"Me? I am fine love."
"I meant yesterday, Steve and all that." He bent and kissed my forehead.
"Oh Lord, yes, your friend was being a prat. It could have been worse than it was, but it is fine."
"Good. I am going out today, over to Greg's. He has a new game from America for his PlayStation that I want to try. His mum is out all morning so we can be loud as we like."
"Ah. Okay. You know I will never understand this obsession with games."
"No. Did you know that part of the acceptance trials for the RAF are the ability to use games controllers, that is basically how they fly the drones."
"No. I didn't know that. Are you thinking of applying to the RAF?"
"Maybe. Undecided. I don't want to fly planes, but a drone pilot sounds cool."
"Oh, okay."
Jack wandered off and I heard him washing and doing his teeth, he is not really quiet at anything. I had finished my coffee and was just listening to the birds in the garden when Jack called goodbye and I was on my own.
I must have dozed off again when I heard the doorbell. Ensuring my robe was properly tightened I opened the door and was confronted by a huge bunch of flowers. Behind them was a sorry looking Steve.
"I am sorry Mrs M. I came around to apologise."
I stood there a little unsure what to do.
"I was out of order and I was being stupid."
"Yes you were."
"So I am really, really sorry Mrs M."
"If I let you in can I trust you or are you going to attack me again?" I knew my words were harsh, but he had to understand.
"Oh God, no, I won't, I am sorry, really."
I opened the door and stood back to let him in.
Steve walked past me, it really was a very large bunch of flowers, I guessed from the florist in the parade in the next road over. They wouldn't have been cheap. He headed to the kitchen and put the flowers in the sink, put the plug in and ran the tap.
"They probably will be best in water," he said, looking very sheepish.
"Yes, I will find a vase later and arrange them. Thank you."
"I don't know how to say sorry. I don't. I don't ever do things that I have to apologise for.
"Except for yesterday."
"I know. I really do not know what happened, it was as if my brain flipped. I saw you in your bikini, and." I interrupted him.
"And nothing. You should be better than to act like that because of what a woman wears. My God, would you attack your mother at home if she wore a bikini? Well, would you. No, of course you wouldn't."
"No. But, I am sorry Mrs M, but she is not as hot as you, I mean, seriously, she isn't."
"Would you stop with the hot business, I am just a woman, a mum, that has kept herself in trim."
"Oh Mrs M you are much more than that. You are just so perfect in every way. The way your boobs sit on your chest, your nipples just the right size."
"Stop it, you are in danger of getting carried away." I said.
"No. No I won't I am just explaining, and below your boobs, your tummy with its cute belly button, so inviting, and then your mound Mrs M, your mound that is shaped so wonderfully, your.."
"Stop there." Lord he was making me feel hot, "I think that is enough Steve."
"But I can't Mrs M. When I saw you with your bikini pushed into your slit, your fanny flaps shining and welcoming, such a perfect roundness, so inviting. Only your hole hidden."
I knew I was squirming. I knew that I had gotten wet and I bet my flaps as he called them, were more than glistening.
"You need to calm down Steve. You need to seduce a woman, to touch her softly, kiss her gently, hold her, caress her, that is the way to a woman, not to force yourself on her, you are not one of the Mongol hoards, don't behave like one."
Steve stood in front of me and ran the back of his hand across my cheek, a finger running across my lips.
"Like this Mrs M?"
"More like that, yes."
He closed the gap and his lips brushed mine, his hand on my lower back, gently running into the crease of my bottom.
His tongue ran along the purse of my lips, parting them, me gasping.
His hand rose from my back and moved to the front and cupped my breast through my robe.
"Like this Mrs M?" He whispered into my lips.
I found myself pressed against the work surface, his hand at my robe, parting it, delving inside, touching my thigh and then moving higher, so close. His tongue pushed deep into my mouth and I found myself kissing him back, my tongue wrestling with his as his hand found my sex.
I gasped at the touch and my knees almost sagged, I widened my legs and his finger slipped into my valley, my very wet valley and he found my opening. Gently he slipped inside me, softly rocking his finger back and forth inside me.
"Oh shit, why couldn't you be like this yesterday?" I asked quietly, my arousal levels at ten, my body shivering with anticipation. "Let's go upstairs."
I pulled away, almost grimacing as his finger left me, and headed out of the kitchen and went upstairs. I slipped my robe off and sat on the edge of the bed, Steve was right behind me. He pulled his T Shirt off and then slid down his shorts. His dick was hard and aiming upwards, he had a good set of balls beneath and a good chest. He sat next to me, turned and cupped my face in his hands and kissed me.
I turned slightly and kissed him back and reached down and held his dick. I pulled his foreskin down a little and then ran my thumb around his exposed end. I pulled away and knelt on the floor and took his dick in my mouth, my hand holding his balls, rolling his testes inside his sac.
"Oh fuck, Mrs M," he gasped as he lay back and widened his legs. I ran a finger from my other hand beneath him, behind his balls and pressed at his sphincter, pushing until it gave way and I was inside him.
I let go of his balls and pulled his foreskin back, exposing his rim in my mouth. I licked his head and then sucked, shagging him with my mouth and fingering him at the same time. He was gasping and uttering 'shit' as I took him. I moved further and further down his shaft, past my tonsils and into my throat, blocking my air, he was bucking, and making gibbering noises. I pushed my finger inside as far as it would go and waggled it around inside him, pulling my mouth back to gasp for some air.
His bucking got stronger, him shagging my mouth, me sucking and holding position as best as I could. I slipped my finger from inside, pulled my mouth away and using my hand I masturbated him hard, pushing his skin as far down as I could, his dick head straining as the skin tightened. He started to jerk, his body moving up off the bed, I slowed, I released him and I leant up and kissed him.
"There is more to it than just shoving your dick in a fanny," I said, "see if you can persuade your mum to give you lessons. For me this is a one off, a thank you for the thank you."
He was gasping, taking in breaths, not exhaling, just gulping. He seemed to gather himself together and he moved down, his head at my crotch. His tongue dipped between my lips, its roughness almost a scratch on the velvet of my lips. He stroked my valley with his tongue, a finger circling my entrance as his nose dabbed at my clitoris. Already aroused, my levels increased, I could feel my pressures growing, a pulse that wanted to spread.
I was clutching the sheet, my fingers curled, knuckles white, my toes were straight, pointing at the ceiling and my buttocks clenched, his touch was perfect. I could feel my orgasm building, I tried to hold off, but my body denied me and my back spasmed as my body erupted, the sharp pangs of pleasure and pain shooting from my crotch, caressing my nipples, my ears and my toes, I screamed, long, loud, high pitched and I lay rigid for a moment and then I collapsed onto the bed.
Steve looked up and then moved to lay over me, holding his dick, he guided it to my opening, pressed and entered me, his girth stretching me more than his fingers, forcing my fanny to open and allow him access. I felt his foreskin roll back, and then his balls nestled at my thighs and he was at my depth. I could take no more, I took all he could give and I was full.
He started to move, his dick sliding in and out, filling and emptying, shagging me as if I were the last fanny on Earth. I looked past him and saw Jack standing in the doorway. I beckoned him over with my fingers.
"Steve, roll over I want to go on top, then Jack can shag my arse."
I had never really taken to anal, but what Jack had said about Tony's mum and taking her son and husband had stayed on my mind. We rolled and Steve's dick stayed in place. I felt Jack on the bed and he moved my legs apart, his finger pressing at my crinkle. He moved and something bigger replaced his finger and pressed, insistent, my sphincter resistant, but then the inevitable and with a sharp pain, I felt Jack's dick inside me.
"Oh, fuck mum," He said and started to press until he was all the way inside. My pains had gone and now I had a strange sensation, a dick in my fanny, which I could feel, and another in my arse which I could barely feel, just the stretch at my opening. Jack started to move, I could feel the movement as he slipped in and out, but little inside. Oddly I could feel it more as movement on Steven's dick.
"Oh God yes," Steve gasped, "that is so wild, that is like being wanked from inside."
