It was 6.00am and Andy lay in bed, his mind in a turmoil. The day before he had left his home 200 miles away and driven to his mother's house for a weekend stay. However he had left with a plan in his head, a plan that had been formulating and growing over several weeks. He had become obsessed with the thought of incest, with the idea of having sex with his own mother. Like all men, his mother held a special place in his heart, but it was only recently that his love had grown into lust.
Now in his mid-forties Andy was alone again and without a woman in his life, masturbation had become his only release. This was fuelled by internet pornography and especially incest stories until he had reached the stage when he had decided that he wanted sex with his own mother more than anything else. His mother, Pearl, was now 70 and even though they lived far away from each other, they still had a close relationship, talking on the phone several times a week and Andy visiting his mother twice a month. In more recent visits, Andy had started to show his appreciation of her much more and had taken opportunities to cuddle her as much as possible. Just a week earlier she had phoned, when he was in the middle of reading a mother and son incest story at his PC. He had continued his wank listening to his mother's voice and had cum so hard it had left him feeling drained. It was then he had decided to put his plan into action. If it worked, well he didn't know what to think about that, if it didn't then he knew there would be shock and embarrassment, but ultimately he knew his mother would forgive him and still love him.
He had flitted in and out of sleep all night, once he had made his mind up and he knew now he didn't have long to wait. His mother was a creature of habit. She woke at 6.30am every morning and the first thing she did was to have a shower. The bathroom was in between her room and the room Andy slept in with access from both rooms. Both doors could be locked from inside the bathroom to allow privacy, but he knew from experience that his mother never locked the doors.
The time ticked round slowly until 6.32am and then he heard the door leading from his Mum's room to the bathroom open. First he heard the soft tinkle of water hitting water as she had her morning pee and Andy felt his cock start to stiffen slightly. He breathed deeply, willing an erection away. He didn't want to have a full hard on when he entered the bathroom, that would be too obvious.
Finally he heard the swoosh of the shower coming on and with his stomach lurching in fear and anticipation he stepped naked out of his bed. He held onto the door handle leading into the bathroom. Even though his cock wasn't fully erect a large bead of pre-cum hung from him.
Andy took another deep breath and opened the door. His mother was facing him, standing in the shower cubicle, her tits hung low on her body and her groin was a mass of pepper coloured hair. She was in the middle of washing her hair and shampoo suds were pouring down her body leaving playful white streaks in between her breasts. As Andy stood there admiring the sight, she opened her eyes and stared straight at him, her eyes wide and bulging and a little cry frozen on her lips.
"What's going on?" she managed to say eventually.
Andy gulped and said the words he had rehearsed over and over,
"Sorry Mum I needed a pee and couldn't wait."
She looked at him and he noticed that her eyes dipped enough to take in his manhood.
"Yes," he said to himself.
She gave him a little smile and said "Okay if you must."
Andy walked to the toilet and stood before it and was delighted that his mother turned to watch him. He tried not to look at her and took his cock in his hand. He was still not hard, but it was taking all his will power. He now concentrated on actually being able to pee.
"Are you going to pee or what?" his mother asked.
He turned towards her, her body had all the marks of age, with creases in her skin across her chest and stomach, liverspots & purple veins stood out on her legs but to him she looked magnificent, like a wanton whore desperate for cock.
He managed to concentrate enough and a thin stream of piss flowed from his cock into the pan.
He couldn't believe his own mother was watching him pee.
As his pee tailed off, he turned back to his Mum who was still watching, her eyes definitely on his cock now. He started to shake the last pearls of urine off the end of his cock, but as he did, he stroked himself slightly. Now was the time he had judged.
His cock grew in his hand as he stepped away from the toilet. He heard his mother gasp as his cock grew to its full erect state. He looked up at her and whether she had done it on purpose or had just got carried away in the moment, he saw that her right hand was moving slowly between her legs. He smiled at her and copied her actions. He walked slowly to the shower and stepped in. There were no words, there seemed no need at this stage. His hand joined his mother's and he felt the softness of her pussy which was now slightly open due to her own masturbation. He slipped a finger inside her and was delighted when one of her fingers joined his. Her eyes closed in ecstasy and she leaned slightly forward and pressed her open mouth against his. He felt her cracked lips open wide and her tongue flitted into his mouth. He was no longer rubbing his own cock, but his hand had now been replaced by hers and his 70 year old mother was now stroking his cock from base to tip in long slow movements. He continued to finger her gently and her finger moved in rhythm with his as they both delved deeper into her cunt. Her kisses became more and more passionate until she was virtually biting his lips and tongue with her mouth and she rubbed her whole body against him. Her strokes on his cock became more urgent and her finger started to pump herself much faster as Pearl reached her first orgasm for many years. Suddenly his mother thrust her head back and let out a groan, he felt her pussy grip his finger and then release as she squirted her cum over his hand. Andy couldn't wait any longer either, as his Mum's hand reached the bell-end of his cock on its upward stroke, he came all over her stomach.
"Yes!" she grunted.
She moved her head forward again, pressing her mouth against his in wild abandon. Even though his cock began to deflate in her hand, Pearl didn't stop rubbing him. Her hand was covered in his sticky cream as the last rope or two of spunk had dripped onto it and as she continued to stroke him, she covered his cock in his wetness.
The release of sexual tension had caused a wave of guilt to sweep over Andy and he thought that the same would happen for his mother, but it didn't seem that way as she still held his cock and kissed his cheek. She moved her lips to his ear,
"You naughty boy, fancy cumming all over your own Mum like that."
She continued to kiss him, his cheeks, his lips, moving round to the other ear,
"You're a dirty little horny boy who wants to fuck his own mother aren't you?"
"Yes Mum," was all Andy could say breathlessly.
"Tell me that you want to fuck me, tell your old Mum, that you want to take her to bed and fuck her with your hard cock."
Andy returned her kiss and felt his cock starting to grow with her horny talk. He felt her left tit with his left hand and moved his right one back to her wet pussy.
