Arthur's Mother Pt 02
Another dark episode in the life of a perverted mother and son.
Grace had returned home from a midweek drink to find her son Arthur in the kitchen. She was in a certain mood that Arthur was well familiar with.
'Here you are, spending the evening home and alone, as usual.' She looked irritated. 'Have you no work colleagues you can go out with, better still young women?'
'No,' Arthur answered patiently, 'I don't seem to fit in - or share their sense of humour or like same type of music. Neither am I a sports fanatic.'
Grace, came up quietly behind him at the kitchen sink and put her arms around his waist.
'But you do share their love of sex! Or at least in your case, watching other people have sex - though I don't expect many other young men your age get to watch their mothers being fucked!
Maybe you're a loner because you're hiding a liking for other men? What about that, Arthur, do you like cock, but can't find any around here?'
Grace noticed that, though her son didn't answer, his cock, which she was already feeling through his trousers, though partially erect through her stroking, suddenly became harder and pushed against his clothing.
'Mmmm! Maybe if I bring a man home and let you watch, as I promised, and you have the chance to see a hard cock at close hand, then we might learn something about your preferences! Would you like that Arthur?'
Almost half admitting to the theory, Arthur told his mother he was unable to say either way.
The mental images conjured up in both their heads created an electric sexual charge between them. Grace increased the intensity of her handling of her son's cock and took it out of his pants, working the foreskin to and fro. Arthur stood submissively still, breathing in short gasps..
'Is it me you enjoyed watching in the woods - or the man who was fucking me?'
Arthur took in a deep breathe of air, 'Both,' he confessed.
'Ah! Good boy! We're making progress. Now turn around and face me.'
Arthur did as he was bid. His mother sank down and took his cock in her mouth, still pulling his foreskin but sucking hard at the same time. For a few moments she sucked and licked, careful not to make him cum. Then, standing up she unfastened her blouse and took her tits out of her bra cups. Arthur automatically lifted his hands to play with them, while his mother raised her skirt and dropped her knickers to her knees, letting them fall the rest of the way to the floor on their own.
'Now let's see how good you are at fucking a woman!'
This was not a new experience to Arthur; not since the night his mother had appeared in his bedroom and pulled the covers back. Like this evening she had sucked his cock before mounting him and having her perverted way, though it was she who fucked him rather than the other way round. Now it was Arthur's turn to do all the work and attempt to sexually satisfy his mother. Anxious to prove he was capable he took a firm hold on her, uncharacteristically becoming the dominant force and rammed his cock in her wet cunt, pushing her against the kitchen counter. Thrusting into her fast and furious he made his mother moan and cry out vocalising her level of pleasure.
'Harder... and faster... darling, you're... doing... a good job!' Grace stammered between Arthur's thrusts. Suddenly, just a couple of minutes later Grace stiffened up and gasped.
'Fucking hell - you're getting me there! Keep going, Arthur! God, who would have believed you were capable of giving me an orgasm? Oh, my goodness!'
Grace fell silent apart from her laboured breathing as her son held her firm, fucking her while biting and sucking her large nipples. She fastened her hands around his arse cheeks making him put more force into his driving weapon. As the woman reached her climax she gave Arthur the most passionate and wet kiss he had ever had from a female. The oddness was, that this now sexually satisfied and passionate woman, happened to be his own mother. She wasn't worried about that fact - and at that particular moment, neither was he. Feeling her son's hot sperm shoot up inside her hole caused Grace to wriggle her backside and plunge her tongue into his mouth; it was minutes before they drew apart.
When eventually his mother left the room, Arthur fell into deep thought, wondering what ideas his mother might have that would enhance her sex life - he didn't care any more, as long as she included him.
Come Friday night Arthur stood at the bar of the tap room in the crowded pub, watching his mother across in the 'best room', chatting to a man who was obviously enthralled by her plunging neckline that drew the attention of many, to her white, bosoms, that looked like they could burst free any second.
Though Arthur was in conversation with an acquaintance, he was hardly taking any notice. However, a person who definitely was paying attention to his surroundings was the man talking to his mother.
'Who is that young fellow over in the side room - the one who keeps staring across? Is he someone who has a fixation on you? I'll go and ask him what the hell he keeps staring at!'
Grace laughed. 'No need for that. He does have an interest in what I'm up to - I'm his mother!'
The man looked surprised. 'I see. So he doesn't like his mother talking to other men? Is there a father he goes back to, telling tales?'
'I don't have a husband. I'm sure he'd have learned by now that he'd never stop me talking to other men!' Grace had a cheeky smile on her face and winked at her new friend. 'He doesn't cramp my style. Actually, I was about to ask you if you'd like to take me home later; we can have another drink or two. Don't let my son Arthur, put you off. He'll go his room.' Grace gave the man another suggestive smile. 'Unless we invite him to stay in the same room with us!'
The man looked at Grace with amusement, though seemed intrigued.
'I never know if you're joking, trying to wind me up. I think you're trying to shock me - get a laugh out of me. So, I'd come back to yours, and we'd sit with, Arthur is it? Behaving ourselves and talking politely about the weather and stuff!'
'I told you, he doesn't cramp my style. He knows very well how naughty I can be.' Grace grinned and lifted her glass to acknowledge Arthur. 'He knows very well what his mother likes - and it's not chatting over tea and chocolate cookies!'
'I'm still not convinced, Grace, but I've a good mind to escort you home and test it out!'
Grace gave him a sexy look. 'I like a man who enjoys a bit of adventure and something a bit different.'
'I'm all for trying, 'something a bit different', Grace. If you'd be prepared to let him stay in the room then I can only assume you'd get a thrill from having him watch you?'
'It wouldn't be the first time but he's only ever done it from a distance, peeping from behind a wall or a tree. So, are you going back to your hotel, or coming home with me?' Grace gave him a knowing look.
'You mean going home with both of you?'
'He's already gone home I think,' Grace said, nodding toward the far bar. 'Unless he's waiting behind a tree or wall!' She sniggered.
'Let me get this right. Are you saying he's watched you have a kiss and a grope from behind a tree - or are you saying he's watched you being fucked? And was that just once or several times?'
'A lot of times - yes, he's watched men fuck me. Does that interest you or disgust you?'
