A Mother's Love

Literotic asexstories – A Mother's Love by JulietGolf,JulietGolf On this pleasantly warm afternoon I am laid on my sun lounger in the shade of an old oak tree at the bottom of my secluded garden. My daughter, Abigail, is suckling contentedly on my plump milk filled breast. My two year bold little boy, Jacob is playing happily in the sandpit.

Nearer the house my beloved man is trimming the hedge. His shirtless body has a sheen of sweat as he works in the sun. As I watch the birds fluttering round the bird feeders my mind drifts back to how my life has changed from sudden heartbreak to the delightful life I have now.

It all started a few years ago when my loving husband and soulmate, Jacob, died suddenly of a heart attack at work. We had been married for twenty one years and if it wasn’t for our twenty year old son, Adam, I don’t think I would have got through the loss. I could never have thought that it could end up like this.

I found out about Jacobs demise from his works manager when he called to the house to give me the news. I was distraught and didn’t know what to do. He called Adam at work who came straight home. Between us we managed to find out what to do.

Barely functioning, I managed to get through the funeral and sorting out the will, which left me with the house paid for and some serious investments which gave me a comfortable living provided that I didn’t go wild with spending.

None of this mattered as I didn’t have Jacob. I missed him so much. I missed his easy smile and sense of humour. I missed his warm body next to me in bed. I even missed his stinky farts. In grief, I didn’t miss our love life but I would eventually and that is part of my story.

After all the formalities were over, I just shut down. I went to bed one night, wearing a thin strap baby doll nightie and and a pair of skimpy knickers which tied at each side. You may think it was a strange choice but it was the thing Jacob liked the most.

The next morning I didn’t get up. I didn’t get out of bed at all apart from visits to the toilet. I only ate sparingly when Adam was home and he brought me something.

I didn’t get up the next day, or the next, or the day after that. I have no idea how long this went on but Adam brought it to an end.

Normally, when he brings me breakfast, he’s either fully dressed or in a dressing gown. This particular morning he was just in his boxers and he didn’t have anything with him.

He walked over to the bed and pulled back the covers, grabbed my arm and pulled me out of bed.

“What are you doing?” I yelled as I struggled to get back to bed.

“Mother, you stink.” was his reply as he hoisted me over his shoulder.

“Put me down. I’m your mother. You shouldn’t be treating me like this.” I yelled as I hammered on his back with both hands.

He ignored me as he carried me into the bathroom where the shower was already running. He set me down in the shower and the water made my nightie stick to my breasts and become transparent, showing my nipples.

I huddled facing the wall with an arm across my breasts and a hand between my legs and the knickers were now soaked like the nightie.

Embarrassed and ashamed I sobbed.

“Stop it. You shouldn’t be seeing me like this. I’m your mother. You can’t do this. Get off me.”

He ignored me and tried to pull the nightie over my head but I kept tight hold of it. Undeterred he snapped the thin straps and pulled it down. I fought as hard as I could to no avail. It slipped down my body and soon the ties on the knickers were undone and they joined the nightie on the floor.

Oh! the shame. No son should ever see his mother like this. My naked boobs, affected by gravity, my stretch marked stomach with the caesarian scar and the beginnings of cellulite on my thighs were not things a son should see.

Adam didn’t seem to notice, or care. He started to wash me, starting with my hair and working downwards. He washed everywhere, including places that no son should touch on his mother.

I was mortified and sobbing all the time. This was not right but it was happening.

He rinsed me off and left me there, huddled in the shower crying.

I dried myself off and despite trying not to I had to admit that I felt a lot better. Determined to go back to bed I went into the bedroom to find the bed stripped and a bra, panties, skirt and top laid on the bed.

The curtains were still closed but the window had been opened. Despite the fresh air there was still a lingering smell, which wasn’t very pleasant. Because I had lived with it I hadn’t noticed it, but Adam had.

With a sigh, I dressed and opened the curtains to see a bright sunny day outside. As I left the bedroom the smell of something cooking hit me and I realised that I was very hungry.

Still angry with Adam, as soon as I saw him I let fly.

“What the hell did you think you were doing up there?” I yelled. ” You had no right to do that to me.”

“You needed cleaning up. You weren’t going to do it yourself.” He replied calmly.

“It still wasn’t right.”

“Maybe not, but it’s done now. Do you want breakfast?”

I had to admit to myself that he was right but I wasn’t going to admit it to him.

The smell of breakfast got to me.

“Yes please. I would love some breakfast.”

He set down a plate of scrambled eggs with bacon, and a cup of coffee, which I ate in silence, still not willing to let my anger go.

Adam left for work shortly after, leaving me wondering what to do with the rest of the day. I looked around the kitchen and although Adam had kept it in reasonable shape, there were things that still weren’t to my standards. I set to and took out my anger on the kitchen until it was how I wanted it.

That took up most of the morning and also kept my mind away from thinking of Jacob. I still missed him but my shut down period seemed to have taken away the intense grief.

After a sandwich and a cup of coffee, I went upstairs and made my bed. I contemplated jumping back into it but decided against it. I was beginning to accept that Adam was right that I needed to be living a normal life again, I just didn’t agree with how he did it. I blushed with shame at the thought that he had seen me naked and all the places he had touched.

Back downstairs I started preparing a meal for Adam coming home, just as I would have done for Jacob.

When Adam came home we ate at the table.

“You were right in a way this morning.” I said. “I did need to pull myself together and lying in bed wasn’t doing me any good.. I just disagree with the way you went about it.”

” I don’t think talking to you would have done any good, would it?” He replied. “It was extreme, but it worked.”

“You shouldn’t have seen me naked though. That was wrong.”

” Maybe but there was no other way to do it. You don’t have anything to be ashamed about with your body.”

I didn’t have a reply to that so I let the subject drop.

We cleaned up after the meal and settled down to watch TV for the evening.

Life went on. I cooked and cleaned. Adam went to work. He worked two part time jobs. It wasn’t his ideal but the firm he used to work for went bust and he was laid off. I told him he didn’t need to work but he insisted in paying his way as much as he could.

This made mealtimes a bit of a problem but we worked round it. He was very good at telling me if he would be in for food or not.

As time progressed I began to notice that Adam was dressing and acting just like Jacob used to. I was puzzled. I’m not sure if he always did or is this a change. It was just like having my old Jacob back in every way except in my bed.

Whoa! Were did that thought come from? I shouldn’t be having thoughts like that about my son. I pushed it to the back of my mind but it kept popping up along with a tingling between my thighs and dampness in my knickers.

This is not good. I have to do something to take my mind off this. It didn’t help that I haven’t had sex for a long time. I was used to having sex at least twice a week and I was missing it.

Once a week I went out for lunch with friends which was good fun but quite often the subject of sex came up and hearing about their activities didn’t help at all.

I joined a book club and had a great time. It was mostly women but there were two men as well. I didn’t particularly like either of them so there was no chance of any thing happening with them.

My frustration grew and I was constantly thinking about sex. Jacob was a well endowed man with a thick seven inches. I wondered if Adam was as big and what he would be like inside me. I knew I shouldn’t even think these things but I couldn’t help it.

One Thursday, I was going out for lunch. There was only one friend, Wendy, going this time. Adam was home but said he was going out for the afternoon.

I’d just got into town when Wendy rang to say she couldn’t make it as her son was ill. That was a blow but I had nothing else to do in town so I headed home. Expecting Adam to be out, I didn’t call out as I went in, just took off my shoes and headed upstairs to change.

As I walked up the stairs I heard a voice.

” Oh! God, Adam, That’s so good. I love your cock in me.”

Shocked, I crept along the landing. The voice was coming from Adam’s room. The door was open and I saw Adam between two white thighs pounding his cock into her wet pussy.

I was transfixed by the sight and my hand went between my legs to rub my soaking hole. My emotions were running high. I was jealous of her. That cock should be in me. I wanted to scratch her eyes out. All feelings I know I shouldn’t have.

Of course I did nothing. The embarrassment it would cause all round if they knew I’d been watching would be more than I could bear. I watched for a couple more minutes before creeping away downstairs.

One thing I learnt was that Adam was very well endowed. He was at least as big a Jacob if not bigger. I desperately wanted him inside me even though it was wrong. I didn’t dare bring it up with Adam in case it broke us. Frustrated doesn’t describe my feelings well enough.

I quietly left the house, rolled my car down the drive before starting it, and drove out of town. My horniness was driving me crazy so I drove to a woodland car park and parked up in a secluded corner. There was only one other car there in the far corner and it seemed to be empty.

Once parked I quickly pulled up my dress, took off my knickers and stuffed my fingers into my sopping hole. It wasn’t a cock but it would have to do. I was gasping and shaking as I brought myself to a shattering orgasm.

As I was coming down I noticed a shadow at the window. I jumped and quickly puled my dress down. I looked and saw a stocky bearded bloke stood there watching me. He mouthed something at me. I couldn’t make out what he was saying so I would the window down an inch.

“That was a great show. Thank you. Do you need a hand?”

This could be risky but I hadn’t had a man’s touch in so long. I wound the window fully down. He leaned in and began stroking my breasts with one hand whilst the other went straight to my pussy.

His fingers soon found there way inside me and he started to plunge them in and out vigorously. I orgasmed as soon as he started and just kept on going. The heat was rising through my body and I could feel myself reddening across my neck and chest. As the orgasm subsided I reached out to his fly and started to undo it. It was a struggle but I managed to get his cock out and began stroking it. It wasn’t the biggest but it was rock hard.

His fingers were good but I really wanted a cock in me. Adam would be my first choice but he was unattainable. This guy would do.

I opened the car door and swung round with my legs spread outside, showing him what I had.

“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked.

He didn’t answer but moved towards me. He was just lowering himself to get into me when he said.

“Shit. Somebody’s coming.”

I looked round and saw a car coming towards us. I quickly got back in the car and pulled my skirt down. He was just as quick getting his cock back in his trousers.

A car pulled up beside us and a man, woman and two children got out. It was bad for me and him but lucky that the car came when it did or the children might have seen something they shouldn’t see.

Very frustrated but not willing to hang around to try again I said thanks to the guy and drove home.

By the time I got home it was around the normal time from a lunch meet, but Adam wasn’t in anyway so he wouldn’t ask any questions.

I took a quick trip upstairs to clean up and put on some clean knickers before starting to prepare a meal. That night in bed I was frustrated and horny. My fingers worked furiously in my soaking hole as I imagined Adam working his glorious meat into me. Having seen what he had, I wanted him even more.

I wished I could get these unnatural thoughts out of my head. They were driving me crazy.

A new guy joined the book club and he was very interesting. He was tall and broad shouldered like Jacob and Adam. He also had a similar personality.

I was drawn to him and after one meeting we were walking out together he asked.

“Would you like to go for a coffee, Kate?”

It took all of half a second for me to reply. “That would be nice thank you.”

We spent a couple of hours over coffee and the time just flew. He was so charming and fun to talk to. I was really warming to him. He wasn’t pushy at all.

It became a regular thing after the book club. He held my hand when we were walking there and kissed me on the cheek when we parted. It felt pretty good.

Back at home, things were really strange. When we were both at home Adam and I worked together cooking and washing up. He was always close to me and often managed to brush his arm on the side of my breast. If he passed behind me he would brush against me even when there was plenty of room. Each contact like that made me wet and want him more,

I was confused. Was he giving me signals that he was interested. I certainly was and would have taken him at any time. I didn’t dare respond to his actions in case I’d read it wrong. That would have destroyed our relationship. My frustration continued.

When I told Adam about the new man I had met, he seemed to cool towards me. He stopped rubbing against me and kept his distance. I’d enjoyed his touches and the fact that he’d stopped when I mentioned a new man made me suspect that his touches hadn’t been accidental and were probably indications of interest in me. I was a bit upset that they stopped, but again was afraid of making any comment or taking things further despite wanting to.

My new man eventually asked me to have lunch with him and I agreed. I drove to town and met him at the restaurant. It was a warm day so I was wearing a loose top and a flared knee length cotton skirt with my normal white bra and knickers. Bare legs and 3″ heels finished my attire.

We lingered over a delightful meal and over coffee he asked.

“What would you like to do with the rest of the afternoon?”

I was horny and would have liked to say I want you to fuck me but I didn’t.

“I know a nice walk by the river.”

“OK. I’ll drive, you direct me.”

I directed him to the riverside car park and we strolled along the pathway. We stopped at a viewing point and leaned on the railings just watching the wild fowl on the river.

Up to now our relationship had been largely platonic but I wanted more so I leaned against him and kissed him on the lips. He responded instantly. His lips opened and my tongue found his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ground my body into his. His hands were roaming all over me, up and down my sides, brushing the sides of my breasts. Then one hand would run down my back and grip my buttock pulling me in and I could feel his hardness.

I was getting very wet and almost on the point of orgasm and I really wanted him inside me. He sensed this and asked.

“Where can we go?

I thought for a moment and said.

“Your car?”

“If there’s nobody about, that will be fine.”

We walked back to the car. Once we were in the back seat it started.

He was straight on me, no messing about. It wasn’t rape because I wanted it but he was forceful.

I reckon it was less than a minute before I had his cock in my hand. My top and bra were up round my neck and his mouth was sucking and nibbling at a nipple. My skirt was up and his hand was in my knickers and his fingers were vigorously working in and out of my wet willing hole.

The feelings were out of this world, made all the more intense by the thought that we could be caught.

“Oh! God. Yes….yes…yes.” I gasped as he skilfully brought me to an earth shattering orgasm. My hips were bucking against his hand as I writhed on the seat. Every fibre of my body was tingling and I felt as though I would explode as he worked his fingers in me.

I pulled his cock towards me and said.

“Fuck me Adam”

He stopped, took his fingers from my pussy and prised his cock from my hand. He fastened himself up and got into the front without a word.

As he drove back to town I got myself straightened out. I was mortified. I’d called him Adam when his name was Tony. Not only had I not got what I wanted, I’d seriously upset a very nice man. Judging by the look on his face, I wouldn’t be seeing him again.

I didn’t intend to call him Adam but it just showed where my mind was. It was like this all the time even though I knew I shouldn’t be having thoughts of Adam in that way but I couldn’t seem to stop.

Back in town he pulled up by the side of the road. He just sat staring out of the windscreen, not saying anything. I took the hint and got out of the car. I went to his window to apologise but he drove away without even looking at me.

As I walked to my car, I felt very sorry for myself. Sorry for upsetting him but, perhaps selfishly for myself. I’d had a great orgasm with him, but fingers aren’t the same as a warm cock and a real body between my thighs. It’s been a long time since I had that and two opportunities had ended in failure.

Adam was home when I got home and he saw my face.

“You don’t look too happy, Mam.” He said.

” I’m not really. I’ve just broken up with a lovely guy”

“Oh dear.” He said. “I know that’s not good for you but there is somebody out there who really loves you. You just have to see who it is.”

“Yes, I can only hope I find him”

“I’m sure you will.”

Life went on and I sometimes thought about that conversation. Was there a hidden meaning from Adam? I don’t know.

I really wanted Adam but couldn’t act on it directly, so I tried to see if I could give him signals. If he was interested, as I thought he was, he may act on them.

Searching through my wardrobe I found some lower cut tops and slightly shorter skirts that still fit me and started to wear them every now and again to see Adam’s reaction. I noticed when I wore them that he seemed to try looking down my top or up my skirt when the opportunity presented itself. He never did any more than that. I couldn’t think of any other way and I was frustrated.

I did notice that the old Adam came back, standing close to me and rubbing past me whenever he could. My pussy tingled when he did and my knickers were always damp when he was around doing that.

I used to go to bed wishing he would come in and just fuck me, but he never did. You could cut the tension between us with a knife, it was so strong. I was still afraid to act on anything. Frustration became my life.

Time passed with me giving signals to Adam and Adam doing things which I read as signals but nothing happened.

Adam’s birthday was coming up so I booked a table at a high end restaurant, and a taxi there and back so both of us could have a drink.

I couldn’t decide what to wear and it took me an age going through my clothes. I couldn’t be too revealing in the restaurant but wanted to show Adam a bit of skin. I settled on a green silk blouse that I could unbutton if I needed, a low cut bra which only just supported my boobs, a black knee length pleated skirt, and some bikini knickers. I had a shawl over my shoulders and a small handbag.

Adam was waiting for me downstairs and he looked great in a blue and white striped shirt and black trousers. He was wearing a tie which he didn’t like doing but it was restaurant policy.

The taxi arrived and we were soon there. We were shown to our seats and served by very attentive waiters. We had a great meal and some lovely wine.

Sitting across the table from Adam took me back. It was like old times with Jacob. The same looks, the same aftershave, the same sense of humour. It made me think of the great sex Jacob and I used to have after a night out like this, that I would love to have with Adam. I didn’t think that would happen though.

I was horny and I could feel myself getting wet. I had to squeeze my legs together to stop myself from squirming in my seat.

When we had finished our meal I was feeling the wine. I wasn’t drunk but knew I’d had a drink. Before we left I went to the ladies room and before coming back to the table I unfastened enough buttons on my blouse to show a lot of cleavage. My shawl covered this as I walked through the restaurant.

We had another drink while we waited for our taxi. We got into the taxi and I let the shawl fall from my shoulders and leaned towards Adam. I saw his eyes drop to my cleavage but he didn’t react. I moved so that my skirt rode up my legs, revealing a lot of thigh but no reaction.

” I hate wearing a tie.” Said Adam as he removed it and put it in a pocket and opening the top of his shirt.

I put my hand on his chest and ran it up and down.

“You look good with or without it.” I said

He just smiled.

We arrived home and Adam got to the front door before me. He opened it and stepped inside and held it open for me.

As I stepped inside, I “stumbled” and fell forward. Adam caught me and I put my arms round his neck and pulled him down. I kissed him full on the lips.

He pulled back and looked at me.

I thought I’d blown it and ruined our relationship. Damn.

He moved back in and his mouth hungrily fastened on mine. My heart soared. I opened my mouth and our tongues searched for each other. The kiss seemed to last forever. Adam kicked the door shut.

Our hands and arms got in each others way, but his shirt, my blouse and bra ended up on the floor. Still kissing we shuffled into the lounge towards the sofa. Along the way, my skirt slipped down and I managed to step out of it. Adam’s trousers went the same way.

The edge of the sofa hit the back of my legs and I fell onto it with my legs spread lewdly apart.

I looked at Adam stood between my legs with a sizeable bulge in his boxers. I was soaking wet and trembling at what might happen. We had already crossed the line in mother son relationships but would Adam go the whole way.

I soon got my answer. He pulled his gorgeous cock out of his boxers and knelt between my legs. He hooked a finger in my knickers and pulled them to one side. My glistening wet open pussy told him I was ready and I watched as he slowly slid into me.

“So big. So fucking big.” I groaned.

“So tight.” was the reply.

“It’s been a long time.”

He filled me completely and I was in heaven. I’d wanted this for so long and could hardly believe that I’d got what I wanted. It was sooooo good.

Slowly he moved in and out of me and I felt an orgasm building. I looked down and I could see my wetness on him. At this pace it would take a long time for me to come so I hooked my ankles round his back and urged him on.

He got the message and started to slam into me hard and fast. I was pushing up to meet his thrusts and I could feel the dam filling up inside me. He put his hand between us and thumbed my clit.

“Yes…yes…yes.” I gasped. “Keep on doing that, just like that”

He did and the dam burst. I screamed as my orgasm hit me. I didn’t know I could come that hard. My toes curled, I saw stars before my eyes. I was shaking and sweating and loving it. I gripped his shoulders so tight that I drew blood but he didn’t seem to care. He kept on pounding me.

Sex had never been this good in my life. The fact that I shouldn’t be fucking with my son heightened my feelings. It was so wrong but I didn’t care.

It was too much.

“Whoa. Stop. I can’t take it any more”

I didn’t think he would but he did. He stopped deep inside me.

“Are you OK.” He asked

“Never better.”

I caught my breath.

“Right. Do it again. Do me hard.”

He did. He pounded the living daylights out of me and I came and came and came until I felt him pulse inside me as spurt after spurt of his come filled me up. He held inside me, still hard.

“I’ve waited so long for you to do that to me.” I said

I’ve waited so long to do it to you. It seems like we have a lot of lost time to make up”

With that, he started again. Long slow strokes. Each push in pushed out what he’d put in me and I could feel it running down the crack of my bum.

There was no urgency on my part. I’d had plenty of intense pleasure. I was happy to have some slow lovemaking and that’s what I got.

I savoured the feel of him slowly sliding in and out. The sloppy sounds were music to my ears and I felt I’d died and gone to heaven.

This just couldn’t be better for me and I hoped it wasn’t just a one time thing.

Adam kept going for ages, which was to be expected and I enjoyed every second of it. Eventually I felt him fill me up again.

He softened and slipped out, got up and sat next to me on the sofa. He wrapped me in his arms and said.

“Wow! Mam, that was truly incredible. I can’t believe we’ve done it.”

” After what we’ve just done, I think you should call me Kate unless anybody else is around. You were superb. I can’t remember the last time I had so much pleasure.”

“OK Kate. Now what to we do?”

“I need a drink, then how about we go to bed? Can you go again?”

“I’ll give it my best shot.”

“I can’t ask for more.”

We sat for a few more minutes kissing and fondling before getting up. I pulled my knickers back over my pussy to stop his come dripping all over the place but it didn’t do much good. The gusset was so wet with my juices and Adam’s come that it sagged down and everything leaked out. I kept my legs closed as much as possible but it ran down my thighs, making a sticky mess. It was the best sticky mess though.

We got a glass of water each and headed for bed.

In the bedroom, I sat on the bed and Adam stood in front of me. He wasn’t hard so I beckoned him forward and took him in my mouth. I could taste both of us on him, which I loved, not so much for the taste but for what had caused it.

I swirled my tongue round the head before taking as deep into my mouth as I could, my tongue licking his shaft as it went in. I bobbed my head up and down on his beautiful shaft. My mouth was watering and saliva dripped down my chin.

“God! That’s so good.” He groaned as he stiffened in my mouth.

I stopped and took him from my mouth and saw the angry red head glistening with the wetness.

I rolled over on the bed and knelt on the edge with my backside in the air, He knew what to do and he pulled my knickers to the side and slid into the swampy mess that was my pussy.

In this position his cock was rubbing my G spot and it was so good. I started coming and my juices flowed. I’d never been so wet. I just kept on coming. I was sweaty and feeling weak with the intense orgasm and I collapsed face down on the bed.

Adam went with me and kept on ploughing into me until I felt the splashing of his come deep inside me.

Exhausted, I crawled into bed. Adam joined me and I fell asleep in his arms.

I woke with Adam’s arm around me and something hard poking me in the back. I wanted it to poke me somewhere else but I needed to pee.. I slowly moved his arm and slid out of bed, leaving him asleep.

In the bathroom I pulled down my knickers but only got them so far before I felt a sharp pain. They were stuck to my pubic hair with Adam’s dried cum and my juices. I gave up trying to loosen them so sat on the toilet and peed in them. I was having a shower anyway so I wasn’t going to be stinking of pee all day.

That did the trick and I managed to get my knickers off and dropped them on the floor.

I had just turned the shower on and stepped under the jets when Adam joined me. This time he was very welcome.

He washed and rinsed my hair, then turned the shower head away and began to wash me. Thick slippery soap suds all over me. His hands washed my back, arms, legs and tummy. Oh! The feeling of his strong hands gliding over me. I was getting turned on in a big way. Then he soaped my breasts, the suds were dripping off my hard nipples. He spent a lot of time there and I was starting to wriggle against him,

Then more soap on his hands and he went between my legs. I was on the verge of an orgasm as he ran his fingers through my pubic hair. I came as he slipped his soapy fingers inside me and his other hand ran between my buttocks and I gasped as a soapy finger slipped into my other hole.

I’d never had anything in there before and it was a strange but erotic feeling.

“Don’t try anything else in there.” I said.

He chuckled and continued to stroke in and out of both holes. It’s a good job he was holding me up I could hardly stand as my legs went weak.

It seemed to take forever cleaning those bits and I loved every second of it. Eventually he stopped and rinsed me off.

I turned and started to wash him. Taking extra care with his hot hard cock and his heavy sac. He grunted as I returned the favour and stuck a slippery finger up his bum.

I rinsed him off and he put his arms around me, and lifted me up. I thought he was going to carry me out of the shower but he lowered me onto his rigid man meat.

With water pouring over us, he pounded me up against the wall. My legs were round his waist allowing him to get in really deep and I felt every inch of him slipping in and out.

It was wild. I had a continuous orgasm that drained me completely and I was limp in his arms. It wasn’t long before he was coating my insides with another load of his come.

He lowered me to the floor where I sat gasping for breath. I watched as he cleaned up his now softening cock and stepped out of the shower.

I sat for a while before getting up, cleaning myself, and then I turned off the shower and dried myself. and went to the bedroom to dress.

While I was dressing a sudden thought struck me. I’d just had sex with my son and he’d come in me four times. Four times in my unprotected pussy. Oh! My God. I’d been so caught up in the moments I’d never though about protection, and obviously neither had Adam.

Adam’s birth had been a difficult one and I nearly died. If I hadn’t had the caesarian section, I would have. Jacob and I decided that the risk of me having another child was too great so he had a vasectomy.

I’d never needed protection after that. The other problem was that I hadn’t reached menopause yet so I was still fertile. I’d never kept track of my period dates so I wasn’t sure where I was in my cycle. I assumed that Adam was in full working order. The possibility of pregnancy was there despite my age.

Did I want Adam’s baby? No doubt about it. Despite the potential risks I still wanted it. The big question was. Did Adam? I had to find out.

Adam was in the kitchen making bacon butties. Coffee was brewed so I poured two cups and sat down at the table. Adam joined me and passed me my butty.

As we ate I said

“Adam, we really need to have a serious talk.”

“OK” he replied.

“What did last night and this morning mean to you? Was it more than just a physical thing?”

“It meant the world to me. I love you, not just as my mother.”

My heart soared when he said that.

“What about your girlfriend?”

“I don’t have one.”

I raised my eyebrow.

“Really?”

“I have one girl who is a friend with benefits. We like each other but are not serious. If one of us has an itch that needs scratching we get together, that’s all”

” I want you to think really hard about this next question. How do you feel about being a father?”

“I love children and want to be a father sometime.”

“That’s good, because you may be one sooner than you think.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’ve had sex four times and you’ve finished inside me four times. I’m not on birth control.”

“Wow! That’s incredible. I’d be so happy if you got pregnant.”

“So would I. I’d love to have your baby. It’s still only a possibility, but at least we can let nature take its course. I won’t bother with the morning after pill.

I was so relieved with Adam’s answers. I had a smile a mile wide and so did he.

We got up and started on the washing up. I washed and he dried. His arm kept brushing my breast and he kept rubbing against me as he moved behind me. I was starting to feel horny again..

I grabbed him and kissed him hard. He responded with his tongue in my mouth, and a hand between my legs stroking me over my knickers. My knees went weak and I had to hold onto him to keep upright. His fingers found my wetness and slipped into me.

My hand found his zip and released his hot heavy erection. I loved the feel of it in my hand but wanted to feel it somewhere else.

“Take my knickers off.”

“Yes Maam.”

He hooked his thumbs in the waist of my knickers and slowly skid them down my thighs. When they reached my knees I shimmied them down and kicked them off my feet.

I walked backwards until I got to the table. I lifted myself up and sat on the table with my skirt pulled up and my legs spread wide.

He came towards me and lifted my legs up to his shoulders. I was dripping wet and fully exposed to him, waiting for him to penetrate me, but he didn’t.

He started to kiss and lick my legs, up and down one leg, then the other, getting closer to my pussy each time.

I sighed as his mouth neared it’s goal and squealed when it reached it. His tongue licked between my lips and my thigh on one side, then the other. It was driving me wild. He was so near but just going round it. I wriggled to try to make things better but he held me tight and I couldn’t move.

Finally his mouth met my pussy and he licked from the back to the front, very slowly but giving my clit a quick flick with his tongue. He sped up the licks and the sensations were intense. I could hardly stand it but I couldn’t move away.

The tongue kept on licking and I kept on coming, my juices coating his face. I wanted to hump against him but couldn’t move. I think that made things more intense. His mouth fastened on my clit and he sucked. I screamed with pleasure.

“Yes….yes….yes….yes. That’s so good. AAAAAAAH!”

Sensing that I’d had enough of that, he stopped. I came down from my high and looked at him stood holding his cock which was pointing at me open hole.

He looked at me. I wondered why he was just stood there, then I realised.

“Fuck me, Adam. Put that meat in my pussy and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”

I don’t normally use language like that but it seemed it was what he wanted to hear as his cock twitched and slid into me, filling me completely.

“Come on baby. Fuck your mummy.” I gasped

He did. That seemed to really get him going and he pounded me hard and fast, slamming into me so hard that the table started to move across the floor.

My body was on fire. Every nerve was tingling and the spring inside me was tightening up. It wasn’t long before the spring let go and I came hard. I was so wet my juices were running down onto the table. I was gasping and trembling. The sound of our bodies slapping together and the sloppy sound of him slamming into me kept me on the boil.

He hadn’t touched my boobs and they needed attention. I pulled my top up and pushed my bra up round my neck. I squeezed my boobs and pulled on my nipples. He saw this and bent forward and took a nipple in his mouth. That was so good.

“So good….so good. Now come in mummy. Make your mummy pregnant.”

“You want my baby?”

Yes..yes. Do it. Fill me up. Make my belly swell.”

He kept on thrusting.

“Does mummy want a belly full of baby?”

” Yes…yes…yes. Fill me up. Give it to me.”

He did. I felt him push deep inside me and his cock pulsed as he delivered squirt after squirt of his baby making seed right where it was needed. I thought he was never going to stop coming.

He held inside me until he softened and slipped out. I closed my legs to keep as much of him inside me as I could.

We cleaned up and went on with our day.

When we were together I never slept alone after this and sex was often on the menu. I’d gone from two or three times a week with Jacob to nothing and now sometimes twice a day. Life was incredible.

Time passed and I realised that I hadn’t had a period for a while so I took a pregnancy test. Yeah, it was positive. I left it on the table for Adam to see when he came home.

He saw it,

“Is that what I think it is?” He asked with a grin.

“It sure is.”

He shrieked with delight, picked me up and swung me round the room, kissing me all over my face and neck. I guess he was as happy as I was.

Over our evening meal I said.

“You realise that our life will have to change now, don’t you?”

“In what way?”

“I can’t have a baby here. My friends know I haven’t had a man in my life. They aren’t stupid and will put two and two together and come up with an answer that’s best kept quiet.”

“I see what you mean. It is a bit awkward. Have you thought about how to get round it?”

“I’ll have to move away. I’ll find somewhere to rent and you stay here until the house is sold then we can buy something together. It’s not ideal but I can’t see any other option. Can you?”

“It’s not ideal. I’ll miss you so much but I can’t think of a better option.”

That was the plan. I left home for a few days and went to a town about a hundred miles away, where hopefully nobody would know me. I found a two bedroom furnished cottage at a reasonable rent and signed up.

Back home Adam and I sorted out what I would want to take with me. It was quite a lot of stuff as there was nothing but the bare basics in the cottage.

We piled it all in the garage ready for the weekend when Adam wasn’t working.

Saturday came. There was too much stuff for my car so we loaded some into Adam’s car and we drove in convoy. We called into a pub near the cottage for lunch to save having to cook for ourselves.

It took most of the afternoon to get sorted out. We were just finishing when Adam got a phone call from his boss. He wanted him to work on Sunday.

I was gutted. I was looking forward to him staying the night. He wasn’t too happy about it either but felt he had to go..

He left about seven o clock after giving me a goodbye present which was dripping into my knickers as I kissed him goodbye.

As my pregnancy progressed, I started to worry. Adam’s birth had been difficult, but the midwife assured me that that everything was fine this time and so it turned out to be.

Our beautiful baby boy came into this world quite easily. Adam made it for the birth and he had tears of joy in his eyes when he held him. We decided to call him Jacob. I didn’t think life could get any better.

The house sale eventually went through and Adam came to live with me. Nobody knew our secret. They just accepted us as a normal couple.

We found a new house and moved in.

Life was hectic with a little one but that didn’t stop us christening every room in the house, the garage and even the garden shed with wild hot sex.

That had consequences and I ended up pregnant again. We were both delighted. In due course Abigail was born.

Once I was well enough after the birth our sex life resumed as normal but I’m on birth control now.

Abigail finished her feed and I set her back in her Moses basket/

“Adam.” I called. ” Keep an eye on these two for a moment please.”

“OK.” He replied.

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