Ian ran round the vicinity in the opposite direction from home so as to ensure Mum he had been out for a run. On arrival at home, he had built up a sweat to be convincing. In fact, he had enjoyed his filthy cum over Dawn's face and tits. He would have liked to have more time with her but also wanted to get back to see how his Mum would be reacting to her new lover that afternoon.
He found Mum in the kitchen preparing some odds and ends for supper for both of them. She had removed her heels and stockings and was working around the kitchen in her bare feet. Glancing at his Mum from her side he noticed that she had removed her bra as well, for her breasts now had their natural wilt but were still full in her thin frock even though she was displaying them pendulum style. Ian felt a small surge below and began to imagine holding, pinching, sucking them.
Jesus, I just dropped my load on Dawn and now Mum's got me going. What is going on?
Mum was in a calm and lovely mood, saying little, but happy with me sitting around doing little but sipping a beer from the fridge and whiling away the evening, both grazing rather than eating a full meal. She hadn't even mentioned being at Dawn's this afternoon. He also had a sense that she hadn't washed herself after being with Dawn, just removed her underwear. She bent down to reach into the fridge for another gin and tonic for herself. Her frock tightened round her buttocks. Gorgeous view for her 28 year old son. And no she wasn't wearing panties either, just like this afternoon.
So, without even a hint of flirt Mum was just perfectly relaxed from her frantic cum with Dawn. She gave Ian no hint of their sexual sojourns with each other. However, he did notice she had little energy and at one stage she fell into a two minute nap.
I decided I would encourage her to go to bed. She looked emotionally exhausted, no doubt from her charged feelings for Dawn. We watched TV for sometime rather desultorily which put her in the mood for bed. Kissing me lightly on my lips she wished me a good night and retired. I decided to watch one of my dvd's I'd shared with Ruth, got nice and horny and then went up to bed myself passing Mum's room on the way. She had left the door slightly ajar and was fully asleep with a light duvet for cover.
I rang my dirty Ruth and filled her in on the story so far. I couldn't have had the same story for Janet. She wouldn't have been able to cope with what was going on between Mum and myself. Ruth relished my retelling, particularly the refusal by Mum to recognise what we were up to. I then shared with Ruth what I was thinking of doing tonight.
"Ian, go and do it and phone me after and tell me all about it."
"Ruth, you were wanking when I phoned weren't you? And you are now cos I can hear the buzzing of your vibrator. Ok I promise to phone you back you delicious wanker."
I decided to wear nothing and go to Mum's bedroom. I found her lying on the double bed on her back covered by the duvet. Lifting it carefully, I noted her nightie untied and unravelled, leaving her body totally exposed with her legs conveniently spread as if it were her wish to be taken. But she was gently whispering a little snore.
With her partially unravelled from the duvet, I wanted to ensure she didn't wake from being chilled. I just stood there stroking myself taking in her mature form ready for taking and eating.
I knelt down between her open thighs and carefully opened her lips to disclose her prominent little clit. Placing my tongue gently at her dark moist flesh I offered a lick. She didn't stir which gave me an estimation of the depth of her sleep. Feeling unencumbered by her dozing I swept my tongue more vigorously across her cunt so as to take in the soft folds around her vagina and up and across her clitoral mass. I felt a slight stirring and then a conscious, 'ah, ah' but nothing else.
