Mum 3 – More than kissing cousins – by Fatman50
Diary, Anal, Cock & ball torture, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Exhibitionism, Fisting, Incest, Male / Older Female, Oral Sex, Spanking, Water Sports/Pissing
Some experiences l had read about, some l had never dreamt about, my mother introduced me to a world of pleasure.
I tried not to wake up, tried to fight it but the dream began to fade, l wanted to stay there, stay with Gina but reality forced her away. I opened my eyes, there was a clock beside the bed it said six thirty. Why couldn’t l stay asleep just a few seconds longer, just a few more seconds with Gina.
I felt my mother’s hot breath on the back of my neck, her body still pressed next to mine as she slept, her arm draped over me, her hand resting just above my groin. I gently tried to lift her arm but she mumbled something and snuggled in closer, l felt her naked breasts against my back. I felt my erection growing, her hand moved downward gripping my cock.
“Mmmmmmm, morning,” she said in a sleepy voice. Her hand squeezed my cock as it came to full erection. “Mmmmmm, yes please,” she said, placing her leg over me.
I turned to face her as she rolled on top of me, then l was on my back with her lying full length on top of me.
“Mmmmm, what a lovely way to wake up,” she said, nuzzling her face against my chest, kissing each nipple in turn and sucking them. Her hand went between us, guiding my cock between her thighs until it rested there, nestled against her cunt. She lifted her face from my chest, looking down at me, she must have seen the moisture in my eyes.
“You we’re dreaming of her weren’t you,” she said, “l heard you mumbling and once you called out her name.”
“I can’t help it Mum,” l said.
“I know baby,” she said, sliding up my body like a snake until we were face to face.
“I love her Mum,” l said.
“I know baby,” she whispered, “and l know how much it hurts, believe me l do, first love can be very painful.”
“You don’t understand Mum, how can you possibly understand. I know l can’t have her, l know she’s much older, but she’s so beautiful Mum.”
“I know baby,” she said, kissing me. “Believe me baby, l do understand, loving someone and having them taken away from you is very painful.”
I looked up and saw pain in her face.
“What do you mean Mum,” l said, “what happened, what is there l don’t know?”
“Oh baby,” she said, “there is so much you don’t know.”
“About you and Dad you mean?”
“Oh no,” she replied, “long before your father came on the scene.”
“I never knew you had a boyfriend before Dad, l suppose l never thought about it.”
“Of course you didn’t” she said, “no-one ever mentions it, and your father doesn’t know.”
I didn’t say anything, she knew l wanted to know. She slid off me, lying by my side, l put my arm around her and she rested her head on my chest. My hand rested on her breast, she snuggled into me so l left it there.
“Well you know Eileen and l grew up on the farm,” she started, “your Grandad was a farm labourer and your Grandma worked in the milking parlour. There was never much money so as soon as l finished school l had to get a job. I’d heard the vicar in town was looking for a new upstairs maid and he knew me well so l went to see him and got the job.”
“The vicar had a maid?” I said.
“It was normal then,” she replied, “it was called going into service. It was a good job, they were kind people, l had my own room, free meals and a little spending money each week. Eileen followed me two years later, she worked as kitchen maid. Then the war came and l had to do work for the war effort, l went into the ammunition factory, Eileen took over my job but l still lived in the vicarage.”
“That’s where you met Dad?” I asked.
“Much later,” she replied. “There was an army base just outside town, they used to have dances every Saturday, Eileen and l started going, that’s where she met Bert. When the Americans entered the war, they had soldiers there too, they always had more money and the girls flocked to them with dreams of getting married and living in America. Anyway, Eileen has always been more outgoing than me and she was keen on Bert, then she got pregnant so they had to marry in a hurry.”
“I was walking by the river one day and l noticed an American soldier sat writing in a notebook. I could see he was black, we didn’t have any black men in town so he was a bit of a novelty. I said hello and he was startled, he jumped up and apologised for startling me, l told him that was okay. We got talking, his name was Eugene, he told me he came from Mississippi. I asked what he had been writing, he said poetry, l asked to see, oh David it was beautiful.”
“I asked why l hadn’t seen him at the dance, he said that black soldiers weren’t allowed to socialise with the whites or to socialise with white girls. I thought that was stupid, l had no idea about discrimination in those days. We talked for ages, he told me all about where he lived, he said both his grandparents had been born slaves, he said they were very poor that was why he had joined the army. We arranged to meet again and we met every week. Soon l knew l was in love with him, he was so gentle and talked about beautiful things, animals and birds.”
“Did you have sex?”
“Not the kind of sex we have no,” she replied, “but yes, after a long while, the invasion of Europe was coming and we started making love, he was so gentle.”
“I’ve read that black men have bigger cocks,” l said.
Mum didn’t answer, and when l squeezed her breast gently she didn’t respond. I felt a wetness on my chest. I moved slightly and looked down at her, l could see she was crying.
“I’m sorry Mum, did l hurt you?” I said.
“No, not physically,” she replied, “but it wasn’t about sex with us David, yes, he was big but he was so gentle and l loved him so much. The invasion was coming and l knew he would have to leave me, he promised to come back for me, he wrote me a beautiful poem, l still have it at home, l read it now and again.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“Well, first off l fell pregnant,” she replied.
“Wow, so l have a brother or sister somewhere?”
“Let me finish,” she said. “I was going to tell him, we had a regular meeting point. I was waiting for him but he was late, l almost gave up, then he appeared, he had run all the way from the camp. He told me they were preparing to move out, he didn’t know much but we both presumed it was for the invasion. He could only stay a few minutes, l couldn’t bring myself to tell him l was pregnant. We kissed, then he had to go.”
“He’d promised to write when he could, it was three weeks after the invasion and l hadn’t heard from him. I had to gather my courage and go up to the camp, there was only a handful of American soldiers there. I spoke to a Major, he was very kind, he took me into his office and looked through some papers. He told me that Eugene had been killed in the first wave on the beaches of Normandy. I left the camp in a daze, l didn’t know what to do, l was crying so much. I went to our meeting place, l had his poem. I cried and cried David.”
I held her close. “What about the baby?” I said.
“I was crying so much,” she replied. “I lay there sobbing and l felt a pain low down in my tummy. The pain grew and grew, then l felt wet between my legs. I lifted my skirt and saw blood, l didn’t know what to do. I just lay there David while l lost his baby, l was in a terrible state, l had to cope with it on my own, l tore off pieces of my petticoat to clean up as best l could, then l had to get back to the vicarage.”
“Didn’t you go to the hospital?” I asked.
“I couldn’t, l was a single girl, pregnant, you have no idea what it would have been like, the shame, then, if they found out l had been with a black man it would have been much worse. I managed to get back by dodging behind bushes and into shop doorways. I went to my room and got on the bed but the vicar’s wife must have seen me, she came to my room and found me.”
“What did she do?”
“Oh she was wonderful,” Mum replied, “she sent the cook to fetch the doctor, then cleaned me up and got rid of everything. The doctor came every day for a week and l was cared for until l had recovered enough to go back to work. No-one else knew, l did tell Eileen some months later, she was living up here then with Carol as a baby, she was living with Bert’s parents.”
“So how did you end up with Dad?” I asked.
“Oh it was months later,” she said, “he had transferred from another factory, he was working in the laboratories, l had changed jobs and was working as an assistant. We ended up working together, you wouldn’t believe it David but he was charming, we began seeing each other, going to the pictures and places, then he asked me to marry him, l don’t think l ever loved him but l was damaged goods and afraid l would be on my own all my life.”
“That must have been awful Mum, l never knew,” l said.
“I know baby,” she said, “but eventually l ended up with you and suddenly the world was a better place, l loved you so much from the start, we never had much money but l would walk you through the park in your pram and was so proud when people admired you.”
“So when did this all start with Bert and your sister?”
“Oh well, Bert has always been a bit of a lad,” she said. “Whenever we got together he would flirt with me. He always seemed to be doing something dodgy and often, when no-one was looking he would put his hand on my bottom.”
“Didn’t you mind?”
“I found it quite exciting,” she said, “your father has never been a passionate man and Bert seemed the opposite, then one day Eileen told me that she suspected he was seeing another woman. I was shocked but then she said that two could play at that game, l asked what she meant and she said she had a lover, a single man from down the street. I was shocked but Eileen just laughed about it, she started telling me all about the sex, the things they did together, it got so l couldn’t wait to go and visit each time to find out what she had been doing.”
“Didn’t Bert suspect anything?” I asked.
“Quite quickly actually,” she said, “but initially he never said anything, he started following her. Then one day, Eileen was in bed with her lover and Bert walked in, Eileen didn’t know what to do, the man she was with tried to get away but Bert made him stop and told him he could carry on fucking Eileen but he wanted to watch.”
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