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It was summer time in London. The air was cool and vibrant. Kids on the street were chasing each other around in circles with their high powered water rifles; old ladies were watering their front lawns, while pedestrians quenched their thirst with sparkling drinks. Liquid was the theme of the day and my interaction with it was a tad different. As I stood by my bed looking down, it glistened; this female flower, caught in a net, wet and horny. My presence was all it needed to become stimulated. I touched it and its keeper flinched. The intricately spaced web surrounding her vagina was a fishnet. I had bought it online a week ago; a black fishnet for £30.00. Expensive maybe, but since the honey who agreed to wear it was none other than my mother, I think it was money well spent. It was essentially a body suit, but the terminology with porn worthy attire sometimes alternates between interpretation and ready made descriptions. Whatever it was it looked so hot on her otherwise naked body.
What complimented her erotic presentation was her short black hair, cut off half way down her neck. It used to be long but I had her go to Mr Crops across the street to get it shortened. She looked very cute and reminded me of a Hungarian porn star my dick was very familiar with. She was primarily a lesbian, very tall and dominant; had a deep female voice and looked like a powerful female vampire. All the girls she fucked looked vulnerable in her presence. My mum by contrast was submissive, though only towards me. Otherwise, she was just as built as a hermaphrodite angel (minus the cock).
Looking down at her now, as she lay there, legs up in the air pointing in the shape of an open V, not quite spread-eagled but not far off either, I felt something stir in my pants. The sausage had awakened, as it did often each day. I felt it peel off the wall of my body and expand, creating a bulge in my pants. My mum liked that I always went commando. It was after all, her suggestion in the first place. I had already removed my top and corduroy's were loose and low. I didn't like to wear belts so my pants usually hung low. This one hung low enough to reveal my navel lines. Had I not shaved my pubic hair that too would be clearly visible.
On the note about shaving, my mother's body was remarkably hairless. She kept it like that for me. I copped a feel of it and felt the hairs at the back of my neck stand up. Even through the material of the fishnet (which wasn't much) the inner parts of her thigh were incredibly smooth. The gaps between the lines of each segment of the net were considerably large and that's how I liked it. Nancy (my mum) actually sat with me on this purchase. We pretty much did everything together since my father left.
Sitting by the laptop, browsing through lingerie websites and discussing our deepest fantasies was not exactly what I expected to happen. I'm so glad it did work out like this in the end, and no one was as glad about it as Nancy.
'Babe?' She said cocking her head up slightly. 'Are you ok?'
'Yes.' I replied, tracing a finger along the outer contours of her pussy. I moved up to the top, where her bush might have been a few weeks ago. She smiled and showed me her white teeth. A nice set; thick and strong. My mum had a big mouth and thick lips. I had tasted them a lot. One particularly unique feature of her mouth was a gold tooth on the upper front. She was normally a conservative woman with old fashioned tastes and not an interest in new ideas of the material kind, so it was a surprise when she had it done. I absolutely adored it. I guess my influence had trumped her choice of lifestyle; overpowered it with the smell of my sperm. She was just addicted to the stuff. How she came to desire my spunk was unexpected.
Dad left us a year ago and it did not affect us financially as my mother also worked and actually earned more than him. She was a silent partner at a law firm and did most of her work from home. She still dressed in high powered suits and wore specs indoors because you never could tell when a meeting was around the corner. Nancy had an analytical mind and was an ugly duckling in school due to her lanky height, but had grown into a stunning creature with a body that had seen the gym and all its toys regularly for the best part of 10 years. Her figure was honed; it curved in the right places, and was voluptuous in the areas that stretched cotton and other materials that attempted to contain it. Such stretchy fabrics only helped only to accentuate it and draw attention to it from any living thing that had eyes.
When we used to talk, she would sometimes catch my eyes wandering low. I couldn't really help it. No one could.
'God that feels so fucking good!' Nancy said with ragged breath. My touch was igniting a slow burning fire inside her, keeping it crackling. I liked to go slow, just so the session would last longer, and she was no different. If anything, my mum liked me to tease her more, to play with her urges like an equaliser. Whatever I did altered the settings. If I was licking her pink butterfly shaped flaps, I knew when to stop; had to let her cool off before resuming; otherwise she would just shudder and orgasm. While I licked I often peered up to watch the expressions on her face, see how intense they were. We had learnt not to direct each other with words. If her ecstasy was rising too high I would know.
I was really flattered I turned her on that much. It was empowering to say the least. After all, I was only 19 years old and she was 37. Her only son, and her only love. She actually raised me on her own since my father was never in the house, but never really spoilt me in any way. If I wanted something I always had to earn it, which was a good early lesson. Quite how it turned out like this I cannot say, but we have both consented to it and both also wanted it really bad.
The funny thing about it all is the way we hid this knowledge of our desire for one another from each other for so long. I remember the erections from an early age; what mother with a body like this would not give their sons erections?
In turn, my mother started to notice me during my growth spurt period when I was 18. I was still smaller than her but wider and my clothes were getting tight. For some reason I kept my trousers despite the bulges. She had seen me naked a few times and they were the most embarrassing moments of my life because I thought she was like a typical mother; not particularly keen to have images of her naked teenage son swimming around in her head. But they were, and not only were they there to stay, but she began to add furniture to the visions, and scenarios, based around a simple but forbidden curiosity; what it would feel like to have my dick in her mouth. Once she was in that world she could not turn back. Normal sex was no longer appealing; no longer stimulating enough. Her requirements had new parameters and they could not be ignored.
My mum was the kind of woman who always got what she wanted and this was why she was frustrated after her husband departed. Now, she could not fuck her husband and think of ME while she was humping HIM. It was a terrible situation. She knew her thoughts were impure and taboo. Intensive research online only stimulated her more. The subject of incest was becoming such an obsession she sold her shares and retired. Probably not enough to live on forever, but she needed some time off work to figure out her life and where it was going.
She told me, one time when I was out, she entered my room. Browsed around; it smelled of cum. she was hooked. She wanted to know how to get more. Her pattern of thought had led her to my drawers and to my underwear. She sniffed it all even though it was clean, nose shoved deep into the crotch area. She was ashamed of her actions but when she was feeling so dizzy and horny she migrated further still into the murky depths of her desires. Acts of sexual desperation became realities. Wanting to be caught with her knickers down around her ankles, to be seen with her fingers inside her vagina, by me, her son. All of those things and much more.
Eventually she got her wish, but it was not something she planned. I came home one day and saw her pressing a pomegranate inside out in the kitchen. The seeds were all over the place, it was a right mess, but she just loved eating them with a sprinkle of salt and pepper. I came up behind her and pinched her arse jokingly, but realised from that grab that she either wasn't wearing any knickers or she had thongs on. Nancy just gave me a big smile and affectionately bopped my head with the back of her hand. I laughed and turned around flicking a stray seed at her.
'Sit down. I'll make you a bowl hon.' she said planting a kiss on my shoulder. I pulled out a chair and saw box of cereal on the table. There seemed to be a pink transparent rubbery toy next to it and for a moment I thought it had come out of the cereal box, but it seemed a little too long and big to be that kind of toy.
My mother turned around at the same time and I heard her mutter the word 'fuck' under her breath.
I don't know why, but I leant over and picked it up. Then I put it down and then carried on as if nothing had happened. My mum was the same; she sat down across me and we ate pomegranates together while a dildo lay motionless on the table.
We actually a few more such 'oh fuck!' moments before the tide started to change. Of course all of them were embarrassing and awkward silences followed. The time when she caught me trying to suck my own dick was funny, and the time when I was having phone sex with my history teacher's daughter thinking the house was empty. It wasn't much later, after my mum started fucking me that she told me about that day. She had her ears to the wall and her fingers in her pussy apparently.
Her mind was so incoherent she was thinking that I shouldn't be on the phone if I was living with her, that it wasn't fair on her.
I liked this kind of thinking. I subscribed to it. But again, this was all revealed to me later on.
All of these 'caught' in the act moments were having their toll on both of us. We endured a sticky mom/son period where we just weren't talking to each other and there was too much tension in the house. I was pissed off she kept walking in on me when I was changing or being nosy and asking me all the time what I was doing on my laptop, and she was getting frustrated about my lack of reaction to her signals. Something had to give. We both loved each other.
