BBQ Lessons Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – BBQ Lessons Ch. 02 by Atomica24,Atomica24 Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy. Love Mica xx Yorkshire England.

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.