Mum Screams Again

Thank you for reading my stories, I would love to hear what you think. Love Mica xxx West Yorkshire, England

The next morning Greg sent me a text, did I want to go over?

I sent one back saying yes, if I wasn't going to get chucked out again.

When I knocked on Greg's door June answered, she seemed flat again.

"Oh. Leo. He's upstairs, come in." Nothing else, no smile, nothing. I passed her and went up to Greg's room, he was lolling on his bed, shooting aliens.

"Hi."

"Hi. How is your hot sexy mum this morning Leo, does she want me yet? Does she want a certified motherfucker?"

"Oh. So you have had sex with your mum then?"

"Oh yes."

"Go on then, tell me."

"Well, after you went, she spoke to me. 'So, what is the price for your silence and for you to delete that disgusting video' she asked me."

"Did you tell her straight away?"

"No. I said 'why is it disgusting, you were just doing what comes natural.' And she gave me one of her death looks."

"Does she know that you know that it is not your dad?"

"Oh yes. I said 'perhaps Jules dad won't find it disgusting' and she went as if to slap me again. I stepped back, but she stopped. 'So, what is the price?' she asked. 'Well, what do you think you could offer me?' I asked her."

"'Do you want money?' she said, 'gosh oh no mum, not money, oh no.' I said sort of mentally undressing her, looking her up and down, you know?"

"Yes, I do, what was her response?"

"She looked at me and stepped away a little. 'You want sex, is that it, you want me to give you a hand job?' At that point I don't think she could have hated me any more. I nearly stopped, but, well, my dick took over. 'I can do a hand job by myself mum, not a hand job, no, more than that mum, more than that.' 'A blow job then.' I looked at her and dropped my shorts, my dick hard pointing at her, you know? 'No mum, more than that.'"

"Bloody hell, I would have been too scared to get my dick out in front of my mum." Well, we know that isn't strictly true.

"She looked at my dick, and then at me with I think pity in her eyes. 'You expect me to fuck you for your silence.' I just smiled Leo, words were unnecessary. 'Right' she said, 'lock the front door. I will see you in my bedroom.' I thought 'wow, this is going to happen' and I locked the door and rushed up to her room."

"Wow mate, you were actually going to shag your mum, wow."

"I get into her bedroom, and she was laying naked on her bed. Her legs together. Her tits flopping on her chest. Her face was stern, not smiling. 'Do you want me on my back or my knees?' she asked me, and I told her on her knees. I love the look of a woman on her knees, her fanny bare, waiting."

"Wow," what else could I say, I sensed this wasn't going to be the pot of joy he hoped for.

"Mum rolled over and got to her knees, her arms straight, hands on the bed. 'get on with it' she said."

"Not quite what you were hoping for then." Nothing like my experience, but I sure as hell wasn't going to let him know I had shagged mum.

"No. I got on the bed and lined up and pushed in. No resistance, nothing. I shagged her hard until I came, my spunk dripping from her as my dick fell out. 'Right you can leave now you have had what you want.' She didn't move. I got off the bed and left her to it. I heard her go into her shower."

"So now you have shagged your mum, how do you feel?"

"It was awful, no better than a wank, and now mum hates me."

"I guess you got what you deserved, I don't know. I don't think I could try and blackmail my mum like that. I don't think I would want to, if she didn't want to."

"Wish I hadn't done it now, I can't undo it."

"You can try."

"How?"

"Little things, make her cups of tea, glass of wine, compliment her, tell her she is beautiful, and if she says you're only doing it because you want to shag her again, tell her no, not unless she wants to, and walk away. She might come round, she might soften, and if she does, then you go down on her, you know, tongue her."

"I could try that I suppose."

I left Greg to his bad mood. It was his own fault I guess. When I got home mum was folding laundry.

"How was Greg," she asked.

"I don't know if I should tell you, but, after yesterday, I guess I can, but this is absolutely strictest confidence, okay? Please don't treat him differently when he comes round."

"My God Leo, this sounds bad."

"It is. He blackmailed his mum into letting him shag her."

"What? She went along with it? Must be something really bad. I presume it is what he saw?"

"Yes. He went home early the other and found his mum in bed with another man, not his dad."

"Not exactly earth shattering, it happens a lot, I see it in our road, in fact, I have done it."

"What? Who?"

"You silly. I have not cheated on your dad with anyone except you."

"You had me worried there."

"Would you have tried to blackmail me, if I had, and you had caught me?"

"God no. I probably wouldn't even have said anything, but I never would do that, what Greg did. I wanted you to want to, I never wanted to force you."

"Good answer, so, what happened with his mum then?"

"When he first said he knew and had the video, his mum slapped him."

"Good for her. I guess that didn't slap any sense into him?"

"No. Anyway, when they sent me away yesterday his mum asked him what his price was for the video, did he want money? He said no, and then she realised what he wanted. Apparently words were spoken and then she took her clothes off, knelt on the bed, and told him to do what he wanted."

"Was he stupid enough to do it?"

"Sadly, yes."

"Idiot."

"Agreed, anyway, he says she just knelt there, let him do it, and when he had finished, she told him to get out and she went in the shower."

"Their relationship is ruined. If she leaves his dad, I doubt she will see him again."

"I told him he needed to fix it. Be nice, do things for her, if she accuses him of just wanting more sex, he must say no. I don't think it will work, but I couldn't think what else."

"He, frankly, is a more stupid boy than I gave him credit for."

"I know."

"What about your other friends, Steve, Tony, are they harbouring the same desires?"

"Mostly they want to get into your knickers, they don't talk much about their mums."

"And what do you think about them wanting to do that?"

"I don't mind them wanting, I mean, you are gorgeous, but I would not be happy if they actually tried anything."

"Good. You realise that I would ban them from the house if they tried?"

"No, but yes, good."

Dad came home shortly after and our conversations turned to books that made good films, and films that ruined the book. It was quite lively. Dinner was chicken and chips, easy and very tasty. Dad went up for a bath, and we could hear him splashing around. Mum came over and gave me a kiss and then she rubbed my trousers.

"It won't be long," she said, "before we have another private moment."

I smiled. My approach seemed better than Gregs.

"But tonight I shall be with your dad, don't come peeking or bothering."

"Okay mum, thanks for the heads up."

Mum and dad had noisy sex that night, it sounded as if they both enjoyed it, and that was good. I did my best to ignore them and slept.

In the morning I went round to Greg's, knocked the door and waited. Eventually his mum answered.

"Hello June," I said, "you look nice today."

"He's upstairs. I expect that you will be wanting me next," she said and then turned away and went through to the kitchen. Odd. I went up to Greg's room.

"Your mums in a funny mood."

"Yeah, not talking much. She asked me if I wanted to do it again to keep my silence."

"What did you say?"

"I said 'no mum, I won't betray you, I want to, with you mum, but only if you want to.' I don't think she really listened."

"No I guess not."

"What about you Leo, do you want to shag your mum?"

How good a liar am I? "What? Nah, it's not worth the aggro, I mean, a shag's a shag isn't it?"

"S'pose. You know Steve is shagging his mum?"

"No, how did he manage that?"

"I don't know if I believe him, he makes out his mum started it, but I am not sure."

"Do you believe him?

"Yeah, I suppose, I mean shagging your mum is not something you would make up, really, is it?"

"S'pose not."

We had an unsatisfactory hour on his PlayStation and then Greg said, "I'm not feeling it today."

"I think that when I've gone, you should go and tell your mum that you wish you'd never done it and that you have deleted the video, and then just walk away and leave her to her own devices."

"Do you think that would help?"

"Probably not, but it isn't going to make things worse."

I went round to Steve's, but he was out according to his mum, so I just asked her how she was, passed the time of day for about a minute and said goodbye. My dick was telling me that she wanted me to go in, my brain said I was the dick and to leave her be. So I ended up back at home.

Mum was peeling potatoes, I guess we were having mash and something for tea.

"Hi Leo," she said, "good day?"

"Average, Greg is in a funk, Steve was out and I CBA going to Tony's."

"Oh well, I am busy doing tea, so it'll be an hour before I'm free."

"No worries mum, I don't expect you to be free all the time."

I went upstairs. Took a shower and then lay on my bed, not bothering to get dressed. The whole day was just a loss.

I heard mum and dad having sex again that night, that just depressed me even more, and when I got up in the morning I just felt a bit dead. I didn't want to go and get depressed at Gregs, Steve always seemed to be out, and Tony seemed to have his own thing going on.

I went down to grab some toast. Dad shouted goodbye and the door slammed and he was gone, another day of work for him, a day of boredom for me. Mum came into the kitchen where she had been hanging out the washing.

"Morning love," she said, a smile across her face.

"Morning mum, how are you?"

"Oh I feel good this morning Leo, really good."

"I'm not surprised after last night mum, you certainly sounded, er, happy."

"Oh, that was last night silly, this morning is a new day and I feel good."

"Do you? That's nice mum."

"Oh you are silly. Why do you think I feel good?"

"I don't know mum, why,"

"Because I get to spend time with you, you silly sausage. I am going up for a shower, care to join me?"

"Oh, wow, yes, I mean, hell yes."

"Lock the back and front doors and I will see you up in my shower."

Well that completely changed things. I was in a funk because Greg had monumentally fucked things up with his mum, Steve was shagging his mum and Tony was doing whatever the hell Tony was doing, sucking his mum's tit's if the stories were true.

I nipped out and bolted the side gate, then the back door, made sure all the windows were shut, locked the front door and went upstairs. In my room I stripped off my shirt and shorts and walked naked through to mum's room. She was already in the shower, I was fascinated to see that she had taken the head of the rose and had the snaky pipe up between her legs. I guessed she was washing her insides after last night.

As I got into the shower behind her she was reaffixing the head onto the snaky pipe, and then put it on the hook so it was a shower again.

"Scrunchy mum," I said, my hand reaching past her to take the scrunchy.

Mum used a very soft scrunchy and I smothered it with gel and then started to rub across her shoulders, slowly and softly, left to right and then back, the scrunchy lathering the gel, a cascade of bubbles sliding down her back, helped by the run of the shower water. I then washed down each side of her back and around to her side boobs, cupping them in my hand before washing them.

Her back completed I dipped the scrunchy down between her buttocks and then underneath, a finger accidentally sliding inside her and wiggling, mum giggled.

"Turn around mum, I may have missed some bits."

"Oh you naughty boy seeing your mum like this."

She turned and I was close up to her boobs and fanny, my hard dick jutting forward and touching her mons. More gel on the scrunchy and I washed her boobs, circling each nipple and then going down to her mons and sliding past and into her valley. Gently between her lips, and my finger once again fell inside.

"I need to do your legs mum," I said kneeling in front of her. I washed her legs and as I leant forward my tongue fell into her valley, tasting her sweetness, her knees seemed to buckle and mum grabbed the shower sides. My tongue checked inside her whilst I was there.

"Enough," she said, "I need to do you now, get up and swap places."

I got to my feet and we did the shower shuffle, swapping places, I rested my hands on the wall, my back to mum. Mum poured gel onto my back and then used her hands to smooth it over and then the scrunchie to scour and exfoliate. As she went between the cheeks of my backside, somehow, a finger seemed to find its way inside me. That felt very peculiar, and then she was washing my balls, and that was much nicer.

"Turn around Leo," she said as she pulled away, and out.

I turned, my erection hard, my dick jutting, my excitement palpable, I couldn't help thinking what a prat Greg was, how, if he had played things differently, he could be having an experience like this with his mum. And then I stopped thinking, mum had dropped to her knees and was washing my dick with her mouth.

How I held it back, I do not know, but I managed. My dick felt like a tickle from my deep root all the way past my balls to my tip, her mouth barely covered me but the sensations were all along me. Slowly mum pulled back and my dick was free and the tickle eased.

"Time to get dry," mum said and stepped out of the shower, I followed and patted her dry, and then she dried me. The towels were discarded and we left her ensuite for her bedroom. Mum lay on the bed, her knees together, her arms over her chest, laying almost like a mummy. I climbed onto the bed and then bent and kissed her crease, tight and almost hidden between her tight thighs.

I wasn't looking at her face, but she was murmuring, sighs of pleasure I thought, and then she pushed me away and bent down to me, and she blew at the end of my dick, her hand pulling my foreskin down revealing my end. She blew into my little hole, she pulled my foreskin down hard, the join straining, feeling, almost, as if it were going to tear.

She licked around my rim, her tongue sending spasms of intense tickle throughout my dick, down past my balls to my root deep inside me. Her fingers held and caressed my balls, squeezing them to the point of almost pain, and then she rolled me over and kissed my arse, her tongue pushing in as her hand wanked my dick. I had never felt anything like it, my senses were overloaded.

Mum turned me onto my back again and she straddled me, backwards, her face towards my feet, and her buttocks towards my face. She took my dick and stroked it along her valley before positioning and then lowering herself, me watching my dick disappear inside her.

This was so surreal. My dick was buried inside a fanny, I could see where it went in, and as mum moved herself back and forwards I could see my dick moving inside, and I could see mums fanny wall extending, stretching and taking my girth. As she moved faster her crinkle would sort of wink, and the feeling in my dick was intense, I think because I could see what was happening. As mum rocked forward, my dick began to reappear, I could feel her fanny slide over my dick and I could see her fanny sort of gripping me, holding me as she moved.

My balls were hidden the other side of mum, but I felt them tighten and sort of tremble, I felt mum's fanny begin to squeeze me, small pulses seemed to go up and down my dick and I felt my cheeks squeeze tight shut and I exploded inside mum, my balls emptied, a sort of rush and my dick filled her fanny.

Mum gurgled and twitched and the she rose a little and I had the sight of watching my seed dribble out of mum's gaping fanny, drip, drip, drip.

"I didn't quite finish," mum said, "you'll have to do it."

She rolled over and lay on her back, her legs apart, white still dribbling out of her fanny.

I bent over her and sucked her clitoris into my mouth and lapped it with my tongue, my finger paddling in the goo as it dripped. I slipped two fingers inside her, crooking and straightening them, moving them in and out as my tongue lapped at her clit, dabbing, pressing.

A finger was pressed at her crinkle, but not insistent, it didn't push in, just on. My fingers stretched up inside her and pushed at the root of her clit as my tongue washed over it, lapping, sucking.

I felt a tightening around my fingers, and mum's breath started gasping. I let her clit go and then just softly pressed it with my nose as my fingers sawed in and out of her, a finger pressing at her crinkle, and my tongue stroking her valley.

"Oh absolutely utterly fuck," mum screamed, her fanny squeezed my fingers so hard I thought she had broken them, she bucked up, almost breaking my nose and her back arched, high, tense, and then she sort of cried and fell back to the bed.

"Okay," she gasped, "I think you know what happened there."

"No mum," I said smiling, "nothing that I noticed."

"Silly boy," she gasped as she held my head. "Shit, that was a good one."

It just confirmed how Greg got it all wrong.