It was half past midnight when I got in, tired, dirty and not in the best of humour.
Sunday had been going well. Mum had been out most of the day and Jen and I had the place to ourselves, so a leisurely lunch with a couple of glasses of wine saw us very relaxed and amorous. We almost went to bed then but by a sort of unspoken agreement we decided to wait until the evening when our anticipation would be so high we would fuck uninhibitedly. I was also aware that I would get additional excitement from knowing that my mother would be masturbating in the next room as she listened to us, something mum and I both thought it best for Jen not to know!
Then about half past six the phone rang.
A good friend and his wife were on holiday abroad and his mother who lived alone and not very far from us had rung him in a state of distress that something in her bathroom had started to leak and water was dripping down from the ceiling in the kitchen below. He said he realized it was a hell of a favour but would I be able to go and have a look at it for her and see if there was anything I could do.
Six hours later I got back home having spent most of that time crawling around on my hands and knees under the basin and the bath trying to sort it for her. It was one of those things that just when you thought you done it...you saw that you hadn't. Eventually I stopped the leak but only after re-plumbing half the bathroom and eventually made it home.
The only consolation was that, although she was in her early 70's she was still a fine looking woman and in many respects reminded me of mum. She was a little on the larger side with breasts that I would imagine hung down on her stomach when unsupported, and a bottom that just cried out to be fondled!
The best thing though was her wash-basket in the corner of the bathroom. During the first time she went downstairs to make me a cup of tea I investigated its' contents and to my delight found two pairs of 'granny' pants one of which was heavily stained with both white streaks and leaked piss. Although tempted I didn't lift them out as I could hear her stirring the cup downstairs and knew she would be back upstairs shortly. The next time however, she offered to make me a sandwich so I knew I had enough time to investigate them more thoroughly.
I got the stained ones from the basket and held them to my nose as I freed my penis from my jeans. It hardened in seconds as I inhaled the aroma of her old cunt and the stale piss and wondered if she had masturbated in them. She didn't appear to wipe after pissing if the stains were anything to go by and the gusset was salty to taste as I ran my tongue over it. I enjoyed them for a few minutes thinking how similar to mum's they were then heard her on the landing! I quickly threw them into the basket and struggled to get my hard cock tucked away before she appeared at the door. I don't know if she saw me, she said nothing but was smiling as she handed me the sandwich.
I looked in on Jen before heading for the shower in the hope that she might still be awake and waiting but the sound of her soft snoring put paid to any that and did little to lift my mood. The shower relaxed me a little and I went downstairs in just my dressing gown to have a beer – a poor consolation prize. As I got it from the fridge I noticed the wine bottle from lunchtime now empty in the waste bin along with another one. Jen had obviously gone to bed quite relaxed!
As I was sitting there mulling over the events of the day I was startled as the door opened and mum came in quietly and closed it behind her.
'Not quite the way you expected your weekend to end,' she said softly, sadly a very accurate statement.
She was wearing a thin nightdress which ended above her knee and did little to disguise her heavy breasts and pointed nipples. From the way it rode up as she sat opposite me a large part of her upper thighs were on display also which she did little to try and cover. I could feel the stirrings in my groin which I tried to suppress.
'No,' I said wearily, 'I was hoping she would still be awake for me.'
'She was up to about an hour ago but the wine overtook her and she went off to bed.' She paused. 'But she did ask if she could borrow my toy so I told her to help herself.'
She looked at me warily expecting me to go mad I suppose, but it was just one more blow to add to the heap that had already spoilt my evening.
I shook my head and gave a little laugh.
'Well at least she went to bed satisfied.' I said ruefully.
'Not really,' she went on, 'there was a call from her boss, something about someone rang him and said they wouldn't be able to come in tomorrow so he asked her to come in early, at 8.00am. She was pretty pissed off about that as she had been looking forward to a lie-in in the morning.'
I smiled. 'Serve her right.' I said with a degree of satisfaction. 'I've not got anything before noon tomorrow.'
'That's what I thought,' there was a long pause then she looked at me with a slight smile. '...so would you like me to bring you up a cup of tea in the morning?'
It must have been my dark mood because I didn't immediately cotton on to what she was saying then it hit me.
I looked at her wide-eyed.
'You mean...?'
She nodded, 'Well...the house will be empty so...' She shrugged her shoulders.
I looked at her unable to believe that it might really happen at last. All the times I had thought about our conversations, and the times I had imagined it was her I was in when I was fucking Jen, of knowing she could hear us as I did...
I nodded slowly.
'Are you sure you really want to?' I asked fearful that the answer might not be what I wanted to hear.
This time it was her turn to nod but then her eyes dropped to my crotch and her smile widened. 'And I can see the idea appeals to you as well!'
I looked down and to my horror my dressing gown had fallen open from the waist down exposing my cock that was by now fully erect.
'God mum, I'm sorry.' I blurted out turning red and attempting to cover myself up.
'Don't be,' she said softly, 'and please don't cover it. You look so inviting.'
I was more worried in case Jen woke up and came down than my mother seeing me, but it did give me a thrill knowing she was looking at me and enjoying it. I pulled my gown together as best I could but it didn't cover all it should.
'About 8.30 be ok?'
I nodded slowly. 'Are you sure though?'
Her response was to stand up and move in front of me casting a glance at the closed door as she did. She leant down and took my hand and pushed it up under her nightdress widening her stance as she did. She pulled my wrist until my hand was at her crotch and I could feel her hairs, slightly wiry and soft at the same time.
'Go on,' she whispered, 'feel me.'
It was as if a lot of my dreams had suddenly come true. It was the first time I had ever intimately touched my mother and yet here she was urging me on and for a moment my hand remained still. Then I started to slowly and gently explore her and could feel her soft flesh beneath the hair, the warmth from between her thighs and then the wetness. As I slid my finger along what felt like a deep well -lubricated slit she gave a sharp intake of breath followed by a soft moan.
'Oh fuck!' she whispered bending forward close to my ear.