A few words from Jayne.
Thanks to all of you who left comments on the first few parts of this story. They have persuaded me to continue with it and I hope you enjoy the rest of how my mum's and my affair developed.
I should add a gentle warning that this story contains details of an incestuous relationship so do not read if you find that offensive.
Love,
Jayne x
Although I was over the moon about having a grope of mum's, or were they Jayne's, tits, I was also frustrated by what we'd done or, more to the point, what we hadn't done. I mean, I was lying naked in my bed with a raging, full hard-on when she came in wearing just a lacy, mid-thigh length, thin nightdress. It had a low neck and her tits were obviously bare under it as I could see that they wobbled around and jiggled sexily as she moved and, of course her nipples, which must have been fucking rock hard, made great big bulges in the silky material.
When she came into my room I thought, and of course hoped, that it was because she had decided that we could at last fuck. But no fucking way. Bloody women, who can understand them, certainly not a nineteen-year-old blagger like me! It wasn't that at all, in fact she stressed that there was no way she was going to let me fuck her. But and it was a big and beautiful but, I could, so she said as she pulled the top of her nighty down, play with her tits.
And I did exactly that and it was fucking brilliant. All too soon, though, she made me finish and after running her finger along the bulge of my erection under the sheet, she put her tits away, told me not to worry as she could wash the sheet and fucked off back to her own room. That left me with just one alternative and my hand sorted that out with a heavy load plastering my belly and chest which, being the considerate son that I was, I cleaned up in the bathroom saving her the job of washing the sheet.
The next day Emily had kindly arranged a day out for us visiting Gibraltar and seeing the Rock. I'd heard of it of course but had no idea what it was all about. It was big and quite impressive though, driving the forty odd miles to look at this fucking great rock and having lunch was about as exciting as seeing it on TV. In some ways it was actually less so as mum and Emily were fully dressed whereas had we been at the villa they'd have been in bikinis flashing their bits and pieces at me.
Although nothing of any sexual significance happened during the trip to Gibraltar and back the atmosphere and mood between me and mum was different to what it had been previously. Maybe it was my imagination but she seemed to be more open and closer to me, friendlier, without doubt sexier and at times, altogether more like a girlfriend than a mum. I suppose, really, she was acting towards me like a mature woman who has shown a bloke her tits and has let him play with them, would act.
We got back to the villa around four and I had a snooze, a wank and a shower. Emily had invited some local friends for a barbecue and I was pleased to see that their daughter was quite tasty. Just over eighteen, she was a dark-haired, slightly dumpy bird with a bright and bubbly personality. We got on well and around nine I persuaded her, not that she needed much persuading, to come for a walk with me along the beach. On the way back we sat on an upturned boat rocks and I tried my luck with her and I did okay. As we kissed, I managed to get quite a good feel of her ass and tits but not, despite trying, any pussy action with my fingers. I did, though, get agreement for a date and we exchanged numbers. I wasn't that keen on her but with the old saying of any port in a storm in mind I mentally tucked Katie as a maybe in case I needed it later in the holiday. One good thing about it, though, it caused mum to look at me with a strange expression when we wandered back into the house around eleven. Was it jealousy I thought later?
When I went to bed, I was hoping for a repeat performance of last night's tit show but no such luck so, it was a bit of laptop porn, imagining Jayne and Emily were in bed with me and a quick hand fuck before falling asleep and waking up with my usual morning wood and, so, another wank. I was pretty sure I'd go blind before I was out of my teens!
The next morning, I went to the gym where Em. had arranged a temporary membership, she knew one of the managers so got it for nothing or so she said though, I reckon she may have paid in kind. It was later than I'd been other days so I wasn't going to finish until twelve-thirty or thereabouts and that gave me the idea to ring mum and see if she'd like to have lunch; I knew she had no plans for the afternoon. On previous visits to the gym I'd found a nice little bar that served food so I thought it would be nice to eat there overlooking the beach and sea and, although I knew I shouldn't, I called mum when I was on the cross trainer. We chatted for a bit until I told her the reason for the call.
"It's a nice little bar restaurant not far from the gym," I explained with her replying that she had no idea where the gym was so I explained that it was just a couple of miles towards Monteros.
"Okay then so shall I walk?"
"No probably best to get a cab, it'll only be five minutes or so," I told her.
"Alright then, let's do it."
"Great say two then?"
"Right see you there, I'll get a table and I'll wait inside for you."
"I take it that it's casual?"
"Yes of course, come in a bikini or nothing if you want," I told her making her laugh and reply.
"I might just do that."
"Great that's a date then, right?"
"Is it Peter?"
