It was to be three weeks before I would find out. In all that time I had a series of early starts and when I didn't Jenny was on late starts so there was never any opportunity.
All that day after my conversation with mum my mind was in turmoil. I knew she liked sex from what Don had told me and the pictures he shown me, and the fact that from time to time I had looked in her bedside cabinet drawer and the vibrator was never in the same place for long.
What I hadn't realized was that she was getting off to the sounds of Jenny and me fucking, something I decided to keep to myself. If Jen knew she would become very embarrassed and inhibited, and it gave me quite a thrill to think that mum was cumming at about the same time we were.
Later that day I texted her, Jenny, and told her I wanted her to be a prostitute in the bedroom that night. We often set up role plays during the day and enjoyed the anticipation thinking about how sexy we could be when the time came. She texted back "£100, money first." I asked her what would be included for that price and she sent back a long list of pretty well everything that two people can do o and with each other, adding that she would also give me her already soaking thong to keep as a memento.
Through the course of the evening we kept exchanging glances which I'm sure mum picked up on and strangely enough we decided that we were both quite tired and an early night wouldn't go amiss. As I followed Jenny out of the room I winked at mum who gave a little knowing smile back and wished us goodnight. She followed us up a few minutes later and I heard her go into her room.
From where the bed is situated in our room you could not see the door as it was partially hidden by the wardrobe and Jenny's clothes hanging on the front of it, so she couldn't see that I had left it very slightly ajar.
It didn't take long for us to get into it and she played her part wonderfully. The thing about Jen was that the more turned on she got the louder she became and she didn't try to hold back at all as she had her first orgasm on my tongue. The fact that I knew mum could hear us had me close to cumming but I managed to control it even though my cock was pressed against the bedding.
After she had calmed down a bit I got her to kneel on the bed so I could fuck her doggy fashion, her favourite position and one where she comes quite violently.
As I thrust into her and felt her thrusting back at me I kept telling her what a dirty bitch she was, a filthy whore to which she responded in equally foul language calling me all the names under the sun. I felt her getting higher and higher and just at the crucial moment I pushed my middle finger slowly but deeply into her arse. She almost screamed with the intensity of her climax, all concern about anyone hearing completely forgotten, and her violent jerking brought me off deep inside her.
After it was all over we pulled apart and fell into the bed and slept soundly, too exhausted to worry about cleaning up.
The next day I was on an early call and didn't see mum until I got home mid afternoon. Jenny had given me a long goodbye kiss before I left although she was muttering something about sticky and damp but I didn't have time to do much about it.
When I got in mum made a pot of tea and brought me a cup to the lounge where I had gone to sit. She smiled as she handed it to me.
"Tired?"
I nodded.
"I'm not surprised after last night." she said.
I smiled back at her as she came and sat on the edge of the settee beside me, and tried hard not to look as embarrassed as I felt. In the cold light of day things seemed different. She put her hand on my knee.
"Thank you."
"What for?" I asked. I saw her cheeks begin to colour.
"I think you know." she said softly. I nodded slowly.
"Twice for me last night." she said in the same soft voice. "That hasn't happened for a long time."
"Oh mum."
"Look....don't feel awkward about it...........it seemed good for all of us."
I just nodded at her, my face crimson.
"Does Jenny know?"
"What, that you can hear us?"
"Yes."
I shook my head. "She would die of embarrassment."
She paused as we sipped our tea.
"Best she doesn't then."
She perked up a bit as she looked at me.
"I think I'll pop over to Don's for a couple of days." She took another sip. "He's been asking me for a week or two now and it's about time I had a real fuck not a plastic one."
This sudden frankness from my mother amazed me. It was as if all her pent up feelings and emotions were emerging having found someone she could trust and speak openly to. It was a revelation to hear her talk like this and quite frankly it was arousing as well.
She looked at me waiting for my reaction and I cleared my throat embarrassedly.
"Well......" I began but didn't honestly know what to say. She laughed lightly.
"I'll probably go in the morning and be back for the weekend.....but I might be a bit bow-legged by then!"
We both laughed and it eased the moment for me. She took our empty cups and put them on the little table then put her hand back on my knee.
"You know..." she started softly, "I loved it when you were living at home. I used to love having you around and you were such an antidote to your father."
"You never really got on too well with him did you." I said. She shook her head sadly.
