Mum Cleans -

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England. All email comments good or critical welcomed. Please note that all email comments from an invalid email address will be deleted immediately and will not be read. Rude or abusive comments may result in blocking. Please note that I am a British female and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat and the ass is a bum or arse.

The week trundled on rather slowly, as it can. Dave was out at work most days and I just pottered around at home, doing our laundry, doing Josh's laundry and Friday was Ironing day which I did stood in front of the TV with a film on, this time it was Interstellar. It trundled on, and on, and on, crikey it was a long one and really not a lot happened in the first hour or so. Either way it took my mind off my ironing Saturday came and we had a curry delivered. A couple of poppadoms, a ridiculously large peshwari naan, boiled and coconut rice, a mixed tandoori and a Rogan Josh. I grabbed the various pickles and chutneys from the cupboard, and we sat down with a bottle of Côte du Rhone and picked and chose and added some rice and chutney.

"God, do you remember we used to go to that Indian in town, the one that did Omelettes or T Bone steak as the English choices," Dave said.

"Oh yes, it had flock wallpaper and awful lighting, you could hardly see what you were eating."

"And we had to take our own booze as they didn't have a licence."

"Yes, and you always got a bottle of Blue Nun from the outdoor next door."

"I know, we knew so little about wine in those early days."

"I still quite like Blue Nun, but I do prefer a Chablis."

"Posh girl you now."

I laughed, how our tastes had changed and matured. Our takeaway was now delivered by Deliveroo and we kept the pickles in the cupboard, all I had forgotten was to replace the Raita when we finished it last time, but we could live without it, I would get some in our next home shopping order.

We each had some of everything, my favourite was the Tandoori, Dave preferred the lamb Rogan Josh, but we each enjoyed it all. I cleared away and Dave took the last of our wine into the lounge and we sat and watched reruns of House and snuggled on the sofa. Eventually, around ten, we went up. I cleaned my teeth and went into the bedroom, Dave had a grin on his face and beckoned me over.

"It may not be date night, but I reckon we could still, you know?"

Oh, that I hadn't expected but it was a welcome surprise. I slipped my robe off and dropped it carefree onto the floor and joined Dave in bed. He pulled me to him and kissed me, his tongue sliding across my lips and then into my mouth as his hand fondled and massaged my right boob. I reached down and found his dick, hard and ready, I wondered if he had taken a Viagra, I certainly didn't mind if he did.

I eased down the bed and found my mouth at his groin. I pulled his foreskin down his shaft, popping his glans free and ran my tongue around his rim. His dick twitched and he gurgled from somewhere up the bed. His dick tasted of him and not of soap, I liked that, but he had sprayed some of his Issey Miyake aftershave around somewhere. I could smell it but fortunately not taste it. I would never say anything, but I preferred his aroma to that of a scent. He took the trouble and that is all that mattered.

I moved my mouth up and down his dick, sliding it across my tongue, briefly wondering how girls who had studs in their tongues got on, or perhaps that was the point of the stud. Not something I would ever do, along with tattoos. Pierced ears are as far as I would go. His dick filled my mouth jamming against my throat, just too big to go past, I didn't mind, I could pleasure him enough. And Josh my naughty hidden thoughts chimed in.

I eased my mouth back letting Dave's dick fall free, standing proud in his groin, I had an idea. I rolled over and straddled Dave, facing his feet. I leant beneath me and guided Dave's dick to my entrance and slowly settled down on him, gasping with delight as his dick slid into my fanny, filling me as only my husband should. And your son said my inner voice of unreason. I rocked slowly forward, Dave's dick sliding mostly out of my fanny, he should have a brilliant view of his dick sliding into and out of my fanny, my fanny lips opening to take him.

Gently I rocked back and forth, Dave's dick sliding within me, his rim finding each of my bumps and ripples, his glans pressing hard at my depth when I rocked fully back. I didn't move quickly, I rocked gently, savouring the feel of Dave beneath me, my buttocks opening and closing as I rose and fell. It had been a while since sex had been a good part of our life and I wanted ensure it stayed a good part of our life, and variety would be key, not missionary after missionary after missionary. I might even give him a sneaky midweek hand job. Who knew what life would bring him.

As his dick moved in my fanny waves of pleasure rolled through me, my breath hanging in my chest, halting, my gasps soft and pleasurable, I felt as if I could do this for ages, the gentle shag with slow rolls of pleasure. I felt Dave stir, he began to thrust as I rocked, perhaps it was approaching the end game for him. I squeezed his dick with my fanny, pulsing him, and I heard him gasping behind me and as my pressures began to boil and my electrics fizz, Dave gasped and he spurted inside me, the release for my own release and I gasped my orgasm as the pleasures exploded through my body. I slumped forwards, my fanny leaking his sperms over his crotch and after a moment a gurgle and a plop as his dick fell from my fanny, I felt empty.

I rolled off Dave and turned around, cuddling him to me, his wet groin pressed against mine as we gently kissed and caressed dropping off into a satisfied slumber. I awoke around seven still in Dave's arms, that was nice, we really had been in a rut and we had managed to fill the rut in and get our life together back on track.

I did a chicken casserole for our tea that day, thinking that there should be some left over that I could put into one of the washed out takeaway trays and give to Josh to heat up for his tea when I went round to clean on Monday.

Monday morning came so quickly, Sunday had just seemed to float by, I hardly knew where the hours had gone. Dave was off to work and I gathered all that I needed to take to Joshua's, his laundry, his chicken casserole, and my cleaning materials, all in the car and off. It seemed to take an age to get to his place, an accident on the High Road had slowed all the traffic down, all I could do was sit and listen to the radio as we inched our way past the incident.

At Josh's I went in and had a quick scan around his house, he was definitely not in and hiding somewhere to surprise me. I ferried everything in, put his casserole in the fridge, my cleaning materials in the kitchen, I would start there, and then his laundry I took upstairs. I was pleased to see that last Monday had not been a flash in the pan, that he had kept it tidy, all I had to do was clean and put away his laundry, I would try and bring him some food around on Mondays, it would just help a little.

I was just about to go back upstairs and get his dirty laundry when the door knocked. I wondered who that could be, probably nothing important, so I just opened the door. The door was pushed fully open and a attacker barged in almost sending me flying, and then the door slammed shut as he pushed it and then grabbed me by the arm.

I know I should have been scared but I was just surprised, I had no idea what was going on.

"Helo Mrs C," the youth said. I say youth, he was really probably in his early twenties. Polo top and jeans and sliders on his feet.

"You've been very naughty Mrs C." He said pushing me back again.

"What? Who are you and what do you want? And stop pushing me."

"It doesn't matter who I am, but you have been fucking your son and that is illegal and you will go to jail if I tell the rozzers," he said.

"What?" How could he know, Josh would never say anything.

"Oh I have seen it on your sons camera feed, I hacked it and I have all the recordings and I will send them to the police and post it on porn sites if you don't give me exactly what I want."

"What, I don't work, I don't have money." I didn't know Josh had camera's, what was he doing recording us, that was wrong.

"Get your clothes off bitch."

"You what? I most certainly will not, now get out." I moved to towards the door to open it and throw the oik out, but he grabbed my arm and twisted me round, pushing me to the stairs.

"Get up stairs bitch and get your clothes off or I will cut them from you," he said, a knife in his hand. "I am going to fuck you in every hole you bitch, you are going to give me what you give to prick of a son."

I didn't know what to do, I certainly did not want to have sex with him, that would be a road that would never end, his demands would become more and more, and I was in no position to defend my self against someone much younger with a knife. I backed slowly up the stairs, trying to buy time, trying to find an answer, to find a way out.

I was on the landing and backed into Josh's bedroom.

"Get your fucking clothes off, I shan't say it again," he said waving his knife at me.

I put my hands behind my back and undid the zip on my dress and slowly eased it over my shoulders, holding it as it fell down, stepping out and standing before him in my bra and knickers.

"God, I am going to enjoy you. On your knees, take my dick out and blow me."

Oh God, really, perhaps I could just get away with a hand job, it was all I could hope for. I sank to my knees in front of him and undid the belt at his waist. His jeans were a little on the large size for him, only held up by the belt, and as I undid the belt they fell down to his knees. I wondered if I could run and get out of the house, his jeans around his knees would slow him down, and I got ready to run when he grabbed my hair.

"No stupid ideas bitch," he said.

I pulled his underpants down revealing his cock, large, and not really hard, that surprised me, I expected he would be rock hard with all the emotions and adrenalin running through his blood. I put my hand around it, grimacing, and began to wank him, hoping I could make him cum and that would be that.

I thought I heard the door downstairs, and a creak on the stairs and then I saw Josh behind the attacker. I let go of his dick and leant back.

"No," I said, "No I am not touching you."

As the attacker was about to say something Josh hit him hard on the side of his head with the wooden sweeping brush, the attacker reeled around, Josh hit him hard in the face, blood splattering and then Josh kicked him hard in the chest, I heard cracking, and then hard between his legs The attacker fell to the floor unmoving.

"Are you alright Mum," Josh asked.

"Yes, no harm done, just a scare. Is he alive?" I asked worried that Josh may have killed him. Josh put a finger to the attacker's neck, "yes, just unconscious."

I put my dress back on and then looked at Josh who was standing there, his chest heaving as he regained his composure.

"I didn't know you had cameras, why are you recording us?" I asked.

"They are just security cameras, one downstairs, one upstairs, they only record when there is movement, to be honest I had forgotten about them. He must have cloned my phone and found them and looked at the footage. I will go online and change the password and delete all the footage, but first, what are we going to do with him?" He asked pointing at the attacker on the floor who was beginning to come round and starting to cry.

"We can put him in the car and drop him at the hospital," I said.

"No, they have CCTV, they would see you do that. Let's just drop him in the moor, he can find his own way home."

Josh pulled the attackers phone from his jeans pocket and then a wallet and some keys. "He won't be needing these," Josh said.

We got the attacker to his feet and helped him downstairs and into my car. Josh sat behind him with some washing line cord that he fetched from under his sink around the attacker's neck. "Don't try anything stupid," Josh said to him.

I locked Josh's house and reversed off his drive and headed off to the moors, about a forty minutes' drive away, I avoided the centre of town not knowing if the accident had been cleared or not. Once out of town it was just a case of driving along virtually traffic free country roads.

"Pull up here Mum," Josh said and I pulled into a field gateway. "You get out first Mum," Josh said. I did, I also took the keys from the ignition and put them under the seat, just in case the attacker had any ideas and tried to steal the car.

I went around to the passenger side and opened the doors. Josh got out still holding the cord tightly around the attackers neck. "Get out," he said.

The attacker got out and looked at Josh. "Open the gate and walk through to the field," Josh said. The attacker did so with Josh following. I stood by the gate and watched, wondering what Josh had planned. "Get your clothes off," Josh said, the attacker shook his head, "no."

Josh jerked the cord causing the attacker to stumble. "Get your clothes off and throw them to my Mum.

The attacker stepped out of his jeans and underpants and threw them to me.

"And your sliders," Josh said, the attacker complied.

Josh took the attackers knife, I hadn't seen Josh pick it up, "Mum, come and cut his top off," he said handing me the knife. I cut up the front of the top and peeled the remains from the attacker, he was now naked.

"Take his clothes and get in the car mum and start the engine, I will be a moment."

I took the clothes and went back to the car, closing the rear door, but left the front open and then got in to the car, retrieving the keys from under my seat, and started the engine.

Josh came through the gate, closing it behind him, the cord coiled in his hand. He got in the seat, shut the door, and said "let's go Mum."

"What have you done to him?" I asked.

"He is asleep Mum, when he wakes up he can find his own way home."

"Josh, it's winter, he is naked, he will freeze to death," I said as I pulled back onto the road.

"He better wake up soon and start walking then," Josh said, "I have no sympathy, he tried to rape you."

I drove in silence. I don't know what I would have done, but letting the attacker rape me hadn't been on the cards.

"Stop mum, pull over by that bin." Josh said.

There was a wheelie bin at the end of a track, I pulled over and Josh dropped the clothes and cord into the bin, we drove off and a few miles down the road Josh asked me to pull over again, and he threw the knife and wallet into the midst of a thicket at the roadside. Eventually we got back home and I set to cleaning the blood off Josh's bedroom floor, luckily there wasn't much. Josh came up with a mug of tea.

"Here Mum, stop, and drink this." He handed me a tea.

I sat on the bed and sipped at the tea.

"How are you Mum, really."

"Fine."

"You were just attacked Mum, you can't be fine."

"Oh fiddlesticks, nothing happened, and I was sure I would find some way to get out of it, my next move was to squeeze his balls really really hard, that would have stopped him, but luckily you came home and saved the day. Why were you home anyway, you were supposed to be working today."

"They got ransom ware on the server at work, so they sent us home whilst they sort it. I opened the door meaning to sneak up on you and surprise you, what I saw instead, and heard, made my blood run cold."

"Luckily no harm done to us, and hopefully he will have learned his lesson. Any idea who he is?"

"He looks like someone that used to work in our office, in a different part, I think they let him go on Friday. He must somehow have cloned my phone, although I have no idea how people do that. Anyway, I have his phone and I have removed the sim and I am going to smash the phone and drop it down a drain. I have changed all my passwords, and deleted all the recorded video up until today. I want to keep that as evidence, just in case he makes a complaint, not that I expect that he will."

"If he survives."

"Oh, he will live, eventually he will stagger onto the road, and someone will help him. Don't worry about him, he doesn't deserve any of your thoughts."

"I liked that you had tidied the place, even though you weren't going to be here for any extras."

"Well, it just seems right, anyway, even though I am here, after this morning, I expect that there will be no extras Mum."

"Let me finish cleaning and we will see, I need to reward my brave boy."

I handed him my empty mug and shoo'd him out of his bedroom. I had gotten the blood up, and I just wanted to check for splatter spots, I couldn't see any. I put his clothes into his drawers, which were still tidy, just laying the laundered clothes on top of the existing, as I had planned to do. His bed wasn't due for a refresh today, so I just pulled the quilt back a little to air the bed and left his room to it.

I cleaned his loo, adding a good amount of bleach to keep it clean, wiped around his wash basin, and cleaned his shower. All done upstairs, I headed back down. I ran the vacuum around his lounge and mopped his kitchen floor, looking around I was satisfied that all was clean. I got my cleaning things together and went and put them in the car along with this weeks dirty laundry. Done.

Back in, I sat on the sofa next to Joshua. "All done," I said.

"Are you sure that you are okay?" He asked, "I am not sure I would be."

"Nothing really happened, he saw me in my underwear and that was about it. I was just preparing to squeeze his balls to death when you came in and saved me from having to touch them, so no harm, no foul, now, give me a cuddle."

He tutted and then as I leant forward, he put his arm around me and pulled me to him, squeezing me, my head on his shoulder. I saw his trousers twitch; I knew what he needed. I put my hand over his zip and pressed down, there was a nice hard bulge and he sighed, one of those involuntary pleasure sighs. I undid the belt at his waist, and then the button and lowered his zip, his underpants stretched forwards, I eased them over his dick and released his monster.

"Oh God Mum," he said quietly, "I didn't expect you to."

I leant down and sucked his dick into my mouth, my tongue running around his rim still hidden by his foreskin. Time to release the kraken. I pushed his foreskin down his shaft, loving how his glans was slowly revealed, his foreskin eventually popping over the rim. I moved away and knelt in front of him and pulled his trousers and underpants down leaving him sat in just his shirt. I stood up and undid my dress and pulled it off, leaving it on the seat behind him, then my bra, and then finally my knickers.

His eyes were staring, my heart was beating. I moved forward and knelt over him, straddling him, my hand guiding his dick into my fanny, and I settled, his dick slowly filling me, his rim scraping my ripples, my buttocks separating onto his thighs.

"Oh shit," he said, I smiled, time for a bit of youngster sex, his Dad and I used to do this after his parents had gone to bed, not daring to go up to his room, their sofa would have to do. I started to rise and fall on his dick, feeling it slide within me.

"Your Dad and I used to do this when his parents went to bed," I whispered into his ear.

"Oh God," he muttered.

"Yeah, when I was your age and going out with your dad," I rose and fell, my fanny squeezing his dick as I moved, my hands softly around his neck as I rocked, "we used to go back to his house, and then when his parents went up to bed we had some time to ourselves, and this is what we would do."