It Was Never A Waste Of Time

Literotic asexstories – It Was Never A Waste Of Time by Verhaalen,Verhaalen It Was Never A Waste Of TimeA sequel to ‘Wasted By Love’ and ‘Moments Not To Be Wasted’Mabel’s text message, sent in the middle of their working day, was to the point and certainly caught him off guard. As the team was taking a break from the concreting work, they had stopped for a brew, he took the opportunity to read it.

‘Frank’s walked out on me, again, and he won’t be coming back. I’d sure appreciate it if you could call me. Do that for me, please, Darryl darling? Mum’

The woman that he had pictures of, stored on his iPhone, had not called herself ‘Mum’ for months and whenever they were in contact. Their relationship had been turned on its head shortly after Frank had left them for the first time. Now, he was gone again, and it left him wondering if Mabel expected help in picking up the pieces of her life again.

A favourite picture was a surprise snap that he had taken one morning, the sharp definition of the picture taken with his iPhone and of a woman in her soft yellow bra and panties, her large and rounded breasts held so wonderfully, her panties gripped by Mabel’s broad hips and her tummy softly rounded. Mabel had a smooth and soft-skinned loveliness; she was voluptuous and desirable, and his girlfriend did not even get close to doing for him what Mabel had so recklessly done at the height of a tempestuous affair. It had sure been fun.

‘I’ll freshen up and then ride over to you, say six-thirty if I can get away from the job on time. Things haven’t worked out with Abi so we’re in the same place. C u later! D’

♥They kissed in greeting, just a brush of their lips, and Darryl met her wondering look.

Neither of them wanted to make the first move, the memories of all that they had succumbed to, some months ago and after Frank abandoned them the first time, still so livid in their mind’s eye. And yet they could not keep from gazing at each other as if to challenge what they had both decided should happen after Frank had re-entered their lives, but Mabel’s in particular.

A tempestuous affair between mother and son had ended, much to Mabel’s relief, and he had moved out to live with his mates in a terraced house not so different from what had once been thought of as the family home.

He had fretted as he rode his Norton motorcycle over to Mabel’s place. She would be living alone and this time he could only call in to be of help, to be a prop both emotionally and physically, he supposed.

“You won’t take to the bottle again, will you?” he asked, the challenge in his tone only too clear. “I helped you through the last time when you did that.”

“How could I forget!” she snapped. “We’ve been through all of that before, so I don’t need any reminders.”

“Steady on, Mabel,” he said calmly. “I’m just saying how it was, then. And, even if he has gone again…”

“For good,” she interrupted.

“Yes, for good, and if he has gone again then I reckon that you’re in a better place than the last time.”

“But you’re not here. You’ve moved away, so I have no one to talk things through with like we did then.” She sighed and gave him a baleful glance. “I’m sounding so needy aren’t I?”

Darryl shrugged his broad shoulders as if that was an answer to what Mabel had just confessed to.

“I thought we had agreed that we had gone beyond all of this, me being the answer to what happens. We went as far as we could the last time around. Are you asking me for help again, in that way…to love with you so that you mend after what has happened, again?”

She touched his arm and it provoked him to step closer.

“What happened…some of it’s my fault. I was angry that he left me the first time for a woman who ended it, predictably. When I said that, he went crazy and told me the reason why… I wouldn’t let things rest, no matter how small the problem was.” She sighed and then clenched her lips shut. “And then, that afternoon, when you came around I was angry again at how he treated you. I couldn’t take that, say nothing about it, and soon we reckoned that we had run out of time together. He left me, not much later…a few days…and now here I am talking to you again, as we did the first time.”

Daryl was seen to shrug off his thin leather biker’s jacket and put it over the newel post of the stairs. “I had hoped that my barging in on you that afternoon didn’t make things worse for you.”

“Things were on the slide, darling.” Mabel gripped his arm and felt the warmth of his skin to her attentive and demanding touch. “He was using me, or beginning to, when we heard you downstairs…”

She turned away and he followed her into the small kitchen that was spotlessly clean. The sight was in sharp contrast to how it had been some time ago and when Frank’s desertion had happened the first time. Mabel had let things go and he’d picked her up, had done so in ways that defied everything that had gone before.

Darryl saw how Mabel’s dress tightened on the swell of her breasts as she reached into a wall cupboard to grab two mugs. He gazed at the silken smoothness of her legs as the hem rode up over her thighs. He remembered only too clearly how it felt to have her warm flesh around his body as they humped. He shivered on remembering those times, also from the image of Frank lying between them as he took her.

“Who do you think you are to come barging in on us?” Frank had yelled. “You should be in your place, living with your pals!”

“I am, but I also think of this place as a home, too,” he had answered angrily. “I’m sorry to have embarrassed the two of you. I’ll get out.”

“Wait, Darryl, darling!” Mabel had called out. She had been seen to cinch her dressing gown a little tighter around her naked body before she had rushed to restrain him, to keep him from leaving, but the sight of her going to him had only angered Frank further.

“Let him go, woman! He makes his life and we do the same!”

Mabel saw him shudder and met the dart of Darryl’s eyes upon her as she woke from her daydream. “Here’s your tea and don’t think about him. I’ve gotten through before this and with your help.”

“Thanks, it’s a special brew,” he answered and on feeling a moment’s touch to his arm. He wondered, as he did so, whether Mabel would look to him again for moments of comfort.

“You’re doing okay at work, I guess?” she asked in a flat voice.

“Yes, it’s hard graft but it’s fine. It’s fun, even, and they want me to go on a course and learn some more. If I get through it will mean more dosh…and it will add to my work experience record. I can be a bit choosier about what I do next.”

“That’s great, darling.” She leaned forward in her chair and reached out to touch his face. “I always knew that you’d make something of yourself. I guess me calling you all the time, or like I did today, gets in the way of you getting on…”

He grabbed hold of her hand and kissed it. “What we have runs too deep, doesn’t it, Mabel?”

“Yeah, even though it shouldn’t…or not in the way that it once did.”

“If you’re thinking like that, why call me?”

“Because I can’t forget, that’s why.”

Darryl watched her sit back in her chair and cross her legs. He realised, now that he was in the house and alone with her, that he was hard, an erection straining at his briefs and the gnaw of longing for her, a shapely woman, too much to simply ignore. The feelings would only sharpen with the certainty that Frank had moved out and he could be alone with her. He could, if she let him, throw caution and restraint to the four winds and who they were to each other, would mean that he would not have to keep a tight rein on his feelings.

“Are we in the same place as you and I were some months ago?” he now asked.

“Perhaps we are, or I am. Let me say it in that way,” Mabel answered and shifted on her seat. “I’m only too sober, this time.”

“I’m sure glad about that,” he smiled, each of them instinctively holding out a hand before they gripped them tightly. “You know that you can count on me.”

“Yes, and it’s the reason that I called you….sent you a text, I mean.”

It had been some months ago that he had come home and she’d had a skinful. What had then happened between them had quickly spiralled out of control. But, they were adults and the last thing that had motivated him to seduce Mabel was some crazy notion of his insecurity; his wish to ‘return to the womb’ and to hide from the world or who he was.

No, it wasn’t like that at all. He loved sex and to help her through Frank’s rejection of her had brought him to the crazy decision, to take her to bed that very first time.

So, restraint on his part, then her acceptance of what was to happen, brought them to a place where tempestuous and draining sex was the only thing on their minds. They had both been relieved when Frank had re-entered her life and had admitted that he had made a mistake in abandoning her.

How quickly that ‘reconciliation’ had skidded out of control and Frank had walked out on her again.

Mabel stood up and gathered the two cups that had been drained of their contents. Intent on putting them in the sink she was surprised by his restraining touch. Darryl’s hand slid under the hem of her dress and she felt a caress to her thigh, then to the back of her knees.

“May I take your mind off what’s happened?” he asked as his caresses progressed over the back of her thighs. “Sit on me.”

“I’m…I’m wondering if I should do that…if we should go there again,” she mumbled, The tea mugs clattered on the kitchen table’s surface. She conceded to his touches and did not restrain him as Daryl pulled the skirt of her dress over her thighs and she gathered it at her waist. Parting her legs, she sat down on his thighs and met only a moment’s stilled look before their mouths crashed against each other and they pursued deep open-mouthed kisses.

“How crazy you make me feel!”

She gazed up at the ceiling and became lost in what he did so certainly, the push of his fingers into her pussy as he tugged away her panties. She rode them and soon felt the cramps of her impending orgasm course through her belly.

“Let them happen, Mabel…let them happen, you wonder. I’m here for you.”

In a maelstrom of conflicting emotions and the rush of desire aroused by the renewed claims of her son and lover, she nodded her acceptance through their kisses.

“Take me to bed! It’s what you want just as much as I do!”

♥Darryl stepped soundlessly over the tiled floor, Mabel yet to notice him drawing near. She sat at the table, with her shoulders hunched, and swirled the contents of her glass around as if in time with her thoughts.

He loved the sight of her cropped blonde hair, with its indolent curls, that she had tied haphazardly into a knot behind her head. He delighted in the grace of her movements and how her light petal green, silk, nightgown shaped her, the lacy hem of a peignoir trailing onto the floor. If she was cold, or the chill air of the room affected her, Mabel did not show it, her peachy white skin smooth and a delight to behold.

“Mabel?” he asked softly, restraining the urge to touch her shoulder and startle the woman whom he had taken to bed. Their loving had been intense, her understanding of his needs harder to explain until defining moments in their shared lives together had brought them to where they again found themselves. “Are you okay, I understand what made you do it.’

She turned on her chair and answered him sharply, one hand sweeping back stray strands of her hair, gracefully.

Mabel loved the sight of him, the young man with his strongly defined pecs, muscular biceps, the sight of his ribs under Darryl’s hairless torso, the swell of his sac, and the outline of his penis that shaped his white briefs. He’d never gone into wearing boxer shorts and, now, the sight of him as Darryl stood before her aroused a flutter of anticipation in her belly.

Wayward emotions and a rush of longing would overcome any restraint or her doubts about what she wanted to pursue with him once more. She had endured what felt like unending weeks of living under the same roof with his father, Frank. But that man was gone and now Darryl set the blood humming in her veins and provoked the slow anticipatory flow of moisture in her pussy.

“Do you understand, because I don’t! Letting go and with you, I could just about understand, but with Frank and all that he did to me when he came back and asked me to forgive him? You shouldn’t have seen us together in that way!”

She glared at him, but he was undeterred by her angry response and the wildness in her eyes.

“I know, but I understand. We agreed not to be together as we once were, for me to be close but not to offer the comfort you needed or wanted at a bad time for you. He took advantage and…and the same could be said of me.”

“He used me! We were together…us! That’s how it felt, just as it did again last night! It was so wrong and yet it also felt so good,” she confessed. “You don’t need to keep reminding me of what we did! My mind’s full of it.”

He went on, undeterred.

“Life was tough for you, for us both, but for you most of all. But I understood, we both did, that it was wrong to continue.”

“And yet we did do that, last night!”

It had made no sense, the pursuit of consensual acts between them and their claims upon each other that had made her feel that she had floated on a sea of pleasure. He had pursued the woman he now saw seated before him, and she had sought strained comfort at a time when she had felt abandoned once more by a feckless man.

“It’s difficult for me, you know, and even more so after what happened, a few days ago.” She sipped on her drink but met his concerned look upon her. She moved to reach up and touch his cheek, a trembling smile to be seen on her lips. “What a mess, what an emotional mess I’ve gotten myself into, again. And there you were to help me pick up the pieces. It shouldn’t be happening, but it is and it did.”

“And I’ll help you through, again, you know that I will.”

Everything continued to feel so unreal. Mabel clutched the hand that he held out to her and drew Darryl to her side, shifting on the seat so that he could stand closer.

“What I did with Frank, accepting him back was natural and more understandable, but I couldn’t undo what happened with you, the sharing of forbidden comfort and company after your father left us and when I felt so low and rejected.”

She scarcely recognised, let alone could explain, the behaviour of the woman that she had become once more, but she had needed comfort and had found it in her boy’s arms and from the wracking pleasure that his claims upon her body, and the driving intensity of his penis as she took him in, had brought.

She had succumbed to the emotional and physical mayhem that having intercourse with him, so tempestuously and destructively, had brought upon her. It had been discovered at a time when she had thought that she needed it least, the complications and the guilt, but Darryl’s devotion to her became so much more. Whatever had played out in his mind, about her, had become ragingly and physically real in her.

And now here she was, alone again, and with him to turn to if she chose to do that. She would be claimed again by a strong-limbed and vigorous young man who was devoted to, even besotted with, her.

“I understood everything that we did and the reasons for it,” Darryl now said after finding her use of words only too correct.

He had sensed Mabel fall into herself as she remembered all that had happened between them and that no one else had been the least aware of. Being under the same roof, his time spent at his work, and then with her had become a raging and tempestuous affair, the draining effects of their shared guilt but a temporary restraint before they found each other again.

She nodded and rested her head against his chest as Darryl stood behind her. She met his stilled gaze as he looked down and took in what her nightdress failed to fully conceal. His eyes had drifted over her, and she knew that his gaze would linger at the scarcely hidden swell of her breasts, how her nightdress shaped her firm thighs. She shifted and felt the press of his penis against her back and reached for his hand that rested on her shoulder.

She gripped it fiercely.

“I still excite you, don’t I, or thoughts of us together as we once were has done that to you?’ she asked, her thoughts tumbling over in response to his closeness and Darryl’s state of arousal.

He sighed. “Yes, you know that you do and that I can’t keep my eyes off you now.”

Dismayed, she knew again what lay behind those eyes. It had been so wrong what she had conceded to with him months ago, but he had ardently taken her mind off everything, only to have her conscience take its destructive hold on her.

But by then it was too late.

“I’m sorry that you should have seen us, darling, but I thought you were more than settled in your new place and living with friends. You were worried for me, is that it?”

“Yeah, it goes something like that.”‘

He could not keep from taking in how Mabel’s breasts shaped the thin nightgown that she wore, the lacy straps on her bare shoulders and the lace frill at the neckline revealing her cleavage. The wayward gnaw of desire for the woman that she was to him claimed his attention and aroused his longing for her once more. He stroked her skin, at her slender shoulders, with both hands, his thumbs moving slowly to caress her neck under that wonderful silken hair.

She felt him kiss the top of her head. “You…you can’t be jealous of him, of Frank, can you?”

“No, not jealous but worried what he might do to you if you argued. I don’t know what to feel or think about that,’ he answered sullenly and sought to move away from her. She gripped his hands and slowly pressed them against the tumble of her breasts. Darryl gasped in dismay at what she had done. “You don’t have to make it up to me again. I said that I understand if you’ve got your doubts about what we’ve done.”

Despite his protestations, Mabel knew that he remained besotted with her.

“Don’t I? How you are with me, now, makes me think that I do have to make it up to you, darling, and what I fell into doing with Frank. There was no pleasure in it…”

He heard her soft gasp as he squeezed and felt the weight of her shapely, firm breasts and could so easily admit to being dismayed, possessively so, by the thought that someone else had touched her in these intimate ways.

“I said that understand what made you do it and to take him back.”

She turned on the seat to look up at him before she met the press of his lips to her cheeks. She chose to avoid Darryl’s sought-after kiss on her mouth, but she pushed her hands over his warm skin and stroked it.

“I guess I just needed a moment’s comfort from him, from Frank,” she whispered, looking into his eyes and seeking his reaction. Darryl would know that she was not the promiscuous sort, even though she had fallen from grace by sleeping with him. She clung to the excuse of having sought solace from him for what Frank had done. It failed to offer an acceptable excuse for what had happened between them when Frank had left the first time.

“I said that I understand what made you do it, taking him back in.”

“He first came to the house to see how I was,’ Mabel went on as if she hadn’t heard him. ‘Your father’s been of some help with the house and he asked for a favour before I agreed to take him back.”

“You wanted to forget what we did?”

“Perhaps, yes, but with him it wasn’t the comfort that I wanted to find, after all. Perhaps I wanted to…”

“Ease your conscience for what we had been doing for some time?”

“Yes, that too.” She met his gaze and saw the angry set of his mouth. “You still seem to think that what we did has been so easy for me.”

“No, but if it was bothering you then why continue with it for so long?”

“You know why! Rejection is not easy to take. You helped me through, no matter how wrong it was.”

Darryl felt Mabel shake. He knew only too well what was at work in her, his presence a reminder of how their relationship had changed. They had tumbled out of control and crossed every known boundary. She kept his embrace to her, wrapped her fingers with his, and kept their hands on her body.

“I can’t help but want you,” he said kissing her shoulders as Mabel kept his hands on her body.

He loved to feel her warmth, to breathe in what remained of her preferred scent, to see the woman that she was to his eyes. The knot of longing for her grew tighter with every moment that passed and he could touch her and take in what she would bring once more, the sight of her inflaming his senses.

“I…I can feel how it is for you, again, darling,” she said looking up at him. “You have no shame and that bothers me.”

“I am with a woman that I think of and want again, so much.”

“And those feelings remained, even when Frank was around again and here with me?”

“Yes, I feel that way again and I have to ask…ask if you want to find a way through again, but only with me?” He spoke as he pressed his lips to her hair and felt her nod, slowly, Mabel moving to meet his caresses upon her. “I’m possessed by thoughts of you…of anyone else touching you…crazy and forbidden as they all are. Tell me to stop, tell me that it’s crazy what I am doing and what I feel about you. Being here is never a waste of time.”

“And it isn’t for me, either.”

She had heard the plea in his voice but had become ensnared by her feelings, and responses to what his touches upon her again aroused. The pursuit of distraction and lustful engagement with her disturbingly jealous son, as he now seemed to be to her, would be set against what had happened with Frank.

“Is it any crazier than what I did with Frank? I’m impatient and I’m no good at living on my own. You have known that for some time and helped me.”

“You’re not living on your own.'”

“You know what I mean!” she snapped, shifting in her seat.

“Steady,” he asked of her.

Darryl soon stood between her parted thighs, the skirt of her nightgown tightening and shaping her legs. Mabel did not resist as he drew the skirt up until Darryl could caress the warm skin of her slender legs. He felt her hands move over his body then under the rim of his briefs that he had put on before coming downstairs to find her in the kitchen.

She caressed his hips before she found him. She could not help but shiver on feeling his state of arousal, once more, and wrapped one hand around his throbbing cock. It twitched in her caressing grip.

“Darling…my darling, boy. You think of me in such destructive ways. You’re obsessed again with me, aren’t you, or is it all about what you can see of me…of my body?”

Her sighs of dismay were met by his look upon her, the slow rhythmic movement of his body as she caressed him, her touch warm and soft, almost soothing. The bond that had formed between them, over the years, had never suggested that this could happen; the pursuit of a physical relationship to set alongside undoubted and deep affection for each other.

“You…you know what the sight of you and your touches will do to me, even though we said we wouldn’t go there again,” he murmured, now bending to kiss her, slowly and then deeply. “I’ve stayed true to you in so many ways. But comfort also comes by being with you, wrong as it is and has been and that no one will ever know of. It’s become a drug, a wasting drug that…that seeing you now, in your nightie, only makes real. I’ve said nothing about that.”

“I know how difficult it has been to let go, for both of us,” she answered sharply, then moderating her tone, Darryl’s words only too direct and stating the obvious.

She had fallen into pandering to his obsession with her as she sought to overcome her acute sense of abandonment by Frank and that his offer of comfort, in a forbidden way, made possible.

“Did you hear what I said, that you’ve become a drug to me?”

“I know, my darling, just don’t remind me. Just be here with me whenever you can until I have sorted out my life. It’s going to take so much longer than I hoped it would, without you being with me in the ways that we once knew. It’s evil to feel the way that I do about you, and what we’ve shared again.”

She spoke as her arms drew him to her and she felt the press of his hard penis against her chest, between the tumble of her breasts. Darryl heard and felt the soft caress of her voice, her warm breaths on his skin.

“I can’t let the feelings go and the girlfriends I have, or had, have been of no use in this and just bring a different distraction from what’s going on inside me. None of that lasts and…and with you, it is so different.’

He had no one to talk to about what had gone down between them, but that didn’t mean he never thought about how to get out of the spiral of wanting her. He went along with the plan to be of any help that he could be and to satisfy his craven desire for the woman whom he could now look at and feel press against him; the woman he had taken to bed last night and whom he now wanted to be with again. He wanted to be buried again in her moist heat; to feel that body of hers against his skin and to lose himself in her again.

Whatever she said, her actions revealed something quite different.

“And we’ve got to help each other with them, somehow. I can’t believe what has become of us in these ways.”

Mabel simply held him and rested her cheek against the warmth of his skin, for an instant, as she felt him tug away his briefs and his penis arced out from a taut belly. She groaned on seeing his state of arousal. It couldn’t happen again between them, could it, she to be claimed by the young man who, she knew, remained infatuated with her, lusted after her, and for what she knew was still a tended and voluptuous body, the swell of her breasts unmistakable under the soft silk of her nightdress, the touch of the fabric like a caress when she moved. All of this he had seen before and now lusted after again.

“You’re so well made….you’re so well made!”

He moved away from her, enough, for Mabel to see his trembling length of flesh and how hard it was. It arced up from the spiral of hair at his groin and she had to reach out and caress it with trembling hands, to stroke its length and gently cup his heavy sac. He simply stood quite still as she kneaded his balls, slowly and intently. She then used it to caress her womanhood in a wanton display of her need to know of him again.

“Darling how are we going to deal with this?” she felt compelled to ask, kissing his chest and embracing him, her hands stroking his buttocks and drawing him to her. She had spoken in a trembling voice as she felt herself fall into the maelstrom of desire for a young man, her horny and obsessive son. “I…I need help too with what is happening, Darryl, darling. I know that too. I need to meet a man who can make my life real again.”

“Help me with it…help me with it all, Mabel! Help me with what I feel for you and have felt for so long and…and I will help you!”

He gasped as she slowly resumed her caresses to the swollen tip of his penis, just as he had seen her do with Frank, but without the raging emotions that they now aroused in each other. There was the promise of again tasting the forbidden fruit that had been their tempestuous and illicit affair.

“Be with me again and take me to bed!” she cried out, sliding off the chair and running away from him, the skirt of her nightdress falling over her thighs, the unmistakable sway of her breasts exciting him beyond enduring. “How can we do this…we can’t let go again, can we?'”

He did not share her dismay that they were falling into an emotional abyss once more. “We have our reasons, so let’s just do it!”

He grabbed his briefs off the floor and rushed up the stairs and to her room, the soft glow of a single bedside light enough for them to take in what they would again bring to each other. Mabel reached out to touch his trembling prick and gaped at how it jerked and swung as he moved to close the space between them.

“Look what you bring to me…what I have aroused in you…all of it forbidden…as it should be…and that you cannot control!”

“It’s all true and I need to go with you.”

His hands wandered over her body, from her throat to her cleavage before he cupped and fondled her breasts. His caresses were surprisingly tender, wondering, and sublimely sensual. She could not keep from groaning out of pleasure and in surrender to his renewed claims upon her body.

“I’m here with you and you’ll have me again!” she gasped, reaching up to draw his head down so that she could be kissed in wanton ways. She wanted to give of herself again, all sense of propriety and restraint forsaken.

He ached to feel her warm skin against him, then to be enveloped by her moist heat and to be drained by all that they pursued, what he sought of her and that she took from him. His penis ached from their coupling earlier in the night, but he wanted to feel her embrace on him, the brush of her breasts against his chest and the urgent clutch of her hands on his hips and buttocks as she encouraged his tamping movements, or she guided him in the forbidden, raging, pursuit of all that would follow; their concession to unrestrained carnality that their circumstances, who they were to each other, would take them.

“It’s not going to be enough!” she cried out, “never enough!”

Mabel looked searchingly into his eyes as he stood gloriously naked before her, his strong body meant for someone else and younger and not to be claimed by her, but she could not resist him as his hands let her hair slip through his fingers and a quite different look was now to be seen in his eyes.

He lusted after her again.

“I…I can’t talk to anyone about this, the deeper truth! We would both be in so much trouble if I told anyone how I shared love with you.”

“It’s a forbidden love I now feel for you, along with so much more,’ she answered, rising to stand on tiptoes to kiss him and feel the brush of his penis against her belly. Darryl’s blessed, his penis is longer and thicker than she ever knew Frank’s to be. She felt the flush of wetness between her legs as he pushed it between them, the hem of her nightdress again around her waist, before he caressed her pussy’s moist lips with it once more, in slow strokes, as if they were in a dance. She clung to him, dismayed at his state of arousal. “You feel it so strongly…and is it always for me?”

“It’s so crazily different with you, that’s all I’m going to say.”

She clung to him and exulted in the rushes that his claims upon her aroused. “Go on, darling…go on. Go on and waste me again as only you can!”

Darryl laughed as only he could in the situation that they pursued once more.

“Count on it and I’ll love you as only I can,” Darryl kissed as he undressed her and crushed Mabel to him, feeling the brush of her hard nipples on his chest as he lifted her to him. They soon fell back on the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist as his penis pressed at her wet slit, the tip caressing her pussy’s parted lips but going no further.

“Darling, go on!’ she exclaimed as he moved down between her legs, expertly placing slow kisses to her thighs as he reached for her slit and brushed his fingers over it. How was she to explain this? She was being made love to, she of all the people in his life.

Her pussy was beautifully trimmed. It was bright pink inside, surrounded by darker labia and she was moist from his caresses and thoughts of them being joined once more. He pushed out his tongue and dragged it over the length of her wet slit, lapping on its juices as the scent of her sex filled his nostrils and the taste of her coated his flickering tongue.

He caressed her thighs and looked up at her, saw the distant look in Mabel’s eyes as he performed an act that had her whisper and whimper his name. She rolled her head from side to side as if in denial of what was happening and she clasped him in her distraction and dismay that they would have intercourse again, and in her bed.

“Are you sure about this?’ he kissed, pressing his face to her mound once more and sliding his tongue over her moist lips, using his fingers to part them before his tongue dipped into her in probing flickers and licks. Mabel lifted her hips to meet Darryl’s claims upon her trembling body, the grip of her hands guiding, and not restraining him.

“How can I be sure?” she cried out, “But yes, darling, I’ve been lost without you these last few weeks, since we stopped loving and Frank used me…did not love me!”

Her eyes were wide open, and she took in his admiring look upon her. She was overwhelmed by her feral longing and couldn’t believe it was happening again between them. She failed to stifle moans and sharp intakes of breath that let him know the effect that he again had upon her. They would pursue forbidden, raging, pleasure with each other once more.

She despaired at what she would again succumb to, the search for wayward and forbidden comfort from her son. He was a surrogate for the man that she had lost, yet her raging desire was no excuse for what had befallen her and the remedy all that she now ached to pursue with Darryl again.

He had breached every defence, mental and physical, that she had sought to put up to prevent what was happening again.

Mabel felt the swirl of emotions, lust and restraint, the forsaking of rules that she had lived by; those of love and dismay, even anger, that her much-loved boy sought to claim her in these destructive and future-less ways. Somehow, they had to navigate through the storm of emotions that so often overwhelmed them until a peaceful place in each other’s lives could again be found.

Darryl trailed kisses down over her body before his mouth settled on her pussy’s lips. He then moved to place his open mouth over her slit, darting his tongue into her and teasing her clit, moving back and forth in a steady and bewitching rhythm that provoked her to buck her hips and move them from side to side.

She was taking him as her lover once more, the contradictions of what she pursued with him pushed to one side.

“Darryl! Darryl…darling!” she called out as he moved his mouth up and down, over her mound and his tongue found her, offered soft and slow sucks that had her moaning, provoked her to gyrate her hips against his face. How was it possible to react to the boy’s claims upon her? It was maddeningly pleasurable and her body felt on fire, ripples of pleasure provoking her to gasp and clutch at him.

“Share it with me!” he called out, overcome with the pleasure that the clamp and caress of her thighs on his face aroused in him. She was a woman, not Mabel or a family member, but a woman and lover he desired to love to a raging conclusion.

“I am sharing this with you!” she gasped, on faltering breaths, the strain of holding on to be heard in her voice. He would make her climax just with the use of his mouth and tongue. “Darryl! Darryl! Where did you learn that?”

He did not answer, and she gasped in dismay, and out of errant pleasure, as he slowly entered her body and began to pursue ever deeper claims upon it, her breaths rising in tempo and the rhythmic slap of their skins a declaration of what they again sought from each other. She dismissed all thoughts of who had fanned the embers of what they had once shared in emotionally tempestuous times. They were sharing as equals all over again and pursued each other with a frenzied intensity, the sound of their noisy coupling to be pursued to a shattering climax.

Everything else was very far from her mind.

♥”Darryl, no darling, no! You can’t love me again…I ache from where you’ve been!”

Mabel gasped and tried to push her lustful lover away, her thoughts in turmoil after what she had succumbed to and then shared with him. She breathed in the musky aroma of their sex and could taste it in his mouth whenever Darryl kissed her. He had been wild in his loving of her, the pleasure discovered, again, riotously at odds with her guilty conscience. “It feels so wrong that we’ve done this again…and you know it is!”

Darryl rested on his elbows, the silky warmth of her legs resting over the back of his thighs, and he delighted in the glow on Mabel’s skin. He basked in the clammy warmth of her body against his belly. Despite her calls to him, she caressed his back in long slow strokes, squeezed the skin of his buttocks, and squirmed in her efforts to keep him from reclaiming her, his penis rubbing over her moist lips and prodding into her slicked heat.

His continued state of arousal dismayed her, and she could not deny the effect that this had upon her.

“But you still asked me to be here like this, to have sex and take you out of yourself…to screw…for us to make love…call it what you want.” His tone seemed to convey a casual indifference to her wish to deny what had happened. “I care enough to want to help you through in every crazy way that you want and have wanted from me moments ago, and even from the first times we shared in this.”

His blunt ways of speaking astonished her for the expression of a destructive truth.

“I don’t know what to do about any of this,” she moaned in dismay as she met his renewed claims upon her, all of it so practiced after previous trysts that defied all that had gone before, and she had failed to prevent from happening again.

“Yes, you do, and wonderfully so. You could have stopped me.”

“That’s right, you’re now going to blame me!”

She tugged on his hair to make Darryl look at her, the bed creaking softly underneath them. She had been taken out of herself, completely, and had heard the slap of their skins and ached from her efforts to keep up with him, the slip and squelch of probing and accepting flesh, their cries to each other filling the room.

“Blame cuts both ways and responsibility too, but I can’t deny it. I love every moment with you and what I can touch and kiss…to feel all of your body against me.” She sought to push his questing hands away as Darryl held her to him and sought her concession to his ways once more. “Mabel, let’s love again, please?”

She reached between them and clamped a hand to his prick that stabbed into her belly, then slid between her thighs, to feel it arousing the gnaw of longing that, despite what was being said, coursed again through her body with every slicked caress that he offered.

“Stop Darryl, darling, just stop!”

“We’ve found how this can go between us again, haven’t we?”

She heard his low, persuasive voice, and felt his breaths on her enervated skin as Darryl sought her concession to his ways once more. He couldn’t force himself on her, now that she had given voice to her conscience, but that ignored the effect upon him of being able to hold her naked body in his arms and to have claimed her moist heat. They had shared in the tempestuous acts of loving and spending, and they had done that in each other’s arms. He had offered solace but of a wayward and passionate kind.

Now, he wanted more of her.

“Darling, you know I get lost in these ways with you, but that is no excuse for going on.” She met a slow kiss to her face, then lips as a questing hand cupped her mound and two fingers pressed slowly into her moist heat, grazed over her shaven skin.

“And I can’t turn these feelings off, just like that,” he said petulantly before pressing his lips to the swell of her breasts.

“I know, and neither can I,” she sighed, keeping his face to her skin and feeling his breaths on her. “I realize that again, now. I needed special moments again, but I can’t bear to think too far ahead. Everything is still so raw and Frank played on that. He took advantage of me.”

“But I never did, and I was helping you through those moments, as I did again tonight.”

He gazed down wonderingly at her breasts, so full and round, and he bent to kiss their tips and felt Mabel’s hands guide him in his claims upon them. She caressed his hips with her thighs and clung to him, breathing in their shared heat and the musky aroma of the sex that had been shared. Wayward pleasure had been found through evil acts, not excused by her search for comfort.

“You can show me what you feel in other ways. I didn’t bring you up to behave in this way and with me.”

“Perhaps, but we’ve gone way beyond finding excuses, And explanations are just words…”

“Even if I say them,” she said, interrupting him. ” Is that what you think of me now?”

“No, and you know that’s not so.”

Darryl paid no further attention to what she said to dismiss what had happened and what he wanted from her again. His weight bore down upon her, and he pushed on her thighs to have her spread them wider before he slowly thrust into her moist warmth, Mabel’s muscles soon clamping on his questing prick.

He proceeded slowly and judged whether what she had told him were just words to delay the inevitable and what her horny lover, her son, needed from her.

“You’ve helped me through again…but don’t force me to do this again! I’ll get through, and you need help with what you ask of me!” She asked him what she wanted the future to hold for them both. “Make it up with your girlfriend or find someone you can love!”

She gripped his hips to slow his sinuous movements as he moved to coax her into abandoning any thoughts of stopping what he was doing, and the slow rise of pleasure, and unquenchable yearning, that his ways in finding her with that wonderful penis had again aroused.

He kissed and caressed her, slowly moving deep within her and she struggled once more to resist his ways, Darryl’s intuition that her restrained responses still revealed a wish to love him again. Her boy was in her and all that had to happen was for her to concede and a tempestuous fuck, for there was no other word to describe what they shared, could resume or be pursued once more.

She slowed him still further in his ways, yet felt the flare of unbearable yearning for him, how his gorged penis filled and stretched her, caressed the walls of her moist heat as he gave her time to accept what would happen again.

“Love with me again, as you did before!” he called out to her.

“Please, Darryl!” she gasped, pushing feebly on his hips, her feet thrashing on the bed as his moves slowly increased in tempo, his long strokes followed by a rush of quicker strokes then easing back to slow, rhythmic, thrusts. “Please stop we’ve loved enough! Talk to me and help me through, but not like this!'”

He kissed her into silence, then claimed her breasts in his mouth as the tip of his arcing penis caressed her opening, teased her with its domed and slippery tip before he plunged back in without restraint until he could go no further.

Mabel panted to keep up with him, her body feeling as if there was no more she could do to control him in his passionate ways. Her arms were wrapped around his head and her thighs again caressed his body as she kept him deep inside her body, the sounds of his flesh meeting hers reaching them.

“Darryl!” she yelped, knowing that she’d lost it and was helpless in restraining him or stopping their wild rut. She did not struggle and, instead, chose to lie still on the bed. Her legs were spread wide, her knees up to her shoulders, and he gave her no chance to lower them.

“You feel so good in how we are together, and we’ll find a way through these times.”

He wanted her to close around him and to work him, bring him on, and for him to take her body, to feel her legs and arms wrapped around him as he brought the wildest of comfort to her and pursued reckless pleasure with the woman that she had become.

She couldn’t control her responses to what followed.

“You…you just spear me! You just spear me with that penis of yours! Let me feel it…let me know that you love me in what you ask of me!” she cried out, his movements arousing wild responses.

They provoked her into bucking her hips and for her muscles to clamp on his prick and to tug; to enfold all that he slammed into her and to respond as if she’d tear it from him, her practiced movements making him gasp, or to silence his cries against her breasts. The bed slammed against the wall, but they thought it of no consequence. No one would hear the noise they made, their calls, and the rhythmic creaking of the bed an accompaniment to their soaring need to be feverishly joined like this.

“Do you still want me to stop loving with you my beautifully passionate woman, Mabel?”

Darryl stared at her, smiling, knowing the effect his big cock had on his passionate yet neglected mother until he had stepped in to help her. He lay flat on her naked body, crushing her breasts under his chest. Mabel waited anxiously, then felt him move to thrust his prick deep, all the way into her, stretching and easing, rolling from side to side in his desire to caress all of her slicked haven.

He gasped through his efforts, feeling that he may be loving her in these reckless ways for the last time if what she had said moments ago were to be made real.

Mabel groaned. “Hm…ugh! Oh, Darryl what have you brought on me?”

“Made love to you of a different and forbidden kind!” he exulted.

The wonderful, full-breasted woman with her beguiling ways caressed his body with her warm thighs and revealed herself for the passionate woman that he knew her to be and to a wayward and lustful young man, her wayward and horny son. Their bond had changed over time and his obsession with her had changed beyond all reasoning when Frank had first abandoned her.

He had offered the comfort of a very different kind and had taken to each other, then, and now they were humping in rhythmic unison, their bellies slapping together and the bedsprings squeaking as they fucked feverishly and hungrily.

“Do you still want me to stop, Mabel? Well, do you?”

Mabel responded by twisting him around, surprising him with her strength, and pushing him onto his back. Now she was on top, her knees planted on the bed to either side of his hips, where she could control the speed and energy of their desperate and destructive union.

Mabel gripped his shoulders, her breasts with their hard, proud, nipples swaying heavily over his chest. Her face was flushed and contorted, a mask of uncontrollable passion to be seen, her gasps of effort and moans of pleasure becoming one.

“The last time…this is the last time you have me…or I have you!” she yelled, wiggling and humping her ass down again on him, shuddering as he slammed back into her ragingly tight pussy, his penis moving like a piston in its well-oiled sleeve. “Fuck me,” she gasped, unaware of the words she now uttered. “Fuck me, Darryl! Please, please, please, my darling boy…let me remember this…the comfort you brought…that…that’s…”

‘That’s no replacement for another man…and sex that’s legal?” he challenged on halting breaths yet knowing it to be a simple truth.

She leaned forward and kissed him into silence, yet Darryl felt Mabel nod her agreement to what had been said.

“Yes, I won’t deny it!” she finally replied, gracefully sweeping back her hair as she rode him, rocked and bucked her hips, clenched her muscles to work his prick as she felt the approach of her orgasm.

Darryl had looked up at her as she said it. They were loving in rhythmic unison, Mabel groaning and her sharp sighs announcing that she felt herself drawing closer to an orgasm that would waste her, take them to a place they had discovered earlier, and when he had returned to her bed.

“I’m yours, this one and last time, darling, Darryl!”

“Then it’s back to how it was?”

“Never, you should know that we have gone way beyond that!”

Mabel felt a violent orgasm welling up in her body. Rampant pleasure had again been seduced from him and she knew that Darryl was close, the grip of his hands on her hips keeping him so deep as she moved to keep him buried within her wet heat. She gushed, felt the moisture on the fingers she trailed over her pussy’s lips and that poked at the base of his shaft, each prick of her nail tips making him shudder as she was pulled down onto him.

“Love me…keep on loving me and my body! I’m…I’m coming!”

Darryl heaved his hips off the bed, thrust his prick into her, and burst in searing bolts of semen and quickening rushes; jerked and spurted his seed into her body as he pulled Mabel down onto him. She shuddered, her squeals of delight and dismay silenced as he kissed her deeply and lustfully, his hands clamping her breasts and squeezing until she had to pull away from these painful claims upon them.

She had succumbed and had felt a deep and sensual shiver course through her body as he erupted, expelled clammy bolts of his semen from his thrusting penis deep into her pussy. He kept on jerking as one pulse of vitality followed another, his gasps for breath met by her clawing hands on his chest and the slamming down of her body onto him.

She had felt vulnerable. Now she was triumphant to have shared in it. The events of recent days had all been loved away.

“What madness…what utter madness!” Mabel had squealed as she felt the spurted loads of his sperm slick the walls of her pussy as they closed around him and she moved to drain him of all that he brought, his groans of deep pleasure matched by her snatched breaths as she too climaxed again and again, her senses overwhelmed by pleasures that she should not have pursued with him, once more, but could not resist sharing. A young man’s lustful claims had taken and then wrapped her in moments of forbidden magic.

She whispered endearments and saw his hooded look as he basked in the pleasure she had bestowed on him. Yet, she was also thinking of how ashamed she felt and how sinful it was for a mother, a deserted mother to have so willingly given her body to her devoted, passionate, and intensely loving Darryl.

He carried enough emotional baggage, even after so many years under her roof and a life with her and Frank, to burden him with the consequences of what they had pursued. Talking of ending their affair was the easier part of their lives together and that his work could not interfere with.

Finally, exhausted from how they had loved, she moved off him and could not prevent Darryl from leaving their bed, soon hearing the power of his jetting stream as he pissed in the bathroom down the hallway.

“Shall I bring you a flannel and towel?” he called out to her.

“No, I’ll be with you!” she answered, his consideration touching her.

She rushed from their bed to be with him, to clean herself, and only then did she see the marks on her body; the pale red wheals on her breasts, her belly, and the insides of her thighs. Most of all, she felt his semen slick her thighs, how it matted her pubic hair.

“I love you for what you’ve done to be with me,” she whispered, clinging to him and pressing her lips to the skin of his back. “I’ll never live this down or wipe it all from my memory, but we have to stop being like this, my darling. We have to.”

She washed herself and met his look upon her as she did so, the unmistakable attraction to her that was to be seen in his eyes. He was in thrall to her and all that she brought to his sight and touch, and again with all that had been shared.

‘I don’t know how I’ll stay away from you but I’m going to try, will have to try.” He languished in her embrace as he went on. “Don’t be lonely but pick the right man to make your life complete again. Until then I will keep on worrying about you…and loving with you if you will allow me that.”

Mabel nodded and looked at him balefully.

“I won’t rush it, and our secret love will be kept safe, but please go now and let me get some rest. I want to be alone for a while, but will call you later.” They kissed and held each other in a tightening embrace. “There’s more to love than what we’ve shared for so long.”

“But it has helped you?”

Mabel reached out and brushed her fingers over his chest. Her boy possessed such vitality in his slender body, his long penis hanging down and to be thought of as a disfiguring feature. She suppressed a shiver on thinking back on all that she had known of him and how her body and mind had been possessed.

“Yes, your loving ways have been of help and have been of a strange comfort…but it cannot continue like this.”

Darryl followed her to the bedroom and saw the rumpled sheet and duvet, the pillows thrown to the floor during their tempestuous riding and loving of each other.

“I’ll do what you want and go,” he kissed, as she held her arms out to him after Darryl had spread the duvet over her. “I meant you no harm. I just wanted to love the woman you have always been to me. If you can, go to sleep now. I’m still close to you.”

“I know and that matters to me.”

She waited for him to get washed and return. She watched him get dressed and waited until he was ready to go.

“Darryl, darling,” she said in a low voice that suggested that she had something to confess. “I gave Frank every chance to make it right, but you know where they took me. There’s…there’s a man at work, not much younger than me, who’s been giving me the eye and helping me with some of the tasks my section’s been set. I’ve not encouraged it…”

“Go for it if you like him,” Darryl replied casually, and much to her dismay, and to assure her that her confession did not put him out. “Frank’s walked out on you and I hope that you won’t take him back. He’s done nothing for me lately…”

Mabel kissed him in farewell and brushed a fingertip caress to his face. “We seem to have lived an empty life with him, haven’t we?”

“Yeah, but we’ll get through. I want that for you, most of all.”

She saw him smile and look at her as she lay curled up in her bed. Mabel waited until she heard the front door close and the rumble of his motorcycle’s engine before the sound slowly faded away.

Yes, there was a man that she liked and who seemed to be attracted to her. How was she to live on with the knowledge of what she had succumbed to with Darryl as a way to get through the emotional turmoil of Frank’s desertion?

It never was a waste of time to love someone. You just had to be particular and not give yourself to just anyone.

♥