In chapter 2 Jack and his mother continue to have sex together, but their relationship is developing both physically and emotionally. Elizabeth starts to open up to her son about her secret desires and masturbates in front of him, even going so far as to slide a fingertip into her anus, something she has done to herself in the past to trigger an orgasm. Jack is by now besotted by Elizabeth both as a lover and as a mother. He dreams of anal intercourse with her but wants to take things slowly.
This chapter is about the continued development of the relationship and how the couple reach new heights of eroticism, including Jack's eventual penetration of his mother's anus. It is recommended that you read chapters 1 and 2 first as they contain important background on Elizabeth's looks and character which are highly pertinent to the story line. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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Lying in the bottom of my mother's bedside drawer were a small, red, plastic vibrator, a bigger plastic vibrator, a large, latex dido, with a realistic head and details of veins, and a slim, purple latex butt plug. I looked at the little collection for a few seconds.
'You, er... you've used all these?'
Mum went very red and nodded. Leaning over, she picked up the bigger of the two vibrators.
'I bought this because I thought it would be nice to, you know, do myself with it while I was masturbating, but it wasn't as good as I thought it would be.' She picked up the big latex dildo. 'So I bought this and that was much better. And I practised licking and sucking it so that I could do it better for you.'
I could hardly believe my ears. 'I'm surprised you didn't use it when you made those videos for me, especially the second one.'
'I nearly did, but I was too embarrassed.'
She hadn't been too embarrassed to slide a finger into her anus on the second video, but I didn't say anything.
'Then this little red vibrator,' her voice dropped to a whisper, 'I bought that to put in my bottom while I was masturbating, but it wasn't very comfortable, it was too hard, too unyielding. So I got this instead.' She picked up the butt plug and held it out to me.
'And that works?'
'It's lovely,' she admitted. 'I use it quite a lot, especially since we've been... you know.'
'You've been masturbating in between us having sex?' I asked, even more intrigued.
'Oh God, Jack, every day. Sometimes two or three times a day. You do know what you've done to me don't you?' she continued before I could think of an answer. 'You've woken me up to what sex should be like, what I've been missing all my life. And now I can't seem to get enough of it.'
'So do you put the plug in before you masturbate?' I asked, curious.
'Yes. Sometimes a long time before. One day I went to the supermarket with it in. It was a real turn-on, thinking that if only all those people in the aisles and at the check-out knew. I was absolutely sopping by the time I got home.'
My face must have reflected my growing amazement because Elizabeth laughed and flung her arms around me.
'I've surprised you! For the first time in my life!'
'Though not for the last, I suspect,' I added. 'Is there anything else you need to tell me while we're on this sexual desires disclosure kick?'
'Well I did wonder,' she began, 'if we could look at a website, like you suggested.'
'Ok, well let's get into bed and we'll have a look on my phone.'
Mum stripped off her stockings and suspenders and we brushed our teeth and got ready for bed, just like any other mother and son who have just had deeply satisfying sex together on a Friday evening. She snuggled up with me under the duvet as I scrolled through the items for sale on the internet. The range was enormous and included some things that even I struggled to explain the purpose of. Two things caught mum's attention: the first was a restraint system, straps and Velcro cuffs designed to secure the lady (or gent) in a spreadeagled position on the bed, or doorframe.
'You'd like to try bondage?' I asked, quietly. I'd never experimented with it but the idea was attractive, especially the idea of restraining my mother then having sex with her.
'Is that too weird?' she asked.
'Not in the least.' I said, adding the item to my basket.
The only other item that she expressed interest in was a gag, consisting of a plastic ball with holes in it, like a practise golf ball, and a securing strap.
'Interesting choice,' I remarked, adding this to the basket. I also added a pair of pink, metal handcuffs and a bottle of lubricant before progressing to the check-out.
Not surprisingly, we both slept well that night. Mum admitted that she normally had to go to the bathroom in the night but we both went through until past eight o'clock. She was the first to wake and when I came to twenty minutes later she was coming back into the bedroom with cups of tea, wearing a silky black dressing gown. Another recent purchase, I suspected. She put the mugs down on the bedside tables and went to take the robe off.
'Keep it on,' I ordered, reaching for her. I pulled her down onto the bed and kissed her, ignoring my early morning breath, and hers, and ran my hands over the silk of her robe, feeling her small breasts underneath, the nipples standing out as I rubbed my palms over them. Without checking her state of lubrication, I parted her legs, went on my knees between them and penetrated her promptly and suddenly. She was only partially wet and she gasped as I thrust in.