Jack was mowing the lawn. Under sufferance of course, but the lawn was getting mowed. I had said he could have some pals around for a BBQ as long as he tidied the garden first.
"Can I cook?" He asked.
"I don't know Jack, can you cook? I have no evidence that says you can."
"Ha ha mother. I meant can I cook the food on the BBQ?"
"What are you planning on doing?"
"What ever we go and get from the supermarket."
"The sooner that you get the garden done, the sooner we can go and get stuff to cook."
I left him to it, he knows what a tidy garden looks like and went up and showered and dressed. I put my bikini on, and then a loose blouse over the top and a skirt. Brushed my hair back into a pony, and then made the bed.
Back down, Jack was just putting the mower and stuff away.
"I'll just get washed and dressed and we can go mum," he called.
I inspected the garden, the lawn was tidy, the edges had been done, but, the borders still had weeds. I would let him off, it looked neat on the surface. I dragged the BBQ into place, we could do with some more charcoal, so we would get some whilst we were out, just in case.
"Ready mum," Jack called.
I went in, locked the back door behind me, grabbed my keys and purse and we were off.
"We'll call for charcoal first, no point in buying all the meat if we can't cook it."
We stopped at B&Q and grabbed the biggest bag of charcoal that they had. We had everything else we needed, we were just a little low on charcoal, then we headed to Lidl.
We grabbed Corn cobs, sausages, burgers, steaks, chicken drumsticks, loads of cheap beer, buns, rolls and various BBQ sauces.
Back home Jack went to prepare the BBQ and I opened and washed all the meats. I put the chicken into the oven to part cook, just to be on the safe side, then I sliced all the buns and rolls, and put the beers into a great big trug with loads of ice. I tied the opener to the handle of the trug, and put a big cardboard box to one side for the rubbish. Smoke was rising from the BBQ, but it would still be another hour before it would be ready for cooking.
We got all the various chairs out from the garden stores and dotted them around.
"Remember Jack, no smoking, no vaping. Okay? I don't mind beer, and I am not buying anymore, so if you run out, you go to the store to buy more, but I will not have smoking or vaping."
"Cool mum. Perhaps I should ask the guys to bring some beers with them."
"Wouldn't hurt. Any girls coming?"
"A few."
"And what are they going to drink? Water?"
"Oh. Yeah, didn't think about that."
"Come on, quick, the Co-Op is nearest, we'll go and grab some wine."
We ran to the car and rushed up to the Co-op. I grabbed three bottles of chardonnay and some paper cups, and then back to the house. I added a roll of kitchen roll to the table, people could use that to hold the food.
Jack started to spread the charcoal out over the bed of the BBQ, it looked nearly ready. I set up a folding table next to the BBQ and started to bring out the food, covering it in Tea Towels to try and keep the flies at bay. I also lit a few citronella candles, although I was pretty sure that they didn't actually work.
Jack's friends soon started arriving. The weather was hot, way above twenty degrees, and so I undid my blouse, but left it on, just providing a little cover from the sun and teenage boy's eyes. There were a few girls with the boys, but the boys outnumbered them around two to one. Jack started adding the meat to the BBQ and soon there was the smell of cooking food and the sound of the sizzle. I grabbed my deckchair and sat with a beer and watched through my sunglasses.
Yes, I know I could have left them all to it, but this was my garden and I wanted to enjoy the sun. It was also quite fun watching all the behaviours. I didn't say anything, my sunglasses hid my eyes and I think after a while most of them just kind of forgot I was there. A few of them were making out, a lot of kissing and a fair bit of fondling, but nothing too overboard. I didn't notice any couples sneaking into the house, although I wasn't really looking for that, I was just watching the behaviours in the garden.
As I suspected they would, they ran out of beer and I saw Jack give one of the lads some money and then that lad went around the others gathering more money. Then he disappeared and I guessed headed to the Co-Op. He came back about 15 minutes later with a good supply of beer.
There was a lot of general banter and laughter and looking my way. After a while Jack came over my way with a fresh bottle.
"Alright mum? Another beer?"
"Yes and yes. Thank you. How is it going, you all seemed quite lively just now."
I swear Jack went bright red.
"Yes mum, er, well, they were just saying stuff."
"What stuff?"
"About you mum."
"What about me?"
"What a MILF you are mum."
That made me smile. I was old enough to be their mum and they were thinking they wanted to take me to bed.
"Jack, they wouldn't have the first clue baby. Not a clue. They would be so out of their depth it is untrue."
"Well, not everyone is inexperienced mum."
"May be not baby, and as flattered as I am that they find me interesting in that way, they really wouldn't be able to keep up."
"Mum, bloody hell. What are you saying?"
I then realised that he had probably never even thought of his mum having a sexual life. Well, I did keep things on the QT, so he would have no idea, and I certainly never had men friends here at the same time as him.
"I am saying, Jack, that your young friends would have no idea how to satisfy an older woman, like me, and that their dreams would turn into embarrassment. For them, not me, I would just end up unsatisfied."
"Shit mum."
I smiled and too a mouthful of beer. He wandered back to his friends and I could see some heated exchanges going on. Was he defending my honour I wondered? Ah well. In their dreams, his young and inexperienced friends held no attraction for me. I remembered the fumbling and failures of boys in my teenage years, and believe me, an experienced man is worth several boys.
The day wore on and the box for the beer empties filled. Eventually the food ran out and people started to wander off, many of the boys and girls taking the time to come across and thank me for allowing them to have such a good time. I smiled and thanked them for their courtesy.
Jack was obviously a little tipsy as we cleared away, closed the dampers on the BBQ and left it to run down over night. We folded the chairs and leant them against the Garden store, we could sort them out tomorrow.
In the house it seemed quiet and almost dark after the day in the bright sun with the hubbub of the garden noises.
"I'm going for a shower. I'll be back down in a bit."
"Okay mum," he certainly sounded 'a little worse for the wear'.
Upstairs in my room I stripped off my blouse, skirt and then my bikini. I had been pretty much covered from the sun, but I thought I would rub some aftersun on after my shower. Wouldn't hurt to keep my skin hydrated.
I turned the ensuite shower on and stepped under the water. I turned the temperature down from my usual, it had been hot outside and I wanted to put some cool into my skin. As I rubbed my vulva I thought I could detect a few spikes, probably need to wax again in a few days, but be okay for today. It was only when the towel snagged that I knew I had left it too long.
After I had dried myself, I started rubbing aftersun onto my skin, slowly ensuring that I covered every square inch, and even though my groin hadn't been exposed I did rather enjoy the sensation of my hands applying the aftersun to my mons, resisting the temptation to let my fingers slide down and between my lips. The thought of all those teenage boys wanting to shag me had left me a little aroused.
As I turned to go and get my robe I thought I detected a moving shadow, perhaps it was a trick of the light, perhaps it was someone spying on me. I grabbed my robe and slid into to it, doing the internal ties and then the belt, ensuring no accidental display could occur, and went downstairs.
"Drink Jack?" I asked through the lounge door.
"Please."
"I am having a martini over ice. You?"
"Same works for me. Thanks."
I grabbed two highballs, ice from the freezer, and then poured in the vermouth. I topped with some lemonade and went through, passing one to Jack and then sitting opposite him, he lounging on the sofa, me on the single armchair.
"How did you think that went then?"
"It was great.'
"Good. Did your friends get over their disappointment?"
"What disappointment?"
"That your mum was not prepared to drop her knickers for the wild orgy of their dreams."
"Mum!"
"Well, did they?"
"They had no choice did they?"
"No. And was it because of that, that you watched me in the shower and in my bedroom?"
He had the good grace not to lie and to actually blush.
"I guess."
"You have had girlfriends, what is the attraction of looking at your mum?"
"It isn't the same."
"What isn't? We all have boobs and a fanny, only I'm older and a bit more saggy."
"No, it is not the same and you are not saggy. And yes I was looking at you, mum, you may not realise it but you are really hot."
"I am very aware of how I look Jack, I am just not sure that you should be looking at me that way."
"What way?"
"Sexually."
"Why not? In some cultures it is permitted, encouraged even, and the bible is full of begetting with mums, dads, sisters, etc. It is only man made laws that make it taboo."
"Maybe, but it is those laws that we have to live by."
"Well. I make no apology for looking."
"Even if that makes me feel uncomfortable?"
"Does it?"
I couldn't answer that, not honestly. I ignored it.
"It is not right."
"You are evading the question mum."
"No I am not."
I had another drink of my Martini and looked across at jack, properly. He evidently had an erection, the front of his shorts was tented. His eyes were attempting to undress me as if to see me naked once more. I wasn't sure how I felt.
"Do you think that sexually I think of you the same as those friends of yours wanted me to think of them."
"No. I don't."
"But you wished that I did."
"Yes. I can't help it."
"So, that means it is going to be awkward in the house then?"
"No. I won't do that to you mum. But I cannot help what I am thinking."
"And I cannot help what I am not thinking."
"I understand that mum."
The next day was a little overcast, not really a day for sun bathing, but it was still warm. The BBQ was now cold and so Jack could clean that and put the ash in the bin. I put away and stacked the chairs in the garden store, had a check around the garden for misplaced bottles or plastic cups and found none. I was impressed, Jack's friends actually were a decent lot. Many had thanked me for hosting and none had hidden bottles in the shrubbery.
I sat in the conservatory suppling an Elderflower Pressé as Jack cleaned down the BBQ. I played again the conversations that we had yesterday. His friends all thought I was a MILF, an expression I actually dislike, mostly because of the F but also for how demeaning it was as a woman. They would all have loved it if I had dropped my bikini bottoms and invited them for a gang bang. In their dreams, certainly not mine, and then the revelation that Jack felt the same, that he saw me, his mother, as a sexual object.
That did surprise me as I know he has had a number of girlfriends and has had sexual relations with them. It is not as if he were 'going without,' and I were the only port in a storm.
Jack eventually finished, bagged and then binned the cold embers and ashes, smiled as he walked past and I heard him washing in the downstairs bathroom. He then went to the kitchen and I heard the tap run. He sat down opposite me and took a long drink from his glass of water.
"Good day," I said, "yesterday."
"It was, thank you again for letting it happen and for not 'getting in the way."
"I think you friends were courteous, polite, and excellent examples. I am pleased, and happy for you that your friends were like that. They all seemed to have a good time."
"Yes they did mum, yes they did."
"Even though they didn't get the orgy that they seemed to want."
"That was just talk mum."
"Tongues loosened by beer."
"I guess."
"Yours too?"
He was silent and looked at me.
"No mum, my tongue wasn't loosened by beer."
"So, what you said, you meant."
"Yes."
"Are you therefore disappointed that the sun is in today and I haven't an excuse to put on a bikini?"
"Yes. I am."
"Oh."
I sat there and supped more of my pressé. I was in a quandary, I wasn't sure what to do or say. Paul, Jack's dad, had passed a few years before, there was only Jack and I these days, and I did not have the first clue how to handle his desires.
"Go and put out two sun loungers."
I got up and went up to my bedroom. I took a sharp and deep breath and then I stripped. I looked through my drawers and found what I was looking for, my briefest, smallest bikini. It really was almost obscene. Well, let's see if he can cope with his saggy old mum displaying her wares like a tart in Amsterdam.
I went downstairs, two sun loungers were on the grass, lined up opposite to each other, one unoccupied and one facing where the sun would be if it weren't hidden by clouds.
"I have no lotion on. If the sun comes out, you will have to apply it for me."
"Okay mum."
He was wearing just a pair of swimmers. I lay on the free sun lounger, sun glasses to protect me from the invisible sun and I lay. I propped the back up so I wasn't completely flat, and facing Jack, my eyes hidden, his not.
"I think I need a Gin." I did, a good shot of lady courage.
"I'll get you one mum. Tonic?"
"Please, but not too much."
"I might join you." He said as he got up and walked past, an erection all too obvious. Oh Lord what was I doing? To be honest I didn't really know, I sort half had an idea of letting him see me in a bikini, letting it fuel his imagination and then he would toddle off, deal with it, and that would be that.
I heard him coming back, he stood next to me, his shorts jutting almost into my face, and passed me my gin. I took a sip, my, my that was strong. I said nothing other than thank you. Perhaps he was trying to get me tipsy.
"After yesterday, you can have your friends around again, but I think it is only fair that some of them host you first."
"Thank you mum." I noticed he was only sipping at his gin, I decided I really ought to do the same.
"And then you can all ogle your friends' mum."
"None of them have a patch on you mum."
"Really, I doubt that."
I lay and looked at the clouds in the sky, they did look thundery, if it did rain we would just have to dive indoors. All the garden stuff from yesterday was now away, just these two loungers and us out. It was really warm, warmer than yesterday, just little sun. It peaked through occasionally, but was mostly hidden.
I was laying with my back slightly raised and my feet at the edges of the lounger. Jack was also slightly raised, his shorts tight as he seemed to be filling them with his thoughts.
"Penny for them?" I offered.
"What?"
"What are you thinking?"
"Mum, you don't want to know."
"Oh. Aren't we passed that?"
"In no way mum. Those feelings and thoughts don't just go away."
"Oh. I thought that they would."
"Is that why you put that bikini on?"
"Well, no, I just thought a quick view would get you over it."
"Not even for a second mum."
I took a sip at my gin with its trace of tonic. "So, tell me, what are you thinking then, come on, enlighten me."
"I am looking at you. I imagining you taking your top off and holding your boobs, watching your hands move around your nipples, your nipples hardening."
Well, I suppose I asked for it, again the focus on the boobs.
"Oh. You do realise that they are not the most interesting part of a woman's body?"
"Of course, but they are the appetiser."
Fair enough I suppose, to a man; being a woman, I don't really see them that way.
"And once you have enjoyed the appetiser?"
"You lay there with your bikini top on the ground and then you undo the ties on your bottoms, folding the front flap forward, giving me a glimpse."
"And what would that be a glimpse off? What do you imagine there is to see?" I took another sip.
"I know that you shave, so there would be no hair to obscure and hide your treasure."
"And just how do you know that?"
"I have seen you in the shower and in your bedroom, remember?"
"So, you know what I look like, you could use that in your dream."
"It is different, you were not close, I could see no detail."
"And what detail do you want to see?"
Another sip, slightly larger. I could feel my arousal and I was ashamed of myself.
"I would see the bulge of your sex. The crease where it parts."
"And what do you imagine would be hidden that you could still not see?"
"I would imagine that you would lift your bottom and slide the bikini bottoms away and I would see how your crease goes down and round to your bum."
"But all would be hidden still, it is just a crease, a front bottom if you will."
Another larger sip. I could feel how wet I was, my nipples were hard in my top, he must see that.
"Oh but what a promise it contains."
"You think? Then what, I am naked but still concealed, apart from my boobs."
"And what boobs they are, nipples hard and welcoming. You would place your feet on the floor, your crease unfurling, opening and revealing the treasure."
"You have a very active imagination. What then?"
"I would come over to you and lean forward and inhale your aroma, I would see you from close up, not afar, I would take in your beauty and imprint it on my brain."
"That is it? You would look, ogle me?"
"No. I would reach out a finger and touch, running through the wetness, and then I would taste."
"With your finger?"
"No. I would use my tongue. Slip it between the lips of your sex, and then into your fanny, pressing as deep as I could, sucking your flavour, the taste that makes you you."
"Oh. Well, would that be it?"
"No mum. No. I would drop my shorts to show you my arousal. My dick hard and wanting. Laying over you I would line up and enter, my dick inside you."
He really had a lot to learn, he is still young, his imagination was all about him, his needs, his wants. There was little of what I would want. He had to learn that.
He needed a teacher.
"Well, that is very revealing. It tells me a lot about you."
"Oh, in what way, you think I am a pervert?"
"Oh no, just that you have not learned the ways of pleasing a woman, for you it is all about the shagging, getting yours. As you experience life you will learn that it is really about pleasing the woman, only then will the sex become mind blowing and not just the release that you could get with a wank."
He was quiet and took a long draught of his gin.
"Would you teach me?"
"I am your mother, that would not be appropriate"
"I need a teacher that cares about me, that will not hurt me, break my heart. Who else but you?"
"That does not make it appropriate."
At that moment the heavens opened with a flash of lightening and the biggest raindrops you ever did see. The rain was warm, but heavy in weight, I felt like I was being battered. I stood and headed to the house. I was already soaked, running wouldn't have helped and I didn't want to slip and twist an ankle or worse. Straight into the kitchen and stripped my bikini off.
"Drop your shorts here, don't drip them through the house." I said to Jack and headed off to my bedroom. As he had admitted, he had already seen me naked, and I didn't want my bikini to drip across the wooden floor in the hall way, and so being naked was no drama.
I went into my ensuite and grabbed a towel and started drying myself. My hair was dripping, I towelled it as dry as I could and then sat in front of my dresser and used my hair dryer. In my mirror I could see Jack in my doorway, watching. Naked. Erect.
"Oh, so we just gawk openly now."
"Your door was open."
"Because I was rushing as I was soaking wet."
"It was still open."
I sighed. This was not going to go away.
"Fold my quilt back. Go into my ensuite and get a large bath sheet and lay it on the bed."
I carried on drying and brushing my hair, getting as much of the wet out as I could. I was aware of Jack moving around but I kept my eyes off him. I pulled my hair up into a pony and wrapped a band around it. It was not the most comfortable when laying on a bed, but it would at least partially control my hair whilst it finished drying.
The bed was as I asked and Jack was stood to one side, his erection pointing at the ceiling.
"You do not, ever, and I mean ever, say anything about this to anyone, ever."
"No mum."
"I mean it."
I got off my stool and went over to the bed and first sat on the side, and then swung my legs up, shuffled to the middle and lay down.
"I heard what you said in the garden, and yes, you have the opportunity to do that now. But, and this is important, I want you to remember what I said. Show me that you can learn and then perhaps I will teach you."
Oh my god Lucifer Morningstar was about to take my soul.
Jack climbed on to the bed and knelt between my legs, his face so close to my fanny that I could feel his breath. I shivered in anticipation, not in cold. He leant forward and his tongue pressed between the lips of my sex, I eased my legs further apart allowing my labia to separate, a gap now where before was a crease. His breath striking my clitoris cause my breath to hold and a small gasp to escape me.
He moved his head slightly and his tongue pressed against my clitoris, my muscles tensing in my groin, my breasts feeling tighter, my toes curling. He moved his tongue, roughly, but he had the idea, he needed practise to gain the finesse that a good lover has, but at least he hadn't simply tried to shove his dick inside me.
I stared at the ceiling rose, and then closed my eyes, trying to forget who it was, and concentrate on what was being done. A finger circled my entrance and then slowly pushed through my opening and wiggled inside me, catching my G-spot, another gasp escaped.
His tongue receded and he sucked my clitoris into his mouth. Mm that was feeling good. His tongue dabbed at the end of my clitoris, every touch sent electricity through my groin, I felt my buttocks clench beneath me as his finger moved inside me. I love the feeling of someone else inside me, there is always that uncertainty of what they will do next and that adds to the tingle.
Jack relaxed his mouth and moved away from my clitoris and using his tongue he began to lap at the top end of my fanny the way a cat drinks milk, his tongue just catching my clitoris at the end of his stroke. I knew I was gasping and I was gulping in breaths but not exhaling, I felt myself getting close. My groin was like a pressure cooker waiting to release, electricity was building and then the pressure was released.
I screamed and my back arched, shards of electricity and pain shot from my groin, aiming for my nipples, my toes and my fingers. My ears tingled, my body spasmed and then relaxed and I slumped onto the bed.
Wow, not bad for a beginner. He pulled away, he didn't say anything, I hoped he knew what just happened. I took a moment and then pushed him to lay next to me and I bent over his dick. I took my first proper look. It was a reasonable length around a hand and a half, say seven inches, and my fingers would barely fit around. His shaft was filled with big bulging veins all contributing to what I expected to be a very hard dick. His balls looked weighty, you would know if they were bouncing of your derrière.
I held his dick, yes soft pliable skin over a very hard interior. I rolled his foreskin down, it popped over his rim revealing a rude red coloured head. I licked around his rim and I felt him judder. I ran my finger nail along the skin wrinkle below his hole and his whole body seemed to shake. He obviously enjoyed that. I opened my mouth and hovered over him, his dick inside my mouth but not touching.
Closing my mouth, I began to suck and then I moved slowly up and down his dick, shagging him with my mouth. He was writhing beneath me, his fingers clenching at the sheet, I moved faster. He was too big to go past my throat, but I still managed to get a deal of him inside, my mouth hot and wet on his hard pulsing dick.
"Shit mum," he gasped and he spurted, three times down my throat, emptying his balls inside me. I eased back, licking the residue from him, salty and slightly metallic in taste. I rolled away, his dick leaving my mouth with a pop. I lay beside him; his chest was heaving as he recovered his composure.
"Now. Wasn't that better than just shoving your dick inside me?"
"Fuck yes. I had no idea."
"No. You have a lot to learn."
Yesterday had been a bit daunting. I was still trying to process the events that had led me to giving my son a blow job. I sent him to his room after we had finished and I took a slow hot shower, washed my hair thoroughly, and then dried it properly, not rushing or getting side tracked. The thunder storm had lasted for around an hour, and it conjured up images in my mind of Dante's Inferno, probably instigated by my guilt at seducing my son.
Today I was hugging a cup of coffee, sat in the conservatory as the sun baked the garden dry. Yesterday's rain had been heavy, a needed fillip for the plants, but not long lived enough to get deep into the soil where it is really needed. I was wearing a bra, a blouse, knickers and a skirt. All very decent, although I had a hankering to lock the door and walk around naked. I didn't know why.
Jack was out, he had gone to friends for a gaming day, I didn't get that, it seemed such a waste. Totally unproductive waste of time in my eyes. At least we had not had penetrative sex, I took that as a small consolation. I didn't have 'girlfriends' that I could go out and lunch with to discuss our teenage sons. I had to deal with this by myself. I had enjoyed the orgasm, who doesn't like an orgasm, but it was still a forbidden act. Incest.
Could I trust him to keep quiet about it? I doubted it. Would he want more? Almost certainly. Did I want more? Ah, there was the crux. I didn't have an overwhelming urge to shag my son, in fact, I wasn't entirely sure why I had allowed yesterday to progress beyond talking. Were my actions subliminal? Did I secretly want to shag my son? I looked long and hard at my soul, trying to work out if it had been me all along.
I unbuttoned my blouse at the BBQ, leaving my bikini covered body easily visible to a hoard of late teenage boys. I knew I did that. Did that constitute a provocative action? I thought not, I had thought that leaving my blouse on, but open, constituted an appropriate mum act. Surely walking or sitting around in my Bikini would have been as if I were advertising my wares.
Going upstairs and putting on a small bikini and sitting front of my son. What did I expect would happen? I should have realised that it would almost certainly have resulted in sex, in some format. Did I expect that? Was I basically inviting him to shag me?
I could not resolve it in my mind. The sensible side of me was firmly on the 'it was not invited' footing, the inner tart was just shouting 'admit it, you want to shag him.' Did I?
I went inside, my head all over the place still. I peeled some potatoes; we would have bangers and mash for dinner. Then I went through the washing, between us, there was enough of a 'smalls' load for a wash. I took the point never to examine his underwear closely, he put it in the laundry, I washed it. I had zero interest in what happened inside his pants.
I wondered if he took an interest in my knickers. Did he 'borrow' some after they were in the wash, and if he did, what on earth would he do with them? I pulled a couple of pairs of my knickers back out of the wash and looked at them. Oh.
Where did that thought come from? Why did I look? I was in blissful ignorance before, and now I could not deny the evidence in my hands. Both pairs of my knickers were covered in what could only be dried semen. There could be no doubt that Jack was using my knickers to masturbate into. I wondered how long this had been going on. It could have been just since the BBQ or from a time before, I had no way of knowing, I had never checked, I mean, why would I?
I put one pair to my nose and sniffed. The unmistakable odour of woman, stale, me, and the smell of dried sperm filled my nostrils. Oh. I put them back into the machine. That kind of threw me. What else I wondered. How long had he been watching me? How long had he been doing whatever he did with my knickers? Did he just masturbate into them, or did he sniff them first?
My mind was agog. I wasn't sure how to handle this new information. He was nineteen, legally a man, biologically my son, he could have sex with whomever he wanted, just not legally with me.
I knew that he had sex with at least some of his girlfriends, some had stayed over, and there are some sounds that you can't hide, nor some evidence that needed to be disposed of a little better than dropping used condoms in the bin, the bin that your mum empties. I knew from yesterday that he had a reasonable knowledge, and that with some refinement, he would make a good lover.
His dick was not too big as to cause discomfort, and believe me, a very large porn star sized penis is uncomfortable if you are not used to it. He just needed to learn to slow down, be softer, be gentle and then he will be okay, but he has the impatience of youth against him.
Jack texted to say he was on his way home, so I put the potatoes on to reheat ready for mashing and the sausages back in the oven to warm. Butter and cream out of the fridge. I toyed with adding some cheese to the mash, but decided against. The potatoes were boiling, so I strained the water into a jug ready to make the gravy, and started mashing the potatoes, adding plenty of butter and some cream. You have to be careful not to overwork the potato or it goes gloopy.
Satisfied with the mash, I lidded it and put it to one side and made the gravy with the saved starchy potato water. I heard the front door slam and jack was home.
"How was your day?"
"Not so good, I got eliminated before the Battle Royal."
"Oh, that's a shame," I said having no idea of what the consequences of that actually were. "Hopefully bangers and mash will help cheer you up."
"Mm, yes mum, thanks, I'll just go wash up."
I put a mini mountain of mash on our plates and stuck three sausages in each and added a small lake of gravy. I have to say it looked so inviting. There was no talking during tea, just the sound of us enjoying our food, simple food, but my Lord it tasted so good.
"After I have loaded the dishwasher I am going to settle on the sofa, will you do me a G & T, but not as strong as the other day?"
"Okay mum."
I stacked the dishes in the dishwasher and set it to run overnight on the cheap electric and went through to the lounge.
"Here you are mum," Jack said passing me a G&T.
"Thank you." I sank into the sofa and took a sip. It was good. "This good, thank you."
"No worries."
"So, really, how was your day?"
"Unbelievable actually."
"Well, I am the one that has to judge if it is believable or not."
"Okay, here goes. As usual this morning on my way to Tony's, for the games, you know, I called in at Steve's as I often do."
"Okay, fine, all believable so far."
"Oh, you wait. Anyway, I always go in the back way, you know, just go round the side and through the back door. There was no one around but I could hear some noises. I went into the hall and I realised that Steve was watching porn, so I went upstairs to get him."
"Okay, you didn't catch him masturbating, did you? I could believe that."
"Oh no mum, better than that. The sounds were coming from his folk's bedroom. I couldn't help myself; I looked through the door."
"His mum and dad?"
"Oh no. Steve and his mum. They were shagging on her bed. She was on her back and Steve was between her legs, going at it like there was no tomorrow. Steve's mum saw me, smiled and put her legs around Steve's back and kind of urged him on. I backed away, and left and went to Tony's on my own."
"Oh. Okay. I see why you think that is unbelievable. I don't know what to say."
"So that is why I didn't get as far as the Battle Royal, my mind was preoccupied with what I had seen earlier. Steve arrived about twenty minutes after me."
"Did you say anything to him?"
"No, what could I say?"
I refreshed our drinks. So, Steve and his mum were doing the thing. Is it more common than I thought, or did Jack make it up to make me think it was common? I quickly dismissed that idea; Jack is not a liar. If he said that he saw them having sex, then, he saw them having sex."
"Believe mum, that is not then end of it."
"Okay, tell me more."
"Just after I got eliminated, I got a text from Steve's mum asking me to call in when I could."
"Oh?"
"Yes, exactly. Well, I wasn't going to sit and watch the guys after I had lost so early, and Steve was way ahead, he was going to be there all day, so I left. I called into Steve's on the way home, only this time June, Steve's mum, was in the kitchen as I walked round. I said good morning."
"'Morning Jack,' she said, 'quite a morning.'"
"'Yes June.' I answered."
"'I saw you watching. Are you going to tell people?' she asked me, 'or do I need to persuade you to keep quiet, and I wonder how I might do that.' She looked me in the eyes as she spoke, she was wearing a dressing gown and her hands were fiddling at the belt."
"So, what did you say? Were you a decent and honest boy, or did you see an opportunity to take advantage of?"
"No, I didn't, because if I said anything it would hurt Steve and he is a good friend, and so, for me, I was not going to say anything anyway."
"'What are you suggesting June?' I asked her, 'Steve is my mate, why would I want to get him in trouble?' She undid her robe and let it fall open. She was naked underneath, I couldn't see her boobs, but her fanny was there, she has hair above her slit."
Such nice turns of phrase my son. "So you could see her crease, what did you think?"
"Well I got hard mum. 'Do you like what you see Jack?' She asked, 'would you like a closer look whilst we discuss this morning?' I just nodded mum."
"She told me to follow her and we went up to her bedroom. She pulled the quilt off the bed and took her robe off, she was naked mum. Her boobs are smaller than yours, and her mound a little bigger. She has a scar on her lower stomach just above her slit. 'Get your clothes off then,' she said."
"Must have thought it was your lucky day." I said as I got up and refreshed our drinks.
"Mum, I wasn't thinking, I was just looking. She lay on the bed, her legs slightly apart, her sex mostly hidden from me. I could see that, unlike you, the inside bits poked out of her slit, yours are hidden away. I stripped, my dick by now very hard. I remembered what you had said to me so I didn't just try and shag her. I eased her legs apart and knelt between them, leant down and smelled her fanny, looking at the details, seeing how different from you she was."
"I have to say I am not entirely sure I like my 'bits' compared to those of another woman."
"Sorry. Anyway, she smelled nice, and I used my fingers and teased her apart and revealed her inside. It was more red than pink and it glistened but her bits that stick outside, the ones not like yours, were sort of grey. It was weird."
"We are all different Jack. Those 'bits' as you refer to them are the labia minora also known as lips. Every woman has them, and we are all different."
"Well yes, anyway, her lips, I ran my tongue over them and she shuddered. 'Oh good boy,' she said, 'if I let you carry on, then we don't need to talk about this morning now, do we?' I just ignored her and started licking her button, she rather liked that, she was doing the gulping in air but not breathing it out. I slid my finger down her inside and ran it around her fanny hole and then back underneath. I don't know why but I pressed my finger at her bum."
"Oh, did you now, and how did that go down?" I was up refreshing our drinks again; we were hammering the gin between us.
"She said 'ooh you naughty boy, you know how to get a woman going,' and so I pressed a little harder and it popped inside, I wiggled my finger in time with me licking her button, that really seemed to go down well. She started grunting and sort of humping her hips. I sucked her button hard and as I did I managed to push two fingers inside her fanny as well. I could feel the fingers in her fanny with the finger in her bum. I started to move them all in and out, sort of finger shagging her in her bum and her fanny at the same time."
My mid was frankly agog. I took a huge gulp of the gin.
"As I was moving my fingers, she, you know, came, she raised up and her fanny clamped hard on my fingers and her bum too, all squeezing hard and she let out a long sort of gurgle. 'Oh fuck Jack' she said, 'get your dick in me now.'"
"I guess that you didn't refuse?" I don't know if it was the gin or not, but I was feeling really aroused. I knew that I was going to be as wet as Niagara down there, and I could almost feel the inside of my fanny calling for relief.
"No mum. I eased my fingers out and moved up to lay above her. I reached down and lined my dick up with her fanny and pushed. She was so wet I went all the way in. She was not as tight as my girlfriends have been but I think it was the wetness, my foreskin hardly moved, I was just completely inside her."
"Well, she has probably had a lot more sex than your girlfriends and our muscles do relax over time." I drained my glass, time for another refill.
"Yes, anyway, so I shagged her, I started moving slowly at first, and then I picked the pace up so to speak, and I tried to push in deeper too. Her fingers were digging into my back, and she had her legs around my bum. She didn't say anything, she just gasped and grunted, I could feel my balls tighten and my dick seemed to get even harder and I gave a really big thrust and I filled her, my cum shooting inside her."
"Wow. Okay, well thank you for the graphic description."
"As I was finishing, she orgasmed again, clamping me hard and then with all the slipperiness, she pushed my dick out. I rolled to the side and I could see all my white dribbling out of her."
"Okay," I said, with an overwhelming urge to rub my clitoris, which I was trying hard to ignore.
"She looked at me, 'fucking hell Jack you sure know how to screw. I assume that this, like this morning, will be our secret?' I said of course June, I never betray secrets."
"Okay, what did you do then?"
"I got dressed, came home and washed myself and ate sausages and mash."
"Well, yes, you did have an interesting day, but, you have told me. I thought this was supposed to be a secret?"
"I am being honest with you mum, I will never mention it to anyone else ever."
"Well, okay, I hope not. I am going up. Goodnight."
"Night mum."
I almost ran to my room, I felt so horny, I think if he had made a single move towards me I would have had him on the spot, son or not. I stripped in my ensuite and washed, my fingers lingering far too long, no relief forthcoming, I went and lay on the bed, my fingers deep in my valley.
I awoke at some point, in the semi darkness of a summers night, disturbed by something, I went to roll over and I couldn't, I was jammed up against Jack, he was laying in my bed with me, naked and hard and asleep. I ran my fingers around my crotch, and there was no evidence that he had used me whilst I slept. I got up and peed and then went back and lay down, my fingers in my crotch and I slept, awakened by the dawn chorus.
Jack was still there, laying on his back, snoring softly, his dick hard. The ache in my groin was still there, what to do? By being here Jack had pretty much made his desires clear. But me? Could I really let things go as far as June had, and I wondered how it had first happened, was it her or Steve who made the first move. In our case I would say it was Jack, but was it really?
I could wait no longer, I was incapable of rational thought as evidenced by my action of crouching over his dick and slowly sinking down and taking him inside me. Oh my, that felt so good. He filled me, that was for sure, I could feel the end of his dick pressing at me, his girth stretching me nicely. As I rose his foreskin recovered his dick, softening the feel of his rim as it moved within me.
"Mum?" he said sleepily, "is that you?"
"Yes Jack, hush now."
I rocked back and forth, his dick sliding easily within my fanny, a feeling that took me back to when Paul was with us, I guess that their dicks were pretty similar. Jack reached up, held me, and somehow he flipped us over, and now he was on top, his dick pressing into me. Oh that felt so much better.
He started to move slowly, pulling back until he was almost out, my fanny feeling empty, making me aware of a void within me, and then he pushed slowly back inside, I could feel his foreskin move within me, his rim revealed acted like a squeegee within me, and then he was pressing deep, at my depth, pushing hard as if to make me deeper than I was. And then back again, slowly, his foreskin rolling back along his dick as my void called my name once more. I could hear someone gasping, it was me.
He began to speed up slightly with each press until I could no longer feel his foreskin move, it was a blur within me, and then I heard the sounds of him as he slapped against my mons, the unmistakable sound of sex accompanied by the orchestra of my gasps and my occasional 'oh God' or 'yes' as he shagged me, pressing me harder onto my mattress.
My legs wrapped around his buttock as and my fingers gripped his back, I was not allowing him to go anywhere and the gasps I could hear were getting louder. My clitoris was being hammered on the in strokes, his pubis crushing against me, usually softer is preferred but the hard slaps were having a real impact. Tendrils of electricity were leaving my groin, searching throughout my body, my nipples were hard and bulleted and my back was tightening.
Jack pulled back, too far, he left me and then with an almighty crush he was back in, right to my limit and my body exploded, my orgasm erupted, shards of pleasure tinged with pain shot through me, my legs straightened away from his buttocks and my back arched and almost threw Jack off. He gurgled and held his cock inside me, pressing hard, almost painfully, and I felt his ejaculation, the pulses as he spurted inside me, filling my fanny, flooding my womb, and I screamed, long, loud and piercing, and then my body relaxed.
All at once I slumped back to the bed, my breath stuttering as I regained the ability to breathe. My hands relaxing, no longer digging into his back and my head lay to one side, my eyes regaining focus looking at the image of us in the mirror, me laying on my back, my son between my legs. Post coital.
Jack's dick slipped from me with a sort of gurgle and I felt his residue seeping from me and going down between the cheeks of my backside. Jack lifted and rolled to my side. I didn't know what to say, what could I say? I started it, he finished it. I had been shagged by my son. He slipped an arm under me and pulled me to him, cuddling. All I could do was smile and slip into a sleep troubled by images of me shagging my son.