An Unxpected Visit From Mum

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England. All email comments good or critical welcomed. Please note that all email comments from an invalid email address will be deleted immediately and will not be read. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am a British female and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat and the ass is a bum or arse.

The snow was finally melting, Simon had gone home on Sunday, and I had eventually managed to get to work. Monday had been a write off, but I had managed to get in on Tuesday, although quite a few hadn't. It was quiet in the office. Our firm wasn't equipped for working from home, we had desk top computers connected to the network by wires, we didn't have laptops, nor did we have a good wifi in the office. So, you either got in and worked, or didn't.

No one got in on Monday, the office was closed, a recorded message on the office answering machine stating that our office was closed due to inclement weather. Tuesday I check the machine and it said the office was open, so I made the effort. Buses were running, well, some of them, and the one I used for work was one of the ones running, its route mostly on the flat, so it didn't have much of a problem as it was a mainly main roads route. Side roads apparently were still pretty impassable. I got in about thirty minutes late, but I got in.

Wednesday was better, the grit was having an effect as were the warmer daylight temperatures, it was still dropping below zero overnight, and the low winter sun didn't help much, but the wind direction had changed and the warmer south westerlies eased conditions.

Thursday was better again, with the south westerlies now bringing rain which helped get rid of the snow and ice, but did cause flooding in some places, luckily floods wouldn't really affect me, unless my neighbour started build an arc I wouldn't worry.

Friday came and I headed home on the early bus and as soon as I was in I flicked the heating up, slipped my work clothes off and slipped my onesie on and wrapped my thick robe around me. I sat on the settee and drank hot chocolate, I wasn't planning on going anywhere.

Simon had texted suggesting he come over again, I texted back, 'No' and left it at that. He didn't need to use me as a Sally substitute, he would have to find some other fanny to dip his dick in to. Whilst it had been fun, it had complications I didn't need and to be honest, nor did he.

Deliveroo was working again, so I ordered myself a spicy beef pizza. If I didn't manage to eat it all, I could have some for my lunch tomorrow. I wasn't going out unless I had to, and I had a Waitrose home delivery ordered for Sunday morning, so really I only needed to go out for work.

The door banged and the pizza arrived. I locked the door sliding the security bolt across, it was still wet and wild and cold out there, I needed to make sure I thought twice before venturing out. I put half the pizza slices on a plate, grabbed a glass of red wine and settled down to watch more reruns of House. The evening went on and the wine went down, and I did decide to save the rest of the pizza for tomorrow, a hard call because it was rather delicious, but there we are.

In the morning I dived in the shower and gave myself a good scrubbing and then put my onesie and robe back on, my phone binged with a text.

'R U In Mum x'

I texted back that I was and decided I wasn't going to get dressed, this was my weekend and mum would find me as she found me.

About thirty minutes later Mum arrived, looking flushed, I wondered what was on her mind.

"Come on in Mum," I said opening the door and then shutting it behind her, "cup of tea?"

"Yes please, oh, I am sorry, I should have asked if you needed anything, my mind has been of a tither."

"I am fine Mum, Waitrose are coming tomorrow, so, I have until this evening to finalise my order. I may get a few extra tinned things and packet stuff, sort of as an emergency stock in case this happens again."

"Yes, good thinking."

I boiled the kettle and made two teas, and we went and sat in the lounge, me on the sofa, Mum in the armchair opposite.

"So," I said, "what's up. Are you or Dad ill?"

"No, nothing like that, at least I don't think so, no, I am not sure I can even talk about this, so I may dry up half way through."

"Er, okay, you have me confused now Mum, what's wrong?"

"I am not sure it is something wrong per se, just, well, it's your father ever since I came back from visiting your gran."

Ah, that would be when he came to see me and shagged me stupid for two days leaving my fanny somewhat delicate. I assume Mum has no idea about that. Not sure what I would say if she asked.

"What about Dad, Mum?"

"He, well, he is more, er, attentive shall we say."

"I don't know what you mean Mum, attentive? What he is buying you flowers?"

"No, no, in the bedroom I mean."

"Oh," so he is shagging Mum a bit more after he shagged me. "That's okay isn't it, I mean a bit of loving never hurt anyone."

"It's not a bit Natalie, it's not just a bit."

"Oh. Oh well, enjoy it whilst it lasts is all I can suggest, embrace it so to speak."

"It is all the time, and he has started putting on very adult films for us to watch in the evening before we go to bed."

"Er, okay, well, you know those are all fake, just enjoy the real thing in bed."

"It's not just in bed, on the sofa, he has his hands all over me, wanting me to touch him, it is just all, well, a bit much."

"Crumbs, I don't know what to suggest Mum, probably just a phase he is going though, er, I hesitate to ask, but he, well, his dick, it is fully functioning is it, is he taking the blue tablet?"

"I have no idea, I have looked in the bedroom and can't see any, so I assume it is all him, and yes, it is functioning very well, too well in fact."

"Sorry Mum, guess you are going to have to grin and bear it for a while, you know that you can always add a little lubrication, you know, inside, that may help ease things for you."

"It's not that, I have no issues in that department, no, it's just, well, I worry I can't keep up."

"Oh, well sometimes he'll just have to use his hand won't he, he'll get over it."

"No I love your father very very much, I just worry that if I can't keep up with the demand he might look elsewhere and I don't want that. He works in an office full of women you know, I just hope that doesn't turn his eye."

"Shag him in the morning before he goes to work, that should keep his ardour down Mum, he is getting older, his recovery time won't be what it used to be."

I could hardly believe I was having this conversation with my Mum.

"What happens if I need to go and see gran again, I worry what he will do in my absence, Cynthia next door has always been very friendly, I don't want her getting friendly with him when I am away."

"Nothing you can do about that Mum except trust him."

"And then last night."

"Last night what Mum?"

"The film we were watching, it had two women, you know, together."

"Er, okay, women do that you know."

"I know, but he asked me if I had ever done that, you know been with a woman, and what was it like, was it different than with a man?"

She paused a moment and then continued.

"I, well, yes, I had and so I told him that I had when I was a young girl at a sleep over at a friend's house. He said he would have loved to see that, to see me with another woman."

Oh, interesting, Mum had had a little girl on girl action. We all do, it's natural.

"Well, that was in the past, I mean he doesn't have a time machine does he, so he can't go back."

"He was going on all through the film, saying how he would love to watch me with another woman, watch her lick me and, er, finger me, and so on, and as he was talking he was getting very hard."

"I have read that is a turn on for men, God knows why, I never want to see two men together."

"After we had gone to bed and he had finished, you know, he said, he would love it if I could find a woman, just so he could watch."

"Oh, well, he is just talking I expect."

"But what if he isn't, and what if I do, would he want to do her as well, I wouldn't want that."

Interesting, Mum isn't exactly ruling out the possibility, just concerned at the implications.

"But Mum, if you did, you know find another woman, why shouldn't Dad go with her as well? It's only the same."

"Yes, but what if she is better at it than I am, what if he prefers her?"

"Oh Mum, I doubt that would happen, whoever she is would not be able to offer him as much as you. Do you, I am afraid to ask, do you do everything he wants, you know, fanny sex, anal sex, blow job, hand job, you know what ever, 'cus if you do she can't offer anymore, whoever she is."

"That is why I came to talk to you, and to answer your question, yes I do, everything, but no, if I were to go with another woman it would have to be someone he wouldn't want to touch."

"Why, a man will pretty much go with anyone as far as I know, given the chance I mean. If you would, why wouldn't he?"

"Because she would be someone he would not."

"You would, but he wouldn't? You have got me there Mum."

"Think about it. Who is the one woman he would not touch, there is only one, who is it?"

"I have no idea Mum, you have me there."

"His daughter. Taboo and not someone he could ever talk to anyone about."

Fuck. That stopped me in my tracks. I mean, really stopped me. I know Dad would shag me in a heartbeat, I have the experience to prove it, but I couldn't let Mum know that. And, I mean, AND, Mum was suggesting that she and I, well, did the girly deed. And let Dad watch.

"Oh." I was really a bit stumped for words.

"Yes. You and I, we could, you know row each other's boat down the stream, and he could watch and hopefully that would be the end of it."

"You know that he would then shag you in front of me, I would have to watch him put his dick inside you, shag you, and fill you with his sperms, do you think I want to see that, I could never unsee it."

"You could leave the room at that point."

No fucking chance, that I would have to see.

"Maybe."

"When were you thinking this event could take place and where?"

"We would have to practice first."

"Oh."

"A few times, I would need it to feel natural before I let him watch us."

"Oh."

"What do you think, do you think I have the right idea?"

"I have never imagined having sex with my mother."

"But you have been with another woman though. So you know what it is about. It is not, you know, alien."

"Yes Mum, I just wasn't imagining you when I was with her, them, whatever."

"Them?"

"Not at the same time Mum."

"Oh. Well, anyway, are you prepared to give it a go?"

"For you Mum, but I am not sure about Dad seeing me naked." After all, I am not sure how good his memory is after having seen every naked inch of me just a couple of weeks ago.

"Let's not worry about that. Shall we go upstairs?"

"What, now?"

"No time like the present for our first practice. I am showered, I assume that you are."

"Er, yes I am."

This is not what I had expected today. I have no reservations about sex with another woman, I enjoy it as much as with a competent man, I just didn't expect ever to be with my Mum, and I sure as hell didn't expect it today. I got up.

"Let's go up then," I said, not sure how I would proceed once I was upstairs. Just dive in, I supposed.

In my room I pulled the quilt back and then took my robe off and hung it on the door. I undid the buttons on my onesie and peeled it off as mum was pulling her dress off over her head. She was naked underneath, she had planned this.

I don't get the fanny genes from my Mum, I could see that. I have copious inner labia and they spill out through my bigger outer lips. Mum has a very neat crease that has a little dimple at the top, and then disappears down underneath her. Her boobs sag, mine don't yet, and there we have it. I lay on the bed, Mum came and sat next to me and then she leant forward and kissed me. A reasonable place to start.

"Your Dad likes me shaved," she said between kisses.

'Me too' I thought, 'he likes my shaved fanny too.'

I kissed her back and let my hands cup her boobs, fingers and thumbs gently caressing her nipples, boys tend to squeeze, we girls know better. My right hand eased down her belly, circled her navel and then went further south and found her crease. Mum sighed as I gently pressed her clitoris and then slid down her valley.

Her valley was hot and wet, my finger nail easily running along her valley floor, Mum tensing as I moved my finger between her thin inner labia. My finger found her entrance and I circled, occasionally dipping into her opening, but pulling back, Mum was gasping.

I slid down the bed and blew along her crease, Mum gasped loudly. I licked her clitoris and then sucked it slowly into my mouth, running my teeth around it, nibbling, chewing softly as my fingernail ran along her perineum and them back to her entrance. I slowly pushed two fingers inside her, opening and closing my fingers as they penetrated the tunnel that bore me.

"Oh dear God," Mum gasped as my two fingers shagged her and my teeth nibbled her clitoris, pulsing her, and then I pulled back and used my nose along her valley, rubbing, her labia folding around it, caressing it as I moved.

I pulled back and my slingers slipped out, leaving her gaping as I moved back up the bed and kissed her, my lips and face smeared with her juices as I lay atop her, gently bucking and pressing our mons' together, Mum's arms around me, squeezing me tight, our breasts crushing against each other.

I eased back and rolled to her side and lay on my back, my eyes staring at my ceiling, my fanny warm and ready. Mum moved down the bed and lay between my legs, her tongue traversing my copious labia, sliding between the layers, finding my clitoris and suckling it, a finger finding my entrance and pressing inside. I gulped, I sighed, I tensed and I arched my back giving Mum as much encouragement as I could, I sensed a hesitancy in her actions.

"Oh God yes," I gasped as her finger crooked inside me, widening my fanny, pushing my walls apart, I tried to squeeze her finger as it moved inside me, Mum gasped as I squeezed her, and then she slipped the finger back out before returning with a second, the fingers scissoring inside me, opening, closing and feeling my squeeze.

I held Mum's head as she worked my fanny, my legs wide and crooked about her back, my sighs and gasps as much for encouragement as from pleasure. She was a little out of touch and a little hesitant, I didn't mind, at least it was pleasant, if not quite orgasmic, yet.

Mum pulled back and her fingers eased from inside me, I had that awful feeling of emptiness, of void, that I so hated. She inched up the bed and kissed me, her lips full of my flavours, her hands on my cheeks as her tongue delved in search of mine.

After a moment of kissing Mum pulled away and lay beside me.

"How was that?" Mum asked.

"Good. And you"

"If I am honest, I didn't quite get there, but, well, I was obviously feeling a little awkward and so didn't relax fully into it."

I am the same Mum, not only are you my Mum, but I am not that experienced with girl on girl."

"Next time will be better. Good job we are practising, not sure this would do for your Dad what he wants."

I had an idea. Mum?" I said.

"Yes?"

"Next time we do this, if possible, come full of Dad, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, you mean after we have made love, don't clean myself?"

"Exactly, that would be an extra spice."

"Oh goodness."

After Mum left, I lay on the bed and let my fingers walk through my valley, my labia curling and folding around them and then I gently pressed my button, oh yes, my goodness. My pressures ramped up and I felt my body begin to buzz. I imagined it was Dad, I imagined Dad penetrating me as my fingers from my other hand pushed inside me, my clitoris throbbing as I pressed it, rocking it back and forth.

I screamed as my orgasm erupted, exploding pleasures through my body.

"God, that'll be a sight for Dad if Mum does that to me," I said to my empty room as I lay there, my chest heaving, me gasping and gulping in air. That had been a good one.

The week went, as weeks, do, the weather settled to the grey, rainy, foggy January winter days that are normal. No extremes of snow or rain, but always damp. I had finished work and was walking back home and saw Mum's car on my drive. Oh.

As I approached she got out of the car.

"Hello sweetheart."

"Hello Mum, wasn't expecting you. Cup of tea?"

"Yes, only, oh no, let's go inside."

I opened up and put my coat on the chair my the radiator and then flicked the heating up, the house wouldn't take too long to warm up. I put the kettle on and Mum stood hesitantly to one side, it seemed she wanted to say something.

"So Mum, how's things, Dad still the same?"

"Yes. If not more so."

"Oh, okay, lucky you, some women of your age don't get any, some women of my age don't either, my body is devoid of attention."

"There was another film on last night with two women together."

"Oh, well, they like to include that these days, you know, all the diversity and stuff."

"He got very attentive, his hands up my dress, if you know what I mean, telling me how he wished he could have seen me with another woman."

"Well, yes, I can imagine."

"Can you? I am not sure what to make of it, anyway, after lunch today he, well, he, you know."

I did know, well, could guess.

"Oh?"

"Yes, so I am full, as you requested."

Oh God, she was telling me her fanny was full of Dad's sperms, his semen, his juices.

"So, should we go upstairs?" Mum asked.

"Mum, I'm not showered since this morning, I have been sat on my bum all day in the office."

"How is that going to be worse than me?"

She had a point.

"Okay Mum, let's."

I headed upstairs and undid and took of my blouse, then my bra, my skirt and then my knickers, placing all the clothes on my chair, Mum was naked just after me and sat on the bed. I went and lay next to her trying not to look at her crotch, I would find what I found when I explored her.

We kissed, our hands on each other's boobs and then I inched down, my mouth kissing her as I went, passed her boobs, passed her navel, to her dimple and then beyond. There was a glossy sheen to her fanny as I eased her lips apart with my fingers, and inside a white covering. Thick in places, she was covered and her fanny was leaking more. I ran my tongue along and Mum gasped.

"Oh God, I didn't think you actually would," she whispered.

I set to cleaning Mum, licking and sucking up all the residue, Dad tasting salty and perhaps more metallic than when he had delivered it to me fresh. I pressed my tongue inside her fanny, deep as I could, my mouth forced open around her as I pressed against her and sucked.

Oh goodness, the taste of Dad, it took me back to when he and I shagged, when I sucked him, his sperms shooting down my throat, how wonderful that felt, how I now realised that I had missed his dick inside me. I licked, I sucked, I hoovered mum clean, all the time my finger was gently rubbing and rocking her clitoris, and I heard her gasp loudly, I felt Mum tense, and then she bucked beneath me and screamed her orgasm.

I had made my Mum cum. I eased back, Mum was laying there gasping, her chest heaving, her boobs rising and falling as she gulped in air.

"Oh my," she managed.

"Nice one?" I asked.

"Oh yes. But, you, you had to deal with all his, you know, mess."

"I know, it was lovely. Honestly, I love the taste of it."