Post Natal

Literotic asexstories – Post Natal by Atomica24,Atomica24 Thank you for reading my short story, I hope that you enjoy it. Mica xx Yorkshire, England

It was early on Sunday morning, my son and his wife were coming to dinner, it was a bit of routine. Neither of them really cooks, and a roast dinner is a bit beyond them. Sunday morning is my meal prep time. I peel potatoes, floret the cauliflower, slice the cabbage, top and tail the carrots, So, they come to us, we all have a lovely lunch, and then, when they go, they leave their baby in my loving care until Tuesday.

My grandbaby, John, oh he is such a love. Six months old, already we are weaning him, and he is beginning to crawl. Mostly backwards it has to be said, but the idea is there. No words or teeth yet, but that will come soon, he is more alert and advanced each time we see him, every day he seems to progress.

We had finished Sunday Dinner, Sarah, my daughter in Law, was sat in the garden with my husband Greg, and Matthew my son was in the kitchen with me as I cleared up. He doesn’t help as such, but at least he doesn’t abandon me.

“At least you and Sarah will get a bit of alone time this afternoon, that will be good. It must be difficult having some time for yourselves with John needing you still so much.”

“Well you would think so mum, but no.”

“No? Why no?”

“She says she is not healed properly yet mum.”

“Ridiculous, I was healed in a few weeks.”

“That is what she says.”

“Well, she can help you out in other ways surely.”

“No, that’s not on either.”

“Have you spoken to her, does she need to see the GP? There must be something wrong somewhere. I mean you didn’t have problems before did you?”

“Well, no, not when we were trying for a baby, but then when we were expecting it kind of dried up, so we didn’t damage the baby.”

“So pretty much a year without? That’s cruelty, in my opinion.”

He just nodded. “Oh, do you remember Annette that I used to go out with, before Sarah?”

“Yes, blonde, big boobs, long legs, why?”

“She sent me a text the other day, just asking how I was, how things were, and we should catch up.”

“That is dangerous.”

“What have I got to lose?”

“Your marriage, my grandson.”

“Doesn’t feel much like a marriage to me at the moment.”

Not really very much I could say, I don’t think I have gone twelve days without, never mind twelve months. It is not my place to advise him, he is grown up, left home, married, and has a baby. My duties as a mum should be done.

When John stays with us, we have a crib in our room, soon though he will be going into the nursery next door, but for now he sleeps with us, and if we want to be intimate, then we are, we get on with our life.

Matthew came to pick John up on Tuesday evening after work had finished. We had fed John and changed him and put him in clean clothes ready.

“Hello baby,” I greeted him, “how was work?”

“Hello mum,” he answered, hugging me tight, perhaps a little too tight. “Work is fine, a bit of a refuge if I am honest.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, things are a bit tense at home. I tried talking to her, but she just says I am being insensitive.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Yes, she ended up crying, and then every time I entered a room she was in, she left.”

“Oh dear baby.”

“Oh, and Annette texted again, saying she would love to catch up, perhaps we could catch up on lunch time near my office.”

“She knows where you work then?”

“Er, yes.”

I wasn’t going to press him on that, I guessed that it had been more than just a text, I ought to keep out of that side of things.

I helped get John into his car, there was no stuff to take back, as we have everything John needs here with us. All they need to do is bring baby and he is sorted. After Matthew had left with John I sat and had a think. Sarah was either ill in some way and needed medical help, or perhaps she was having an affair, or I couldn’t think of any other option. I decided I would go round and see her the next day.

In the morning, I showered, knickers bra, dress and sliders and drove round to their house. Matthew would be at work, it should be just John and Sarah at home. I parked next to Sarah’s car and opened their front door.

“Only me,” I called as I went in.

“Down in a minute,” Sarah called.

I went into the kitchen and put the kettle on. I stood looking out of the window into their garden. I know it is easy to be critical, but it really did need some attention. The borders were weed strewn, and the lawn barely mowed. I mentally tutted. Matthew was at work all week, Sarah was at home, she only need to do a bit each day.

Sarah came down, “Sorry wasn’t expecting you,” she said, John on her hip.

“Hello you,” I said couching his cheeks.

“I am worried about you. I had to come and see you.”

“What’s Matthew been saying?”

“Why do you ask that?”

“You never said anything on Sunday.”

“No.”

“So what’s he said?”

“I just said on Sunday to Matthew that I expect it will be nice to get back home after you left us and to be able to have some alone time, just the two of you.”

“Right. I can imagine what he said to that.”

“Can you Sarah? Then if so, you must understand that something isn’t right between you, and that puts your marriage at risk, and that puts my son and grandson at risk.”

“Just ‘cus I won’t fuck your little boy. I am not healed inside. Would you have him damage me?”

“Sarah, if you are not back together inside after six months, then you need to see a doctor, your health is at risk. Besides, Matthew said it was more like twelve months, pretty much since you caught with John. You keep withholding that side of your marriage, and that is grounds for divorce, and you would lose. Can you not find any way around it, you know, use your hands or your mouth for example.”

“It’s all about your boy, what about me? My needs?”

“It is about you. I don’t want you and Matthew to separate, I don’t. Something is wrong and I think the first port of call is for you to see a doctor.”

“And if I don’t agree?”

“Well, I have heard that men in similar situations usually have affairs, and the marriages don’t usually last.”

“Again, just about the men.”

“Oh Sarah, no, it really isn’t. Something is very wrong; you must see that. It is not natural to withhold sex like that. If you wanted someone to go to the doctors with you, I would, and I wouldn’t say anything to Matthew. Seriously I am genuinely concerned for you.”

“If you are so worried about Matthew, then you fuck him, give him what he needs.”

“Oh Sarah, you have it wrong, it is you I am worried about. I am not worried about Matthew, he is a big boy, and I am sure he will find what he needs sooner or later.”

‘Or it will find him in the form of an ex girlfriend,’ I thought.

I was getting nowhere. I had a cuddle with John and then as she let me out, I turned and hugged her. “Anything I can do, just let me know.”

As I drove home there was one thing that she had said that turned in my mind. “You fuck him.” It had never even crossed my mind, why should it? He’s my son, most mum’s don’t have sex with their son.

On Thursday Matthew popped in on his way home from work. Greg had gone to the pub to watch football and said he would home around nine. I hadn’t expected Matthew so I was just wearing my normal attire of a robe and nothing more.

“Oh. Mat. I wasn’t expecting you.”

“No. Sarah told me you popped round.”

“Yes, I was worried about her after what you said, but I could get no sense out of her.”

“She was less than complimentary about you.”

“I can guess. Oh well, I am sorry if it has made things worse for you.”

“It can’t be any worse mum, believe me.”

“Might you split up?”

“I don’t want to, but well, there is something I need and she won’t give it.”

“I know baby.”

“Mum, your robe.”

“What about it?”

“It’s all undone I can see you.”

“Oh Mat that’s the last thing you want to see, your old mum’s body.”

“Don’t be silly, you are not old, and from what I can see, still see, it is up there with the best.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, you can’t find any interest in this,” I said pointing to the gap in my robe.

Matthew closed the gap between us, grabbed a side of my robe in each hand, pulled it apart and then pulled me to him. I could clearly feel his erection.

“Mum, I think you can feel that I can.”

I didn’t know what to do, had he made the first move, or had I by allowing my robe to open? I put my hand between us and felt his erection. Hard.

“Come upstairs,” I said and went up to my bedroom, pulling my robe off on the way, he would be getting quite an eyeful as he followed his naked mum up to her bedroom.

“Get your clothes off,” I said as I dropped my robe onto my dressing stool and went and lay on the bed, watching him pull his clothes off. I hadn’t seen his dick since he was a teenager, and it looked nicely proportioned. Sarah is a fool.

“You’ll have to get me ready,” I said, this wasn’t going to be a wham bam thank you mam. This was going to happen and he was going to do it properly.

Matthew came across to the bed, he stooped and kissed me, not a chaste kiss, this was full blown passion, his lips moist and mouth open, he covered my lips, his tongue probing as a hand massaged my right boob, gently tweaking my nipple and then rolling it between his thumb and finger. His hand left my boob and roamed further down, touching, just slightly, my clit before delving into my valley, slipping easily between my wet labia to seek my entrance.

As he slipped down my valley I gasped into his kisses, his tongue pressed harder and then withdrew. He pulled away and went down, his tongue seeking my clitoris, I gasped again as he nibbled it with his teeth and his fingers passed my entrance, opening me, widening my fanny, fingers easing in and out as if a gentle shag. My head tipped back raising my shoulders, I felt a tension grow, so early in love making, so soon.

His fingers inside me, he must be crooking them, my fanny was stretching, opening and closing around his fingers, I squeezed my fanny, trying to clamp his fingers, it was too soon. His fingers were moving in and out, shagging me, his dick bouncing off my shins, it felt so hard and capable, would I experience it soon I wondered, or would he regain his senses, realising that I was his mum, not his muse or his wife.

I felt my pressures building, my fanny was tensing, my buttocks clenching tight beneath me. My nipples had hardened, and I could feel the electricity building ready to shoot around my body.

“Shag me Matthew,” I gasped fearing I could not last much longer.

His fingers slowly left me, my fanny feeling empty, his tongue withdrew from my valley and he moved up the bed, covering me, only the tip of his dick touching me. I reached down and held it, of it was so good, steel hard interior surrounded by soft outer skin, I needed it inside me. I lined it up with my entrance, and with my other hand on his buttocks, I pushed him down, his dick sliding past my entrance, through my opening and slowly he filled me.

I felt his foreskin bunch as he pushed inside me, I could feel a pulse in his dick as it moved within me, I felt him stretch my fanny and then I felt the pressure as he pushed at my depth. He had filled me. My son who left that place twenty years ago was back and had totally filled me, I was stretched.

I was so close, I am not sure how I didn’t explode as he penetrated, but I held on. I love sex with my husband, Matthew’s dad, and would never have cheated on him. This, this was different, it felt different, it didn’t feel like cheating.

Matthew began to move, deeply inside, almost out, feeling his skin rolling within me, feeling the end of his dick as it slipped past my bumps and ripples, feeling full, and then empty, and then he picked up his pace, and I could no longer feel the movements, it was a blur, empty, full, empty, full, pressure at my depth, then relief. I heard the slaps as his stomach crashed against my mons, and realised the gasps I could hear were me.

My electrics started fizzing, my pressures were building too much. I held Matthews back, pressing with my fingers, I pushed up with my hips, driving him deep inside me, my fanny clamping, holding, squeezing him, and then I screamed. Oh it was loud and it was long and as I screamed all my pressures released, my orgasm exploded, electrics shooting through my body carrying waves of pleasure, tinged with pains as my nerves contracted.

My back relaxed and I fell back to the bed just as Matthew began spurting inside me, oh my what a glorious feeling, I cannot properly describe the feeling as it shot inside me, flooding my womb, the cool of his sperms against the heat of my fanny, it was delicious, that is the only way I can describe it.

Matthew pulled back, his dick slipping from me and I felt the little river of his sperms fall from my fanny and dribble down between my cheeks. He rolled onto his back beside me.

“She is a fool forgoing that,” I said, “I am utterly shagged.”

“Better than…”

“I am not doing comparisons, but I will tell you this Matthew, if I find you have ever gone with another woman, then I shall never let you shag me again.”

“Oh. Even Sarah?”

“Yes, but especially Annette. You shag me or your wife. You still have a bit to learn.”

“Oh do I now, you seemed to quite enjoy.”

“I did, yes, but there was so much territory untouched.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, ‘oh’, Now, I think you have some clean up to do before your father comes home.”