and down more often than
the tail lift at the rear of the shop's delivery
van!

Mainly as a result of her drive and ambition,

trade in the shop boomed until they were
forced (much against her father's will) to
open another one and two years later a
third. Her father made her a partner just
three weeks before he and his wife were killed
in a motorway pile up, leaving Joan
devastated but at just twenty years of age, a
very well off young woman.

She immediately branched out into other

aspects of the retail trade and by the time
she was twenty five, owned fourteen shops
across the capital.

She bought herself a beautiful home deep in

the countryside and ran her empire from
there, enabling her to keep a succession of
lovers (male and female) discreetly out of the
public eye, but even as the business continued
to flourish, she spent at least two days a
week trying to trace her son with the help of
private enquiry agents and the internet.

Two months before his eighteenth birthday,

she received a phone call from an investigator
who informed her that a young man had
read one of his newspaper adverts and
contacted him by telephone, asking about the
person who was employing the agent.

A trembling Joan looked across her desk at

the handsome young man sitting in front of
her, she knew it was him, she just knew it!
"Thank you so much for coming to see me"
she said softly, "But before we continue, I
have just one question to ask you, is that ok?"

He smiled at her, showing perfect white teeth

and shook his head, "I'll save you the bother"
he said and stood up to take off his jacket.

Pulling his shirt out of the waistband of his

trousers, he showed her the birthmark on his
right hip, the birthmark she already knew
would be there!

Leaning forwards, she touched it gently with

her finger tips,

"Yes" she said quietly, "A "T" a perfect "T"

that's why I named you Tim" and then her
eyes filled with tears.
Tim's adopted parents were pleasant,
intelligent people, they greeted Joan warmly,
but with some trepidation and although they
knew their adopted son was very fond of
them, it was obvious they'd lost him.

To begin with, the youth spent one or two

nights a week at his mother's home, they'd
talk about their lives without each other,
both eager to know everything there was to
know, sometimes they'd dine out in a
restaurant or a pub, other times Joan would
delight him with her culinary skills at home
and gradually they became comfortable with
each other.

Tim found himself looking at his young,

beautiful mother more as a woman, she
always dressed immaculately if going out
somewhere, but around the house she liked to
wear jeans or shorts and it was pretty
obvious to him that she preferred to go
without a bra beneath her tee shirts or
blouses!

On the day of his eighteenth birthday, Joan

was surprised and pleased when he rang and
asked her to be the guest of honour at a
party to celebrate the occasion and agreed
instantly.

It was held in a large hotel and she was

amazed when on her arrival, Tim stopped
the music and introduced her to all the
guests as, "the best birthday present a boy
could have"

She chatted with almost everyone there and

seemed to spend most of the evening on the
dance floor, even Tim's adopted father had
two dances with her, it would have been
three but for feeling his hands on her bottom
when the lights went out for a second or
two!

Towards the end of the night she was sitting

alone at the bar when her son came up to
her and smiled,

"Thanks for coming mum, you made the

night for me"

She looked at him in surprise and felt her

emotions rising, "You called me mum"

"Yes"

"Thank you"

"Will you dance with me mum?"

"I thought you'd never ask" she laughed and
took his arm.

It was a slow one, Tim held her closely and

inhaled her perfume making her giggle
girlishly,

"What are you doing?" she held him at arm's

length, a questioning look on her face,

"I was smelling your perfume mum" he said

shyly, "It's like you, it's gorgeous"

She laughed as they drew together again,

enjoying each other unashamedly and
completely unaware of the glances from her
son's adopted parents.

"I've got a present for you in my bag darling"

she said, "But I think I'd better leave it until
another time"
"Why?"

"Because it's a rather large cheque and you've

had quite a few drinks"

"I've got the only present I've ever wanted

mum" he said seriously, "Not only have I
found my mother but she's also absolutely
bloody gorgeous too!"

That remark made her giggle again, but it

invoked feelings she knew weren't right, he
was a very handsome young man and
although they both knew he was her son, he
was also like a stranger to her, a very sexy
stranger!

"Can I come round in the morning for it

mum?"
As he spoke, Joan became aware of a slight
pressure against her groin, she looked at his
face, but it showed nothing.

"Your present?"

"Well yes" he grinned, "But I'd rather have

you, with or without the present!"

And leaning forwards, he kissed her gently on

the lips, not a quick peck, nor was it a lover's
kiss, but his lips lingered for perhaps a split
second longer than she would've expected.

The jury foreman, a large ruddy faced man

who seemed to sweat a lot, looked across
briefly at the prisoners in the dock, his face
betrayed nothing though and Tim Roberts
feared the worst.

"What is that verdict?"

Joan thought she might faint and Tim felt
the bile rising in his throat as the foreman
coughed and cleared his throat,

"Not guilty"

The courtroom suddenly erupted in a

cacophony of cheers, shouts, gasps and a
squeal of delight from Joan in the dock
remained unheard amid the bedlam that
caused the judge to reach for his gavel.

"Order, order, order" he shouted and

eventually his words were heeded,

Turning to the mother and son in the dock,

he said simply,

"You are free to go"

Reporters from the newspaper, which had
bought their story on condition of the verdict
just announced, formed a protective cordon
around the couple as they stepped from the
dock and smiled across at the jurors.

"Thank you" they said in unison and were

rewarded with smiles in return before being
bundled out of the room.

A barrage of questions was thrown at them

as they descended the steps to the wide
pavement outside the crown court, flashes
made them blink, microphones were thrust
practically into their faces, punches were
thrown by their burly minders and even
police officers were elbowed aside as they
fought their way to the black limousine that
screeched to a halt in front of them.
Apart from the pictures taken by the official
photographers from "their" newspaper, only
one was syndicated world wide and it made
the lucky snapper a small fortune"

He'd rammed his camera more in hope than

good judgement, between two of the minders
and clicked before finding himself on his back
in serious danger of being trampled to death.

He made it home though in one piece and sat

nursing a drink while considering a change of
career, at twenty seven he'd spent the last
eight years chasing "the big one" the picture
that he'd sell around the world, the one that
would send the big names to him instead of
the other way round.

It hadn't happened though and probably

never would,
"Fuck it" he said to himself and pouring
another drink, unloaded the camera before
entering his little darkroom thus taking the
step that was to change his life forever!

At first he didn't really think the picture in

question was anything special, but after
looking at it for a while he began to see
exactly what millions of people around the
world saw a few hours later, Joan Roberts
had just got into the back seat of the car and
was smiling up at her son as he too climbed
in, but what made the photograph special
was that Joan's knees had drifted apart
displaying the naked flesh of her thighs above
her stockings as well as pretty yellow panties
and her son could clearly be seen smiling as
he looked up between her legs!
Having just been cleared of several charges
relating to alleged incestuous, it was obvious
from the photograph and the smile on both
their faces, that this particular mother and
son definitely had rather a "special"
relationship with each other!

Innocent! That was the caption in many of

the newspapers that carried the picture and
brought derisory smiles to thousands of faces
all around the world.

The aged judge even smiled as he looked at it

the following morning in the huge bed he'd
shared overnight with his young mistress, the
one he kept in a little mews house in Chelsea
and who adored catering to his little whims.

Last night she'd been his daughter and had

begged her daddy to fuck her as she'd
lowered herself down onto his rather
impressive erection,

"I'll be a very good girl for you daddy" she'd

simpered and thought of her girlfriend and
what they would be doing to each other the
following day once the good judge had
departed for another few weeks with his wife.

Tim Roberts smiled as well as he looked at

the photograph over breakfast with his
mother in their hotel room,

"We should frame that mum" he said and

slipped a hand beneath her short robe as she
stood beside him to admire the
photographer's handiwork.

Apart from the stockings shown in the

picture, Joan was naked beneath the robe
and she squirmed with pleasure as her son's
hand casually explored the valley between the
cheeks of her bottom.

"Nice headline isn't it?" she laughed and

reached a hand down into the little yellow
panties her son was wearing, "After all, what
could be more innocent than a teenage boy
wanting to wear his mummy's panties?"

"Especially after his mummy's been very

naughty and had a little accident in them"

Tim laughed as his mother's hand gripped his

erection and pulled it out of her panties,

"Does mummy want another "innocent" fuck

already?" he moved his chair back from the
table to allow Joan to straddle him and
position his straining erection against the tiny
puckered hole of her anus.

"Mummy wants it in her bottom this time

darling" she said and sighed with deep
satisfaction as she felt the hugely swollen
dome of his penis beginning to stretch her
little hole.

"Oh yes baby" she crooned, "Mmm, that is so

fucking nice, push it all the way in darling,
all the way up mummy's tight little bottom"

Tim felt his cock being gripped by the velvet

like skin of his mother's rectum as they kissed
hungrily, tongues slurping obscenely at each
other's saliva. She ground herself down on
him, feeling him in her depths, no one had
ever touched her there, that deep, it seemed
as though he was going deeper and deeper as
she squirmed on his steel like cock, the pain
was exquisite, unbearable almost, every nerve
in her body was taut, waiting for release,
even her nipples, squashed against his chest
were aching with her need.

Tim used his muscular arms to lift her up

slightly, making her moan in protest then
scream in delicious agony as he rammed her
downwards again savagely, she started to
cum as he repeated the action again and
again, then suddenly he jammed her hard
against his groin and held her there as his
cock jerked.

"Tim" she gasped, "Ooh yes Tim"

She felt every spurt of semen jetting out of

him, splattering against the walls of her
rectum as the waves of sheer pleasure
threatened almost to engulf her, she was in a
frenzy of orgasm, her brain awash with lust,
lust for her son and the depraved desires
they shared!

Chapter 2

Posted: 2/18/2003, 10:00:00 AM

"Well you said to come round this morning"

Joan was suddenly conscious of her skimpy

robe as she stood at the door looking at her
son,

"Sorry" she grinned, "I didn't expect you quite

this early, that's all"

She stepped aside and giggled as he kissed

her on the lips on his way into the kitchen.
"Don't apologise mum, you look even more
gorgeous than you did last night"

"Why thank you kind sir" she laughed, "But

I'd better go and get dressed, I think this
thing's just a wee bit too short, don't you?"

It wasn't really intended as a question, but

Tim answered it cheekily,

"No actually I don't think it's too short at all,

it shows your legs off and they're bloody
lovely legs mum"

"Yes well it nearly shows a lot more too and

I'm sure you wouldn't want my bum in your
face would you?"

"I can't think of anything I'd like more" he

said softly,
"TIM!"

"What?"

She looked at the cheeky grin on his face and

burst out laughing,

"I wonder what your parents would say if

they'd have heard that one!"

"They're used to me mum, but I wouldn't say

that about her"

Strangely that remark pleased her, but she

kept her thoughts to herself.

Turning away, she poured some water into

the kettle and pointed to an envelope at the
table where he sat,

"Your present's in there" she said and

laughed, "Don't spend it all at once"
He took out a card and read it carefully,
totally ignoring the cheque inside the card
until he'd read what was written on the
card,

"I never doubted it mum, not for one single

minute"

She felt the tears welling up inside her and

turned away from him as the kettle came to
the boil, she'd thought very carefully about
what to say in the card and had decided in
the end just to put down what she felt.

"I thought of you every single day of your life"

"Mum for God's sake!"

Turning round again, she saw him staring at

the cheque, an expression of total shock on
his face,
"Ten thousand pounds?"

She nodded and agreed with him,

"Yes, I believe that's what I put on it"

"But mum, bloody hell, how can you afford

that?"

"Tim, you know very well how I can afford it"

"Well yes but it's still a lot of money"

"I thought you might like to buy a car, a nice

one"

Tim suddenly looked excited at the thought

his mother had just put into his head,

"Yeah, hey that's an idea, will you come with

me?"

"I'd love to, are you staying over tonight?"

"If you'll have me"

"You know I will" she leaned over and kissed

him completely forgetting her loose robe
which allowed him a tantalisingly brief
glimpse of a rose tipped breast before she
straightened up again.

"You know mum?" he grinned cheekily, "I

think you should wear that robe all the
time!"

"Behave yourself" she giggled, "I'm going up to

get changed"

"You look lovely when you blush mum" and he

watched her sexy little bottom wiggling
beneath the robe as she went out into the
hall,
Silently Tim got up and watched her walking
upstairs, just a hint of the swellings of her
cheeks peeking out to tease him.

"Can I watch?"

"No you bloody can't" she laughed, "I think

you've seen enough already haven't you?"

"No mum, nowhere near enough" he laughed,

"I'm a deprived child"

"Depraved more like" she said and walked

into her bedroom,

"That's what they said"

His voice sounded suddenly serious and she

turned to look at him,

"Who?"
"My parents, they once went away foe a
weekend but came back the same night
because she wasn't well"

"And?" she realised her heart was beating

faster, but didn't really understand why!

"I was in bed with two girls"

"Two?"

"Two" he confirmed and looked at her as if

waiting for her condemnation.

"Wow" she laughed, "My son, the super stud"

"They called me dirty"

"Well look Tim, I wouldn't want to tread on

their toes because they reared you and I
think they did a pretty good job, but sex isn't
dirty, or as Woody Allen says, it is, but only
if you're doing it right!"

That seemed to cheer him up a bit out of his

sudden depression,

"Can I talk to you about it mum?"

"What sex?"

"Yes, I can't talk about it with dad" he

chuckled and it sent a little shiver down her
spine, "I don't think they do it you know"

"Really?"

"They sleep in separate rooms"

"Oh my God"

"When they caught me with the two girls, she

threw up, there and then on the carpet and
he called me a pervert, that's not perverted
is it mum?"

Without thinking about it, she went to him

and hugged him,

"Timmy darling, they're wrong, sex isn't

perverted, it's fun and believe me I should
know"

Then she blushed and giggled, "And I can't

believe I'm talking to you like this"

As he held her with his arms around her

back, he slyly slid one hand down onto the
swellings of her bottom and was very
pleasantly surprised when she didn't pull
away from him!

"There's a limit though" she smiled and kissed

him on the cheek tenderly.
"Look let's go and look at a few cars, I need
to get a few things from a couple of shops,
then we'll go for lunch somewhere and we'll
talk about it over a bottle of wine, ok?"

"Mum, you're the best" he said and patted

her bottom cheekily as they pulled apart.

"Hmm" she looked at him oddly and ushered

him out of the door, "I'll be down in a
minute"

He spent half of his money on a car, a little

sporty thing that Joan knew he'd go for as a
poser's car and then followed her around half
a dozen shops whilst she spent more money
in a couple of hours than he'd ever seen
before!
In a big computer warehouse she purchased a
whole new system for her office and asked
him if he'd like her old one, she was surprised
when he shook his head.

"They won't let me mum, they reckon they're

only for perverts and child molesters"

She bit her tongue and kept her thoughts to

herself until finally she'd finished her
shopping and they were sitting at a table in a
small country pub having a glass of wine.

"Timmy what would they say if you came to

live with me?"

"Do you mean that?"

"Of course!"
"In that case mum, I don't care what they
say, they won't like it that's for sure, they'll
say you bought me with your money but I, -
--,"

His voice cracked and Joan saw tears in his

eyes,

"What darling?" she reached across and

squeezed his hand.

"I'd love to come and live with you mum, I'd

really love it"

"That's settled then, we'll phone them

tomorrow but in the meantime, relax and
let's enjoy each other's company"

His phone rang and Joan pretended not to

listen, he was obviously talking to a girl and
seemed uncomfortable in front of her,
"I'm nipping to the loo darling" she said softly
and left him to it, when she returned he was
looking angrily at his phone, his face flushed
and red.

"Darling what on earth's wrong?"

He hesitated for quite a while before

answering,

"I'm not sure whether I should tell you this

mum, but it's probably best if I do"

Leaning across to speak in a low voice she

said,

"Come and sit next to me darling" and

patted the bench seat beside her,

"Now" she said gently, "I don't care what it is

that's wrong and if you don't want to tell
me, it's okay but I think total honesty is the
best way to start, don't you?"

He grinned, but the smile didn't reach his

eyes,

"Can you remember last night when I danced

with you?"

"Yes of course I can, why?"

"Well there was a girl there, Frances who I've

been out with a few times"

Joan smiled but felt her heart thumping,

"Been out with, nothing more?"

He grinned sheepishly,

"Been to bed with"

"Okay, are you going to tell me she's
pregnant?"

"No, bloody hell no mum, actually it's worse

than that"

"Go on"

"She heard what I said to you when I sniffed

your perfume and said you were gorgeous"

"So?"

He was beginning to look decidedly

uncomfortable,

"She saw me patting your bum"

"And?"

"Well after you'd gone she wanted me to go

home with her, home to bed you know"
"Well did you?"

"No and that's the trouble mum, she's a head

case, insanely jealous of anyone I even speak
to, never mind dance with"

"I'm beginning to get the picture, what did

she say to you on the phone?"

"She said that you were the reason I wouldn't

take her to bed last night, she said I'd
arranged to meet you afterwards"

"Hmm" she sat back and thought about it,

"And why exactly does she think we met

afterwards?"

"Aw mum, this is so bloody embarrassing"

Joan giggled and said with a smile,

"Actually I'm quite going to enjoy it, go on
tell me why she thinks we were meeting
afterwards"

"Mum you have to realise that until I actually

met you, I had a vision in my mind of what
you'd look like"

"Yes obviously" she sipped her drink slowly

and let him carry on in his own time,

"But when I saw you, that image

disappeared, you were nothing like it"

"Go on"

"I can't mum"

"You can and you must, let's get this out of

the way"
"I thought you were gorgeous mum, I saw you
not as my mother but as a woman, a
beautiful, very sexy woman"

She sat back and looked at him thoughtfully

as he continued,

"She accused me of fancying you"

"Oh"

He was practically squirming with discomfort

now,

"Her exact words were, that I wanted to fuck

you"

"And did you?"

"WHAT?"

"Don't shout darling" she said quietly, "I said,

did you want to fuck me?"
"Mum if you were anyone else but my
mother, I'd probably have tried to get into
your panties last night, yes"

Joan giggled and that made her son smile

too at last,

"What's funny?"

"You'd never have done it Timmy" she said

and reached for both their glasses to go to
the bar for refills.

"I wasn't wearing any!"

Chapter 3

Posted: 2/18/2003, 10:00:00 AM

Tim's jaw dropped open in shock as his

mother turned away and walked to the bar,
he was still staring at her when she looked
over her shoulder and giggled at the
expression on his face.

"I don't believe you" he said challengingly

when she returned with their drinks,

Setting the drinks down, she took out a

cigarette and lit it,

"Tim, what you said about when you met me

for the first time worked both ways you
know"

He looked at her but obviously didn't get it,

"You said you saw me as a woman, not as

your mother which is perfectly
understandable"

"I did mum and a gorgeous woman too"

They grinned at each other and Tim reached
over to take her hand,

"Well I saw you in the same way, I saw a

good looking young man, one who didn't
seem to care about much at all, especially my
money"

"I didn't know you'd got money mum"

"Exactly!" she laughed, "All right I'm your

mother and finding you has given me more
pleasure than anything else in my life,
anything else at all, but and this is a big but
Tim"

He could see she was struggling to find the

words, so without speaking, he moved over to
sit next to her,
"Go on mum, you were going to say that you
didn't see me as your son weren't you?"

"Yes" she gripped his hand in hers, "Yes I was,

is that awful?"

"It's just the way I felt mum, I told you that"

"And now?"

"I'm confused mum" he sipped his drink and

considered his next words carefully, "Are we
being totally honest mum?"

"Of course"

He reached for her cigarettes and took one

out, lighting it he inhaled and let the smoke
out slowly,

"I still fancy you mum, I think you're what

the lads would call, a real woman!"
She blushed and Tim felt his heart swelling,
he leaned closer to her and whispered in her
ear,

"I can't stop thinking about you being naked

under your skirt when I danced with you"

"I wasn't naked" she giggled, "I had stockings

on"

"Stockings?" his eyes lit up,

"Yes, I never wear tights"

"Wow"

"Before I keep my half of the "being totally

honest" bit, I need another drink"

"Ok, I'll get them" as he reached for their

glasses, he kissed her on the cheek and
whispered,
"Never?"

"Never"

He reached the bar and jumped in surprise as

she walked past him and patted his backside,

"Just nipping to the loo darling"

She returned grinning, to find him already

back at their table,

"Your turn mum" he smiled at her as she sat

down close to him and took his hand again,

"I've always believed that actions speak louder

than words Timmy"

"Well, yes I suppose so"

"They do Timmy, believe me they do"

As she spoke, she opened her handbag and
put her hand inside it,

"That's why I've done this, close your eyes"

Laughing, he closed his eyes as Joan took out

her hand and pressed a delicate scrap of lace
into his hand.

"That's my answer Timmy"

He opened his eyes and looked down at little

pink panties she'd taken off in the loo"

"Oh God mum" he said softly, "Now what?"

She giggled and leaned into him,

"Are you embarrassed?"

He looked down to where the swellings of her

breasts were visible over the top of her blouse
and wondered if the zip of his trousers was in
good order!

"Not really mum, nervous is probably a better

word"

"I've got nothing on for the rest of the day,

so do you think it would help if we stayed for
a few more drinks, just to help us both
relax?"

"Definitely mum, yes that would be great,

but can I ask you something first?"

"Of course darling"

"Are you wearing stockings now?"

Without speaking, she took his hand and

guided it onto her knee, when at first he left
it there, she giggled and placed both their
hands just beneath the hem of her skirt.

"That's for you to find out for yourself" she

whispered and taking her hand off his, leaned
forward to hide his actions from anyone who
might wonder what he was doing.

Slowly, tentatively his hand moved upwards

as she sat coolly sipping her drink, only when
she felt his fingertips on the naked flesh of
her thigh above the stocking, did her face
betray any emotion at all.

A sharp intake of breath made Tim smile and

he withdrew his hand quickly,

"Can we go now mum?" he asked her quietly

and Joan nodded, completely unable to
answer him,
"It's warm isn't it mum?" and his mother felt
a rush of moisture between her legs as he
calmly wiped his face with her panties,

"Oh God Timmy" was all she could manage as

he took her hand and together they walked
out to her car.

Thankfully it was only a short drive home,

Joan could hardly concentrate on her driving
for thinking about the growing dampness
between her legs,

Beside her Tim took her panties out of his

pocket and held them to his nose,

"Beautiful mum" he said and Joan nearly

came as he touched his lips to the gusset,
"My God" she giggled, "You're my son all
right, there can never be any doubt about
that"

"Do you always wear sexy little panties like

these mum?"

"Always" she nodded, "I find them very

erotic" then she giggled sexily and added,
"Especially when a horny teenager wipes
them over his face"

She swung the car into the driveway and

pulled up outside the cottage,

"What?" Tim said when she made no attempt

to get out,

"A gentleman always opens the door for a

lady" she smiled at him as he took the hint
and the driveway walked round to do her
bidding.

"Thank you darling" she said and placed one

foot onto the concrete drive, leaving the
other one still on the floor of the car.

Her legs were apart just far enough for Tim

to see right up between them to where the
glistening pink wetness of her slit was being
wantonly displaced to his gaze.

"Jesus mum" he gasped, "You're gorgeous,

absolutely fucking gorgeous!"

She smiled up at him and held out a well

manicured hand,

"In that case young man, you'd better take

me inside and shag my fucking brains out!"
They made it as far as the entrance hall
where Tim took his mother into his arms and
kissed her, her mouth was wet and warm
and she welcomed his tongue with her own.

Long trails of saliva dribbled from their

mouths as they kissed hungrily and Timmy
reached down to pull her skirt up around her
hips, while her hands scrabbled frantically to
open the zip on his trousers.

"Wait mum" he hissed as she reached inside

them, eager to find him, see him and feel
him,

"Tim, oh God yes Timmy"

He dropped to his knees and found her

warmth with his mouth, the wetness oozing
from her cunt was like nectar on his tongue,
she climaxed immediately and ground herself
down onto his mouth, eager for more.

Lifting one leg over his shoulder, the youth

feasted on his mother's cunt as she
surrendered to the waves of pleasure that
threatened to engulf her.

His tongue was like a snake, long and pliable,

searching in the very depths of her body one
minute and the next, flicking rapidly over her
clitoris, sending her into another
uncontrollable spasm of sheer pleasure.

Only vaguely was she aware of his mouth on

hers again, the familiar taste of cunt was on
her lips as he cupped her buttocks and lifted
her up,
"Yes" she hissed, licking her own juices from
his lips as she felt the tip of his penis nudging
just in between the lips of her yearning hole.

The word incest flashed into her brain at the

same time as he rammed her down onto the
iron hard shaft of his cock and she screamed
aloud,

""Yes baby" she hissed, "Fuck me, fuck

mummy's hot cunt darling, ooh darling,
you're big, so fucking big"

Tim's body hardly moved at all, just his hips

as he thrust into the swamp that was her
cunt,

"I wanted this the first moment I saw you

mum" he said as he fucked her rhythmically,
like a dancer in an obscene grinding
movement,

"Oh fuck yes Timmy, me too, I knew you'd

fuck me before long, it was in your eyes,
you're a pervert just like me, do it baby, do it
fucking harder"

"Tell me you're not on the pill mum" he

gasped, "I'm nearly coming, tell me you want
my baby"

Joan thought she was going to die with

pleasure as she imagined being pregnant with
her son's child, a huge swollen belly, massive
milk laden breasts for both of them to drink
from, having to be fucked anally as she
neared her time.
The shame of it, the sheer act of defying the
laws of every civilized country in the world!

"Shag me you bastard, put a baby in me,

make me fucking pregnant!"

Chapter 4

Posted: 2/18/2003, 10:00:00 AM

Joan looked every inch the prim and proper

business woman in a smart black suit with
the skirt only just above her knees and a
crisp white blouse with only the top button
unfastened.

Beneath it though was a different story, she'd

been dressed earlier by her doting son, who'd
taken quite a long time to fit the black
stockings to her beautifully smooth legs,
whilst the horny mother sat casually sliding a
long slim up and down her freshly shaven slit.

"I think you and I are going to have rather a

lot of fun together" she said as she stood up
to allow him to fasten the stockings to the
suspender straps of her black lacy corset.

Dipping his head, he gently kissed her hairless

mound and inhaled the heady aroma of her
cunt,

"I know we are mum" he said softly, "You're

incredible, absolutely mind blowingly
incredible!"

She giggled and rolled her eyes as he took the

swollen nub of her clitoris between his lips
and suckled it like a nipple,
"It takes two to tango darling" she said, "I
have no idea what it is that gives people like
us an abnormal sexual appetite and a flair
for, shall we say the unusual? But whatever it
is I knew if anyone else had it besides me, it
was bound to be you my darling son, now if
you don't mind taking your mouth away
from my cunt for a moment, I think I should
wear some panties today, don't you?"

He laughed and agreed that as he enjoyed

her love of sexy little panties, it would be a
good idea if she had some on, if only for the
fun they'd have later when it became time
for them to be taken off!

Neither of them enjoyed telling Tim's

adoptive parents that he was going to live
with Joan, but it had to be done, so they
went round on the following day to break the
news.

They agreed with Joan that it was only

natural for a boy to want to live with his
mother and although they were quite upset
about it, they took it with good grace and
told the mother and son that they were
welcome to visit them any time they wished.

As they finished the traditional cup of tea,

Joan asked if she might use their toilet,
which surprised her son somewhat, he knew
she couldn't possibly need to pee again so
soon after doing it all over him in the shower
earlier on!

He felt himself beginning to stir at the

thought of what his deliciously decadent
mother could be doing up there, he found out
when she asked him to drive as they left the
sad couple's house!

"Well that wasn't so bad was it darling?" she

said as once again she gave him a cock
stirring view between her legs as she got into
the car.

"Bloody hell mum" he laughed, "You, er

you've got no, er, bloody hell!"

She giggled and smoothed the skirt down

demurely over her thighs,

"I took my panties off when I went to the

loo"

He reached over and slipped a hand beneath

her skirt as she swung the heavy car expertly
out into the traffic,
"Ooh yes darling" she laughed as the tips of
his fingers found the soft, slightly moist lips
of her cunt, "It's a pity there's no room down
here for you, it would be lovely if you could
eat me whilst I'm driving"

"Get an automatic mum" he smiled, "At least

you can sit with one foot on the seat, but
anyway, I'll do more than eat you when we
get home"

"Such as?"

"Tell you later mum, where're we going

now?"

"We're going to the bank now darling, I need

to see the manager and while we're there you
can put that cheque in your account"
"I haven't got one mum" he looked a bit
shamefaced and withdrew his hand, but Joan
smiled at him and said,

"Oh yes you have darling, you've had one

there since you were a year old, you just
didn't know it that's all!"

"Mum you can't keep doing this you know"

"Doing what?"

"Giving me money"

"Timmy, you're my son" she giggled and

blushed slightly,

"And my lover too and I've already got more

money than I can ever spend, so let's both
enjoy it, let me enjoy doing what I want with
it"
"Yes mum, but you've earned it, all by
yourself and that's what I want to do, I want
to earn my own money too"

"Well I've got an idea or two to put to you

after I've seen the manager here, so we'll go
to a pub somewhere, have a drink or two
and talk about it, but in the meantime would
you mind replacing your hand? I was quite
enjoying your fingers in my cunt!"

Tim knew very little about banks or banking

but he was quick to notice that as they
entered, a teller left her position and went
into another office, when she returned to her
position only seconds later, she smiled at
Joan and said that the manager would see
her immediately!
I went in with her and shook hands as she
introduced me to "Frank" the manager,

"I'm very pleased to meet you Tim" he said

and rang for three coffees to be brought
through.

"Frank, I'm selling out everything and I want

your advice, as you know I've always done
my own accounting with just some help
occasionally from you and your staff, but
now I've found this handsome young man,
I've not got the same drive or ambition, at
least as far as the shops are concerned, I
want to take a year off, go on holiday, see
the world and get to know my son, so in a
nutshell, I want to know from you, how
much I'm worth in cash after the proposed
sale and then I want you to handle the sale
for me"

Tim sat there listening to his mother and her

bank manager as they quoted figures that
he'd only ever heard of in the movies before,
several times as she crossed her legs, he
caught a glimpse of flesh above her stockings
and his erection started to become a bit
uncomfortable, unable to get it out of his
mind that she was sitting there talking in
millions of pounds, naked beneath her skirt
except for stockings, he began to think of all
the things he wanted to do to her and with
her!

Joan was very much aware of her lack of

underwear and several times, using her
proximity to the desk as cover, she let Tim
see her hand casually raising her skirt and
stroking her upper thigh above her stockings.

He wondered if her pussy was in contact with

the soft leather covering of the chair, perhaps
her juices were staining it as she talked.

"What were you thinking about in there?"

They were on their way home to the pub

after her meeting at the bank, Joan driving
with her skirt hiked up right over her
stockings.

"I was thinking about your pussy mum" he

grinned and reached over to slip his hand
between her legs again,

"What about it?"

"Wondering how wet it was and I've just
found out!"

She giggled as a finger gently parted her lips

and delved inside to explore her wetness,

"It can get a lot wetter than that darling"

"Is that a hint?"

"Do you want to see how wet it can get?"

Before he had time to answer, she giggled

and a trickle of urine dribbled over his
fingers,

Tim gasped and withdrawing his finger, held

his hand up to his mouth,

"Mmm" he smiled as he licked the little

droplets from it, "That's sweet mum"
Joan felt herself to be on the edge of an
orgasm as she pulled into the pub car park
and her son held his glistening fingers up to
her mouth.

"Of course it's sweet darling" she laughed and

sucked what was left of her juices and urine
from his digits!

"Would you like some more?"

Tim laughed as he got out for yet another

view up her skirt when she alighted from the
car, but instead of getting out, she stayed
with her bottom on the edge of the seat and
beckoned him closer,

"The last time I did this" she said softly, "Was

with another woman"
And her warm tangy urine gushed out all
over him until he managed to get his mouth
in the way of the flood and catch it!

Swallowing quickly, he drew his mother even

closer and clamped his mouth around her
gushing cunt while Joan climaxed at the
sheer perversity at what they were doing.

She was still cumming after the flow ceased

and his mouth was replaced by something
much harder,

"Ooh baby" she gasped, "Did you like that?"

She got her answer by feeling his hands

cupping her buttocks and pulling her hard
against his rutting shaft, a finger probed
against her anus and she pulled his head
down to hers, tongues entwined they fucked
each other, Joan sucking at his tongue,
tasting herself along with her urine!

"Fuck me darling" she gasped into his mouth,

"Oh God yes give mummy your big hard
cock"

Wrapping her legs around her son's back, she

clutched at his muscular buttocks, drawing
him deeper into the oozing morass of her
cunt,

"Yes mum, I'm shagging you, I'm fucking

shagging your lovely wet cunt, I'm cumming
mum, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

His finger in her anus was knuckle deep,

impaling her, sending her into a frenzy of
lust.
Again and again, she came, until finally she
convulsed in ecstasy as she felt her sons'
creamy hot spunk jetting against the walls of
her cunt!

Later as Tim swam lazily in the outdoor pool,

he looked up as his mother came across the
lawn towards him carrying a tray of drinks
and her mobile phone,

Smiling at him, she squatted down at the

poolside and beckoned him over for a drink,

"I'm going to ring a friend darling and I think

you'll like what I'm planning"

From where he stood in the pool sipping his

drink, he had a perfect view of a tiny baby
blue thong between her legs as she punched
in some numbers on her phone.
"Hi Suzy it's Joan"

Whoever Suzy was, she made his mother

giggle and her legs parted even more,

"Still wet and more horny than ever" she

laughed, "There's someone here I'd like you to
meet, do you fancy coming over for a
barbecue tonight?"

Tim reached out and stroked the gusset of

her thong, pushing the already damp nylon
into her slit,

"Male" she giggled, "Oh yes, definitely male,

he's playing with my pussy now as we speak
too! Oh and Suzy, can you remember that
special drink that we both like?"

She used her free hand to pull her thong to

one side for his fingers,
"Mmm yes, that's the one, well he tried it
this afternoon and now he can't get enough
of it"

Her own fingers joined his inside her slit and

she blew him a kiss,

"Great baby, we'll see you in an hour!"

Slipping into the pool beside him, she kissed

him hungrily,

"Now then" she laughed, "Let's see if I can

give an under water blow job!"

Chapter 5

Posted: 2/18/2003, 10:00:00 AM

Dressing to please her son was a turn on new

to Joan, but after discovering that he loved
very short skirts, she found a little denim
mini skirt that she hadn't worn for a couple
of years and stepped into it.

Turning round to admire herself in her

mirror, she giggled as she saw how it barely
covered the curves of her bottom, tight pink
panties hugged her already moistening sex
and an equally tight white vest top caressed
the buds of her nipples and allowed her
breasts to bounce freely with every
movement she made.

Looking out into the garden she watched her

son lighting the barbecue, the muscles in his
strong brown arms rippling as he picked up
the sack of charcoal as if it were a bag of
sugar.

The cut off denims he wore seemed to

accentuate his muscular thighs and Joan felt
a trickle of moisture between her legs as she
remembered how those thighs had supported
them both when he'd carried her from the
pool into the house, her arms round his neck,
legs around his waist and her cunt impaled
on his iron hard shaft. Each step he'd taken
had sent a jolt of pleasure to her brain, every
nerve in her body seemed to be connected to
her cunt, she'd sobbed with the sheer joy of
him inside her and begged him to fuck her
harder.

"Make me scream baby" she'd hissed into his

mouth, "Make mummy scream for your cock"

He had done too, by the time he'd lain her

down on the floor of the lounge, she'd been a
quivering wreck, clinging to him, whimpering
with pleasure, the sheer perversity of their
incestuous coupling heightening her lust.

She lost track of how many times she'd

climaxed until finally he withdrew from her
cunt and spurted his thick creamy spunk
down her throat as she used two hands to
milk him of every last drop.

He'd kissed her then, a deep, searching

tongue sucking kiss and she'd climaxed again
as she rolled on top of him, letting a mixture
of saliva and his own sperm dribble into his
open mouth!

She saw a car coming up the private lane

towards the house and ran downstairs
quickly just as it pulled into the driveway, the
diver was a blue eyed blonde woman of about
twenty five or so wearing a tartan mini kilt
and a white off the shoulder peasant type
blouse that displayed the dark circles of her
nipples straining against the almost sheer
material.

"Suzy!" Joan squealed with delight and ran to

embrace the smiling young blonde, Tim stood
open mouthed as they kissed each other
hungrily, tongues sucking at each others and
hands roaming everywhere,

"Oh my God Joan" she laughed as at last they

pulled apart, "You've no idea at all how much
I've missed you these past few weeks"

Then she caught sight of Tim standing there

watching and smiled at him, showing
beautifully straight, white teeth,
"Joan!" she squeezed her lover's hand, "He's
gorgeous, you lucky bitch!"

Tim shook her hand politely, "Hi Suzy, I'm

Tim"

"So you're the one who was eating Joan's

pussy earlier? You lucky man"

"Well I think the reason she rang you is for

you to be a lucky girl!"

Suzy giggled and ran her hand up beneath

the back of his mother's skirt,

"You must be special Tim, your girlfriend here

is known to be choosey"

"He is Suzy, believe me he is"

As she spoke she drew her son towards her

and kissed him, Tim responded immediately
by returning her kiss and joining his hand to
Suzy's under his mother's skirt. Together they
slipped their entwined fingers underneath the
tiny scrap of lace between Joan's legs and felt
her wetness,

"Joan, you're soaking!" Suzy giggled as Tim

guided their fingers into the older woman's
slit, but Joan pulled away laughing and took
their still entwined fingers into her mouth to
suck at her own juices.

"Come on, let's have a drink, I want to

heighten the anticipation"

"Mmm, good idea" laughed Suzy, "I'm in the

mood for a drink"

The meaning wasn't lost on Joan or her son

and all three of them grinned at their own
thoughts as Tim poured out the ice-cold lager
and put the steaks onto the barbecue.

"Well here's to you two" Suzy raised her glass

and toasted the two lovers, "You look like you
belong together"

"We do Suzy" Joan laughed and slipped her

hand down into her son's shorts, "Believe me
we do!"

Tim raised his glass and laughed with her,

"Yes I think it's fair to say that we belong
together all right"

Pulling his mother into his embrace he lifted

the back of her skirt and let Suzy see his
hand caressing her sexy little bottom,
Suzy stood there watching, a puzzled
expression on her face but gradually the light
dawned on her and she smiled,

"Oh my God!" she laughed, "This is Tim, your

son isn't it? Oh my God!"

Joan pulled her son's penis out of his shorts

and dropped to her knees,

"Yes" she laughed, "And isn't he just fucking

gorgeous?"

Suzy couldn't help slipping a hand beneath

her skirt and rubbing herself through her
flimsy little panties as she watched her horny
lover take her own son's huge, thick penis
into her mouth.

"Suck it Joan, oh yes, Jesus Christ you're

sucking his cock!"
Joan beckoned her over to join her and as
she squatted down they kissed each other
again, this time with Tim's hot, throbbing
penis between their mouths,

Tim groaned with pleasure as he stepped out

of his shorts and felt Suzy's tongue licking
around his inner thighs,

"Mmm yes Suzy" Joan mumbled through a

mouthful of cock as the younger woman took
a hairless testicle into her mouth,

"Er, I hate to interrupt you two gorgeous

ladies"

"Well don't interrupt us then" laughed Suzy

and ran her tongue between his legs to probe
gently at his anus.
"The bloody steaks are burning" he laughed
and pulled away from them to hurriedly turn
their supper over before it actually caught
fire!

"How about that drink Suzy?" Joan said

softly and stood with her feet well apart as
her lover sank to her knees and touched her
lips to the front of the older woman's
panties,

"Mmm, my favourite smell in all the world"

Suzy laughed and ran her tongue right up
between Joan's swollen cunt lips, pushing the
delicate lace panties into the wetness she
sought for herself.

At first it was just a trickle, a taste of things

to come, the sweet, warm piss seeped into
her panties and Joan moaned with pleasure
as she felt Suzy's mouth sucking it out of
them.

Suzy moaned too as she felt Tim's hand

between her legs, his fingers delving beneath
the soaking wet panties,

"Take them off Suzy" he said hoarsely,

Refusing to lose any of the delicious nectar

that was now flowing straight through Joan's
sodden panties, she eased herself up slightly
to allow Tim to sit on the floor and slide his
outstretched legs between her feet.

Deciding it would be sexier to leave her

panties on, he eased them to one side and
nudged the swollen head of his cock against
the tiny puckered hole of her anus. She
gasped as it was forced open slowly, keeping
the last mouthful of urine, she pulled Joan
down to join her and dribbled it into her
eagerly receptive mouth.

"He's in my bottom Joan" she gasped as Tim's

huge erection continued to slide into her
rectum, "He's fucking me up my arse"

"Squeeze him baby, milk his cum out"

Tim began to move in and out of Suzy's tight

little hole as Joan reached down and eased
two fingers into her friend's cunt,

"Oh fuck Joan" Suzy moaned into her lover's

mouth, "He's big, mmm, he's so fucking big,
oh God he's right up me"

Joan could feel her son's cock through the

thin membrane of skin separating Suzy's
vagina from her rectum and felt suddenly
envious that it wasn't her own body he was
in,

"He likes fucking me up there Suzy, is that

dirty? My son likes fucking me up my arse!"

Suzy began to move herself back and forth in

time to the twin intrusions,

"God yes, that's dirty" she hissed, "That's so

fucking dirty, I want to see him fucking you
darling, please Joan let me see him fucking
his mother!"

"He likes fucking my mouth as well, don't you

Timmy?"

"Every hole you've got mum, oh Jesus mum

I'm cumming"
Even though it was the willing Suzy he was
sodomizing, in his minds eye it was Joan's
rectum where he spurted his sperm, leaning
towards each other they kissed hungrily as
Timmy held the younger woman's hips in a
grip of iron and stayed rigidly jammed as far
up her rectum as he could manage until he
was completely spent.

Suzy was cumming too, her brain could think

of nothing but the monstrous shaft in her
rectum and the hot spunk it was spurting
into her bowels, she sucked at Joan's snake
like tongue, hungry for saliva as her whole
body shook with the force of her orgasm.

"Christ Almighty Joan" she sighed as Timmy

withdrew from her anus with a moan and
quickly went to attend to the steaks, which
were in serious danger of being cremated.

"I've never been fucked like that before, he

practically made my teeth rattle!"

Joan giggled and sucked at the juices clinging

to the fingers she'd just taken from her
lover's cunt.

"He's every bit as kinky as we are as well

Suzy, watch this"

Stepping out of her pee soaked panties, she

wiped them over her own face before
handing them to her son,

"Show Suzy how good you look in my

knickers darling"
Tim laughed at her audacity but stepped into
the sodden garment and pulled it up as best
he could around his flaccid cock,

"Feels nice mum" he laughed, "But come on

and get these steaks before we all get
distracted again!

For the next hour or so, the three of them

sat eating and drinking whilst Joan told her
horny young lover all about her son and the
plans they had for the future.

"But what if any of this came out Joan, you'd

both end up in gaol wouldn't you? I mean
you've told me fair enough and I'm glad you
have"

She shuffled on the seat and giggled,

"Oh boy, am I ever glad you told me? But
you're in the public eye Joan, the self made
millionaire boss of a chain of shops, it's going
to be hard to keep this a secret you know"

"I've already thought of that one" Joan

laughed, "And I've come up with the ideal
solution"

"Which is?"

Looking across to where her son sat with his

semi-erect penis jutting obscenely out over
the top of her little pink panties, she blew
him a kiss and then sank to her knees in
front of her lover.

Using her hands to part Suzy's legs, she

kissed the soft yielding flesh of her inner
thighs and pulled her sexy little panties to
one side exposing her hairless slit,

"The solution's simple darling" she lifted both

of Suzy's legs onto her own shoulders and
breathed in the sweet, heady aroma of her
cunt,

"Marry my son"

Strange Relations

Chapter 1

Kathleen Saunders smiled to herself as she saw her

son's car pulling into the driveway, wet with
anticipation and longing she watched him getting
out and bending for his bag in the back seat.

Apart from a change of clothes, she knew there'd

be a few things in there for her, things that they'd
both enjoy and no longer would they have to
pretend in front of her husband!

She was wearing all his favourite things under the

black suit, black seamed stockings fastened to the
straps of a tight black corset, her breasts bulged
out almost over the top of the lacy cups, allowing
her nipples to peek cheekily out to be caressed by
the soft black nylon of her blouse.

A tiny black g-string completed the ensemble, but

that was still on the table waiting for him to hold
whilst she stepped into it.

Of all the perversions she shared with her son (and

there were many) Kathleen Saunders had always
loved allowing him to help her on with her
panties, it had started years ago when he was
very young, she'd been sitting at her dresser
combing her long dark hair, wearing only a short
robe.
Mark had walked in and sat on her bed watching
and chatting and Kathleen had though nothing of
it when she'd stood up to reach for her bra and
panties.

"These are nice mummy" he said and she realised

that he was holding her little white panties,

"Yes they are darling, aren't they? I like wearing

nice things, they make me feel nice"

Shrugging off her robe she stood naked for a

moment before putting on her bra and then she
did something that changed both their lives
forever!

Instead of taking the panties from him, she smiled

and asked if he'd like to help her put them on,
he'd nodded eagerly and dropped to his knees
clutching the tiny garment.

She'd stood there hardly believing what was

happening, his face was only inches away from her
slit, her wet slit, the little pink lipped slit that was
sending all the wrong signals to her brain.

By the time he'd pulled the panties up over her

hips, she was fighting back against an impending
orgasm, it was all she could do to stifle her moans
of desire, of longing. He'd gone back to his own
room then and she'd known he was masturbating,
as she was too, fingers deep inside her cunt, her
thoughts on him and the forbidden pleasure he'd
given to her.

It happened again a few days later and then it

became a regular occurrence, every morning after
his father left for work, he'd run into his mother's
bedroom where she'd be waiting with a different
pair of panties laid out in readiness on the bed.

He was the first thought in her head on awaking

every morning, she could think of nothing else but
her son's eyes on her cunt as he pulled her panties
up and made sure they fitted snugly around her
mound, it became an obsession and she would
often masturbate with her thoughts on when they
would do it, when she would feel his lovely little
penis inside her body!

It happened sooner than she'd expected, one

morning as she was in the kitchen making coffee,
he came up behind her and slipped his little arms
around her waist,

"You won't shout at me when you turn round will

you mummy?"

Kathleen like his arms round her, she was naked

as usual beneath the short robe and she liked the
feel of her bottom pressing back against his chest,
but this was something new.

"No darling, of course I won't"

"Promise?"

"I promise"
He stepped back then to allow his mother to turn
round and Kathleen thought it was the most
beautiful thing she'd ever seen!

"Ooh Mark" she said softly, "That's lovely darling,

absolutely lovely"

He stood there self consciously, in just a pair of

her baby blue panties and his penis was stiff, very
stiff,

"I feel a bit silly mummy" he said as she stared at

him, but she shook her head and dropped to her
knees in front of him,

"No darling" her voice was barely a whisper, "No

you don't look silly at all baby, you look gorgeous"

With hands that trembled, she reached out

tentatively and touched her fingers to the front of
the panties where his penis was clearly visible
through the thin nylon,
"Beautiful" she whispered as she slowly traced the
shape of it from his scrotum right up to where the
dome was showing just above the waistband,
"Absolutely beautiful, turn round for me darling"

Obediently Mark turned round and posed as he

heard his mother's gasp, then he felt her lips on
his back and a hand slipped inside the front of his
panties.

"Mum" he cried and came in her hand, Kathleen

held him though, her hand gently working the last
of his seed from his penis as she moved her head
up and kissed his neck.

"I'm sorry mummy" he said and began to sob, but

his mother soothed him lovingly,

"Oh baby don't cry, you've nothing to be sorry for,

that was beautiful darling and perfectly normal
for a little boy"
He turned to face her again and reluctantly
Kathleen let go of his penis,

"But it's all sticky and horrible mummy"

"It's not horrible at all darling, mummy loves it,

look"

And she held her cum covered hand up for him to

see as she licked it clean!

It happened again the very next morning, this

time instigated by the horny young mum, she
made sure that as soon as her husband left for
work, she was sitting at her dresser, this time
though she was naked with stockings, panties, a
sexy little suspender belt and a matching bra all
laid out on the bed.

When Mark awoke he found a pair of his

mummy's panties on the pillow beside him, he
grinned happily and slipped them on, his penis
growing hard as he felt the damp, fragrant nylon
cupping his balls.

By the time he reached his mummy's room he was

fully erect, but still nervous about what she would
do! He needn't have worried because Kathleen
smiled when she saw him in the mirror,

"Hi darling" she greeted him warmly trying hard

to keep the excitement out of her voice,

"Hi mummy, I put your knickers on again, is it all

right?"

"It's more than all right sweetheart" she said with

feeling, "It's beautiful, would you like to help
mummy get dressed?"

"Ooh yes please mummy"

"It must be our secret though darling, you mustn't

tell anyone, anyone at all"

"I promise mummy, honestly I won't tell anyone"

She hugged him to her breasts and ran her hands
down onto his nylon clad bottom,

"You've got a lovely little bottom darling" she said

softly, "I used to hold you like this when I fed you
with my milk"

"I wish you'd got milk now mummy"

"We can pretend though" Kathleen's heart leapt at

the thought of it, her nipples hardened instantly
and she felt the growing wetness between her legs.

Mark needed no second bidding, scampering up

onto his mummy's lap he eagerly fastened his lips
onto the nipple she offered to him.

"Oh yes darling" she cooed as she caressed his firm

little buttocks, "That's nice, that's very, very nice!"

"Mmm" he agreed and put a hand on her free

nipple whilst looking up at her questioningly.
"That's nice too darling" she said softly, "You can
play with mummy as much as you want"

"Aren't you going to get dressed though mummy?"

A thrill ran through her at his words, although

she'd been enjoying his suckling, it would be much
better if she was dressed for... , well dressed for
sex!

"Oh yes darling, aren't I silly, shall we start with

my stockings?"

She stood up and used one hand on his curly

blonde mop to steady herself as she lifted up a
foot for him, she saw where his eyes were focused
and she smiled,

"Do you like looking at mummy darling?"

He nodded shyly and rolled the stocking up over

her thigh,
"Yes, you're very pretty mummy, but I thought
older people had hair, you know, there!"

"Where?" she said feigning innocence,

"You know mummy" he laughed, "But it's naughty

to say it"

"Well we're being naughty anyway aren't we and

as long as it's our secret sweetheart, you can say
it?"

"The boys at school call it a cunt" he said softly

and looked up at her,

"Well then darling, you can call it a cunt too"

bending forwards slightly, she put her lips to his
ear, "You can touch it too if you want"

Mark hesitated, still unsure but his mother's words

in his ear encouraged him,

"Go on darling, touch it, touch mummy's cunt"

Slowly her reached a hand out and lightly touched
her freshly shaven mons and looked up as
Kathleen made a noise in her throat, but she
smiled at him and took hold of his hand,

"You can put a finger in if you like darling" she

whispered, "Mummy likes that"

Together they inserted a finger and Kathleen saw

with a shock that his penis was sticking right up
out of his panties,

"Oh darling you're all stiff, why don't you take my

knickers off?"

"I like wearing them mummy"

"All right" she said happily" and helped him push

his finger further into the wetness between her
legs!

"You like being kissed there don't you mummy?"

"Ooh yes darling, but how do you know that?"

He looked up at her and grinned, growing in
confidence,

"I saw Celia kissing you there last week when

daddy was away"

"You naughty boy" she giggled and writhed her

hips sensuously on his tiny finger, "What else did
you see?"

"You did it to her too mummy and you put your

hand in her, er, her."

He grinned up at his mum, "Her cunt"

Kathleen was on the brink of orgasm as she heard

herself saying,

"You can put your hand in mummy's cunt if you

like darling"

"Do you like that mummy?" but even as he asked

the question he rammed his whole hand upwards,
Kathleen jumped and climaxed immediately, the
shock of his action was such that she lost control
of her bladder!

Mark was looking up at her, a smile on his face as

she shook with pleasure and her hot, golden urine
ran down his arm to drip to the floor below!

Shaken by the experience, Kathleen ended the

session as kindly as she could, placating her son by
allowing him to keep her panties on, but for the
rest of the day she was unable to get him out of
her mind.

Over the dinner table whilst eating with him and

her husband, she kept catching Mark's eye and
several times a secret smile passed between them,
she and her husband made love that night, but in
her mind's eye it was her son on top of her and
she knew with certainty that it wasn't so much a
case of if it would happen, but when!
Quickly, she got into the habit of dropping her
worn panties on Mark's pillow in the mornings
while he slept and every morning she would allow
him to hold her panties for her while she stepped
into them.

One day whilst he was at school, Kathleen was in

bed with her friend Celia, they'd just made love
and Kathleen was tingling pleasantly from her
orgasm.

"Mark will be home soon" she said as she idly

traced a finger down into her friend's cleft,

"Mmm, I'd better get dressed then before he

comes"

She made as if to get out of bed, but Kathleen

stopped her with a kiss,

"He knows about us, so you can stay if you like"

"He what?"
Kathleen told her what she'd learned from him
and although she said nothing, the horny young
mum knew Celia was getting aroused from the
wetness around her fingers.

"Eat me again Katie" she said softly and in

between gently licking Celia's soaking wet pussy
Kathleen told her how he like to help her with her
panties and always wore her old ones while at
home!

She told her how he'd cum over her hand and how
he'd put his whole hand inside her, just a few
nights previously.

"Oh God Katie, I'd love to see that" she moaned,

"Let him fuck you darling, let him fuck you while I
watch"

Celia was squirming under Kathleen's tongue,

thrusting her hips up to meet the probing of her
lover, each forward push of her tongue was
rewarded with a squeal and a few drops of Celia's
warm, tangy urine, both of the women heard the
back door open, they looked at each other as they
heard footsteps on the stairs, Kathleen drew her
knees beneath her leaving her naked bottom in the
air and Celia opened her legs even wider.

"I'm coming Katie" she screamed, "Oh God yes, I'm

fucking coming"

As she writhed and squirmed in ecstasy her eyes

were wide open and staring into those of Mark
standing beside the bed!

Chapter 2

"You look lovely in my panties Mark" Celia smiled

at him, it was later on in the afternoon and the
three of them were sitting in the garden enjoying
the afternoon sun, Kathleen and Celia were naked,
lying close to each other, hands entwined, whilst
Mark was splashing around in the pool wearing
just Celia's light blue panties.

The panties had become see through while Mark

was in the water and his lovely little cock was
clearly visible through the skimpy material, he
smiled back at her and climbed out of the pool,

"I think I'll take them off now so I can be naked

like you two"

"Shall I do it darling?" Kathleen sat up and Celia

smiled in anticipation as the youngster stood
eagerly in front of his mother.

Slowly Kathleen pulled the sodden garment down

and her friend gasped almost inaudibly as his
penis sprang upright,

"Ooh what a lovely big cock you've got Mark" she

laughed, "I wish I had a little boy like you"
"Why?" he asked cheekily and both women laughed
at his obvious ploy,

Celia parted her legs and he saw the wetness

there,

"Because I could play with his cock all the time like
your mummy does"

A big smile spread over his face, even at his age,

he knew what was happening and he answered
accordingly,

"But mummy doesn't play with my cock"

"I bet she wants to though don't you Katie?"

Kathleen ignored the question, but said quietly to

her son,

"You mustn't tell anyone darling, anyone at all"

Mark could hardly wait as he felt his mother's

hand encircling his penis,
"Honestly mummy, I won't tell anyone"

But even before the words had left his lips, he

gasped in disbelief, his cock felt as if it was being
drawn into a warm, wet glove, he ejaculated
immediately, spurt after spurt of his creamy boy
cum shot into his mother's mouth and to his right
he saw Celia jamming several fingers into her cunt.

That afternoon he discovered sex, all his birthdays

came at once, he made love to the woman he
idolised in front of her lesbian lover, he fucked her
lover too in an orgy of adolescent lust, he tasted
the beautiful tangy wetness between his mother's
legs and he tasted her urine on Celia's lips as he
kissed her just before they fell asleep in a tangle of
limbs on his mother's bed!

All that had been ten years ago, ten long, tortuous
years, ten years when the lovers had been forced
to hide their forbidden longings from the world.
Kathleen still left her worn panties on his pillow
when she got up for her husband in the mornings,
even when he left school and went to work in his
father's company, he wore his mother's panties
under his trousers.

He thought of nothing else but the time when they

would be together, when they would share their
lust with Celia and all the other women out there
with her particular leanings!

Sometimes when his father had to go away to

foreign climes, they would invite Celia over and
slate their perverted lust together or go to a little
flat Mark kept just for that purpose.

Kathleen encouraged him to have girlfriends in

spite of her feelings, but in Mark's eyes none of
them even came close to his mother in looks,
sexuality or sheer perversions!
For his twentieth birthday the horny young mum
hired identical twins who began the session in his
flat by undressing each other whilst kissing and
fondling their sibling's gorgeous young body,
Kathleen sat sprawled in a chair fingering her wet
slit through her panties and watched as he
removed each pair of panties and wiped them
over his face, he took each teenager anally while
the girl ate her twin and even after they'd left
clutching a rather large envelope stuffed with
money, he'd still been rampant.

He'd insisted that she left her panties on whilst he

fucked her anally too and they'd fallen asleep in
each other's arms on the floor, their lust only
temporarily sated!

Around the house when her husband was at home,

she would be naked beneath her dress or skirt and
at every opportunity Mark would slide his hand up
over her thighs, beneath her skirt and finger her
cunt.

Then the fateful day when Mark's father left early

in the morning for a flight to New York, she'd
tiptoed into his bedroom as usual, instead of
dropping her panties on his pillow, she'd teased
him by lowering her pussy onto his mouth, just a
few drops of her sweet urine had been enough to
wake him with a smile, but by then all he saw was
her sexy little bottom sashaying out of his door!

She was naked under her robe and teased her son
mercilessly by bending over behind her husband
displaying her little rosebud.

"What do you want on your toast darling"? she

asked as she drew a clean butter knife out from
the drawer,

"Just butter please mum" he said and watched

amazed as she inserted the knife into her
glistening wet pussy, smiling at him she then used
it to spread the butter on his toast,

"There's plenty more where that came from" she

said as she put the plate down in front of him and
sat down to eat her own toast!

He was behind his mother, out of sight as his

father's car drew out of the drive onto the road,
his hand was beneath her skirt, a finger probing
against the tiny puckered hole of her anus, his
fully erect penis jutted out obscenely from his
groin.

Kathleen moaned and squirmed back against his

finger, it slid into her bottom knuckle deep as with
a last wave, her husband was gone.

Turning back towards her son, Kathleen dropped

to her knees and took his penis into her mouth,
"Let's go to bed Mark" she hissed in between
taking great long licks of the turgid prick in her
hands,

"I want to be dirty, very fucking dirty"

Mark was bent over the table, his mother's long,

wet tongue probing his anus when the door
opened and his father said,

"I forgot my... !"

His mouth opened, his eyes bulged an expression of

utter disgust spread over his face,

"No" he shook his head, "No, this can't be

happening"

He stepped back and then it was as if his legs had

given way, he slumped down to the floor, seeming
to sit there staring at them for a moment before
falling backwards.
"I'm sorry Kathleen" the doctor closed his bag and
looked at Kathleen, "But it was obviously quick, a
massive heart attack, he wouldn't have felt a
thing"

He had to be taken for a post mortem of course

and hanging on to her son's arm, Kathleen wiped
away her tears as they watched the ambulance
pulling away,

"I think you should take me to bed darling and

comfort me" she said softly and they turned
towards the stairs.

A steady stream of visitors called throughout the

rest of the day and the following three days, each
one was greeted cordially by Mark and was shown
into the lounge where his mother sat grieving with
Celia who was introduced as an old family friend.

Mark served endless cups of tea his face blank, but

his mind fixed firmly on the shaven treasure
awaiting him between his mother's legs and the
delicious perversions they'd be exploring later on,
Celia stayed at Kathleen's request and each night
as they closed the door on the last of that days
visitors Mark performed the daily ritual of
removing their panties.

Knowing his likes and dislikes not to mention their

own, they always kept their stockings on for him,
even in bed and Mark loved nothing better than
finding them in stockings and high heels when he
went downstairs in the morning.

Celia went home the evening before the funeral

laughing that Mark was wearing her out,

"But I'll be round early in the morning" she

promised, kissing Kathleen on the lips "And don't
wear your mum's pussy out" she said to Mark with
a grin.
They sat in the garden enjoying the early evening
warmth, Kathleen wore a denim mini skirt, a
white tee-shirt and flip-flop sandals, minuscule
white panties completed her ensemble while Mark
wore tight, white cycle shorts at his mother's
behest and a white tee-shirt,

"Those shorts show absolutely everything" she said

with a giggle, "They get an old woman all wet and
horny"

"Show me mum" he laughed and rolled his eyes as

she lifted her skirt up to display the obvious damp
spot on the front of her panties.

"Take them off darling" she said softly, "And let's

walk down to the river"

Easing her bottom up off the seat, she thought

how erotic the scenario must have looked, a tall
young man on his knees in front of his mother,
sliding tiny white panties down over her thighs.
Mark inhaled the aroma of her cunt and felt his
penis growing as he looked at her glistening slit,

"You've got a beautiful little pussy mum" he said

and bent his head to place a gentle kiss on her
mons before helping her to her feet and holding
the panties to his nose.

Hand in hand they strolled down through the

long, rolling gardens, Kathleen enjoying the warm
evening breeze on her sex and her tee shirt
caressing her nipples as her breasts swayed
beneath it.

"I wish Celia was a bit younger darling" she said

suddenly and Mark looked at her curiously,

"Why mum?"

"So you could marry her and that way we could

all stay together"
"Well why can't we stay together anyway, with or
without Celia?"

"Oh darling" she sighed, "Look at us, what we're

doing is illegal in every civilised society and
anyway, I'm fourteen years older than you"

"Fourteen, I thought you had me when you were

sixteen?"

"No darling" she shook her head, "Your dad got me

pregnant when I was just thirteen and I was
fourteen when you were born, it was his idea to lie
about it"

"That's even better then isn't it?"

"Why is it?"

" The age difference mum, fourteen years isn't

that much of a gap"

Kathleen looked up at him and squeezed his hand,

at just an inch over five feet, she was more than a
foot shorter than him and she mused that the
height gap coupled with her girlish looks certainly
helped bridge the age gap somewhat even if it was
only an illusion.

"I'd marry you if I could mum" he said looking

down at her, "Just so I could wake up every
morning next to you"

"Oh darling" she sighed and slipped an arm

around his waist "You always say the right thing"

"Did you ever love him mum?"

Kathleen looked at him sharply, the question had

taken her by surprise,

"I don't know really, why?"

"Well you had other lovers apart from Celia, didn't

you?"

"One or two" she agreed and wondered where this

was leading to,
"I used to watch you know"

She giggled and the sound of it sent a shiver down

his spine, he'd always loved the sound of her
laughter,

"Pervert"

"I suppose so" he laughed too, "I remember

watching you and uncle John once"

"Oh" she said simply, John was her younger

brother and it had happened the night he came
home on leave after the first gulf war, they'd sat
drinking in the lounge while John told her of his
adventures, there had been no deliberate
seduction, no subtle nuances or innuendos, they
were talking one minute and then kissing the
next, she'd taken his hand and led him up to her
bedroom. They didn't even undress properly, he'd
fucked her with his trousers round his ankles,
moving her panties aside while she clung to him
sobbing and cumming at the same time.

"You must think I'm a proper slut" her voice was

barely a whisper,

"Mum I think it's great, I think you're the sexiest

woman in the world and I must be the luckiest lad
in the world"

"Lucky, why lucky?"

"Well can you remember when you used to fetch

me from school, all the other mums there in their
old clothes?"

"Yes"

"And my sexy young mum arrived looking

stunning in a short skirt, long suntanned legs,
lovely big breasts and the face of an angel"

She giggled again,

"Remember that time when I had no panties on
and I dribbled on your hand?"

"I'll never forget it mum, that was the second time

I came in your mouth"

They were walking slowly back towards the house

now and Kathleen shuddered at the memories,

"I had my finger in your bum"

"Mmm nice" he said, " I remember that even now"

They walked on for a bit and then he said,

"I want to watch you again mum, with John"

She'd been half expecting it,

"You know he's coming to the funeral I take it? In

fact he's coming here later on tonight and staying
over"

"Yup" he laughed, "And I've got to go over to the

flat tonight to pick up my suit"
"Are you coming back tonight or in the morning?"

She felt a tingle of excitement at the thought of

being alone with her brother for the night,

"Well I thought that if I set the cameras up I'd

stay with Celia"

She giggled and turned to face him, wrapping

both arms around his neck she kissed him deeply,

"Make sure you put the tapes in then" she said

softly, "We don't want to miss anything do we?"

Chapter 3

Mark set the camera up and drove over to his flat

where he phoned Celia and asked her to come
over, he told her what they'd planned and she
giggled,

"Ooh the dirty little bitch, I've gone all wet and
gooey"
"Stay wet Celia" he said as he stroked his erection,
"I love eating you when you're really wet"

It took her less than an hour to get to him, he

could tell by her face that she was aroused and by
how she was dressed, he was already naked as he
watched her getting out of the car and saw her
mini skirt riding up over the top of her stockings,
a view of light blue panties stretched over her cunt
got his interest too as did the rather obvious bra-
less breasts bouncing beneath her sheer white
blouse, Celia was as horny as Mark was!

She laughed as he pinned her against the door and

kissed her hungrily,

"Eat me first lover" she hissed into his mouth as

pushed him down to his knees, "I'm leaking
already"

She was more than leaking, the thin material of

her panties was getting darker by the minute as
she dribbled, but as Mark sucked at the lace and
eased a finger gently into her rectum, she relaxed
her bladder muscles and sighed with pleasure.

"Ooh yes Mark" she cooed, "Oh fucking hell yes

baby, drink it from me, drink all my lovely hot
piss"

Mark didn't just drink it, he wallowed in it

allowing the hot, tangy liquid to splash all over his
face and chest, as the flow subsided he took the
last few drops into his mouth and held them there
as he stood up and kissed the horny woman,

Celia squealed with delight and drank her own piss

from Mark's mouth, the youth was turning out to
be as perverted as his mother and the thought of
what lay ahead of them both that night brought
on the first of what was going to be many
orgasms that night.
Back at Kathleen's house, she checked her
appearance in the mirror and smiled at herself,
she wore a low cut blouse emphasising her breasts
but not obviously, her skirt was a decent length,
but beneath it she wore stockings and the tiniest
panties she owned.

The doorbell rang and she was half way down

stairs when it opened and her brother stood there,
a big smile on his handsome face,

"How's my favourite little sister?"

"She's fine John" she laughed, "Fine and horny"

and ran into his arms, "Very fucking horny"

They kissed hungrily, Katie squirming against his

groin as he ran his hands down over her back onto
her bottom, he felt the tiny vee at the back where
her panties went in between her buttocks and
groaned into her mouth,

"Oh fuck Katie, you're so fucking shaggable"

Katie ground herself into the enormous bulge of his
prick and sucked the saliva from his tongue,

"Shag me then" she hissed, "Shag me fucking

senseless"

Her fingers scrabbled at his belt buckle and the zip

on his jeans,

"I want that cock" she breathed into his mouth,

"Give me that fucking big cock"

His penis sprang free and she took it into her

mouth sucking eagerly at it as she reached
between her own legs, her panties were sopping
wet from her excitement, pushing two fingers
inside herself, she stirred the liquid pleasure
around and covered her digits.

"Christ Katie" he gasped, "It's been too long, I'm

going to cum"
With her free hand, she rubbed his scrotum and
squeezed his heavy balls gently, looking up into his
eyes, she sucked harder and his cock jerked, her
mouth was flooded with the oily, white cum, great
blobs of it shooting into her throat, she swallowed
as fast as she was able, but even then some of the
sticky white spunk dribbled from the corner of her
mouth.

She felt her own orgasm tearing through her and

opened her mouth to squeal out her pleasure, John
took the opportunity to squat before her and kiss
her as he joined the hand beneath her skirt, Katie
was jerking and cumming, sharing his cream with
him in a perverted kiss, entwining his fingers in
those of his sister, he felt his cock twitching as her
hot urine gushed out through her panties
drenching their hands.

They dried their hands off by licking each other's

before collapsing together on the floor in another
opened mouth kiss, Katie gripped his hardening
cock and dribbled a long string of saliva into her
brother's mouth,

"Let's go up into the bedroom" she said softly,

"This widow's going to describe in vivid detail what
she wants doing to her body later on"

When John walked out into the bedroom, he

found her sitting on the bed wearing just her
stockings and yet another very small g-string, her
breasts were bare and the nipples hard, walking
up behind her, he placed their drinks on the table
and reached round to cup her orbs.

"These are bloody gorgeous" he said softly as he

rolled each nipple between his fingers,

"Are you still horny?"

"Very"
Stepping round in front of her, he sank to his
knees and Kathleen gasped as he kissed the tiny
triangle of lace almost hidden in between the folds
of her pussy,

"I love these little knickers you always wear" he

whispered and swiped his tongue up the whole
length of her slit,

"So do I" she smiled, "Let me show you something I

love doing"

Sitting back on his haunches, John watched

enthralled as she lifted her bottom off the seat
and pulled the sodden scrap of material from her
slit, easing the g-string right off, she held it to his
face and he gripped his hardening cock as he
inhaled the aroma.

"Beautiful" he moaned,
Her cunt was leaking now, little droplets of
moisture trickled out and ran down between her
legs to her tiny little rosebud.

"Remember when we were kids?"

He nodded and she wiped the garment around her

mouth,

"You always tried to watch me having a pee"

His cock seemed to grow in his hand as she held

the g-string over her pee hole, warm yellow piss
soaked into it and John could hardly believe his
sister's perversity as she held it up to her mouth
and sucked her own urine from it,

"Yummy" she laughed and licked her lips,

"Want some?"

"Oh fuck Katie"

Reaching out to him, she pulled his head to her
cunt and held him there,

"Ooh yes" she groaned, "I fucking love doing this"

The urine hissed out into his mouth, he swallowed

quickly and cupped her buttocks as he drank his
fill, she was still gushing as he pulled away and
grabbed her, they passed the tangy liquid from
mouth to mouth and Katie guided his penis into
her anus.

"Keep doing it Katie" he gasped and lunged into

her bottom.

Twice more they made love that night before

showering together and enjoying a lovely, slow
sixty nine in bed, it was just as they were starting
to drift off to sleep that Katie sat up and said,

"I need to tell you something John"

"Oh no" he cried, "You're not shagging the pope?"

"Idiot" she laughed and as they lay together in
each other's arms, she told him everything, her
and her son, her and Celia, she missed nothing
out!

"Why Kathleen?" he asked and pulled her into his

embrace,

"Why was I having sex with them do you mean?"

"No, I mean why are you telling me?"

She was silent for a moment, toying with the

hairs on his chest,

"Answer me a question John"

"Go for it"

"Why have you never bothered with a girlfriend?"

"Oh that's easy" he laughed, "I'm carrying a torch

for someone who doesn't even know it"

"Oh, haven't you told her?"

"I can't tell her"

"Why not?"

He ran a hand down over her back and rested it

on her bottom"

"Because it's illegal, now answer my question

please"

"Because I'm in love with you, you fool"

She found his penis again,

"Oh John, what are we going to do?"

"We're going to sleep and we'll sit down together

tomorrow, the four of us and talk about it after
the funeral"

She sat up and straddled him sliding down to take

his penis inside herself,

"Make love to me first"

Mark and Celia arrived the following morning
dressed suitably in black and all over each other,
they didn't seem to care that John wasn't
supposed to know anything about the relationship
between the three of them.

"Well how did it go?" Celia asked in a moment

they had to themselves,

"Wonderful Celia" Kathleen said dreamily, "God it

was wonderful, what about you?"

"He wore me out" she giggled, "All night long we

fucked, every position and in every hole, he even
ate me out about half an hour ago as he was
helping me into my panties"

In spite of herself, Kathleen felt a thrill running

through her down to her groin as she imagined
her lover with her long, stocking clad thighs
wrapped around her son's neck.
Celia looked into Katie's eyes and leaned forward
to slide a hand up between her thighs,

"You're in love with him aren't you?"

"Yes" she sighed and kissed Celia on the lips, "Yes I

think I am darling, but I could never manage
without this" and her tongue snaked into her
lover's mouth.

"You don't have to Katie" said a voice behind her

and she turned to see John and Mark standing in
the doorway, a smile on both their faces,

"No you don't mum" added Mark, "What's wrong

with the four of us living together, you and John
and me and Celia?"

Katie saw the love in her son's eyes as she felt

Celia easing the panties down over her hips and
thighs, then her mouth was on her cunt and she
sighed happily,
"Nothing" she whispered, "Nothing at all"