All people having sexual activity in this story are eighteen and over.
Foreword.
This is the story of a mother and son coming together during the winter holidays.
My story started when I was twelve, I started buying small valuable things, gold, diamonds and anything that was small and valuable. When I was twelve, my grandpa died, he was a wealthy accountant and business man. He left me ten thousand pounds; he wanted me to have this to buy my first car. With this money, I started trading in small valuable items and it didn't take long for my ten thousand to become fifty thousand.
I also had a little part-time job at the local auction house, which gave me an insight into the value of antiques. My part-time job became full time during my school holidays. I conducted all my transactions in cash, and over the years, I amassed large amounts of cash. At seventeen and a half I had sat my final exams at school, my grades were good and that's when I had a serious talk with mum.
She wanted me to go to university, and I wanted to operate my business legally. Mum was an accountant like her father, she'd inherited her father's accountancy firm and also his substantial property company. Mum had divorced dad two years ago as he was a serious womanizer. She had me when she was eighteen, they'd got married and moved into a house grandpa had bought. Mum went to university and got her accountancy degree. My grandparents spent a lot of time with me in my early years. I was happy mum divorced dad as I hadn't spoken to him since I had started my little business. The last time he'd wished me a Happy Birthday, I was ten.
Mum was all for me going to university and studying accountancy. I then showed her a safe I had with over four hundred thousand pounds in it and also, I had stock with a retail value of over one hundred thousand pounds. Antiques would be my life, but I would help her with her property company and I could also help her with the management of the accountancy firm. We were at home and mum opened a bottle of Champagne and said, "Barry, our property company makes twenty times what the accountancy firm makes. Over the next few years, we'll spend time together, so you'll have a full understanding of it. I also have a bank premises, with its safes, in the High Street that you can use for your business. It also has above a very nice apartment which you could rent out."
Present Day.
On my eighteenth birthday, the shop was open for business. I had rented the apartment above out, and I'd converted an office at the back of the building into a lounge, bedroom with a bathroom for entertaining in as I was still living at home with mum. Having a place where clients could contact me significantly improved my business. I was so much busier, which made mum happy as her office was now doing my accounts.
My business's success thrilled me, despite my six-day work week. I also found that many of these female dealers were neglected wives. I lost my virginity to a busty fifty-year-old neglected wife.
At school, when I'd seen other boys naked at sports, I realised I was well endowed. Now I was sexually active. The feedback about the size of my cock was very encouraging. With each friendship, my sexual prowess was increasing rapidly and with a mature woman in her late sixties told me I was giving her the best fucks of her life.
With one dealer who was renting three cabinets from me, she was in her mid-forties; I was fucking her and her twenty-one-year-old voluptuous daughter. The mother knew I was fucking the daughter, and the daughter knew I was fucking the mother. I never had a threesome with the two of them, but I'd take the daughter out socially for meals, cinema or drinks.
Angie, the daughter, was the first girl I brought home to mum's villa. Angie was like her mum, busty and good looking with an insatiable sexual appetite. Both of them loved my large piece of meat and enjoyed it in every hole. Mum had told me often that I shouldn't be working six days a week and should date a nice girl. Mum did not know what was happening in my Boudoir at the office.
Mum was a tall, voluptuous woman who since her divorce had been a social recluse who went with a couple of ladies from her office to yoga and aerobics twice a week and occasionally she'd go to a wine bar on a Friday evening after work for a supper and wine. Mum had messaged me to tell me my supper was in the fridge and she'd be home around ten. I thought, well I'll bring Angie home and fuck her senseless.
When I got home, mum's car wasn't on the driveway, I didn't know that mum had been feeling a little unwell and come home early and parked her car in the garage. I arrived just after six, got a bottle of Champagne from the fridge and took Angie to my bedroom. I even left the bedroom door open. For the next three hours, I made love to Angie in every way imaginable. Angie was like her mum, very noisy in bed, and both of them could talk so dirty.
Angie was giving a running commentary on what we were doing and saying things like, "I love your enormous cock." "You give me the best fucks I've ever had." "Ass fuck me darling, give me a vaginal orgasm." "I love how you stretch my tight cunt." God knows how many times Angie came, but it was a lot. I climaxed twice, which was good as I'd been fucking her nonstop for over three hours. We showered, then I drove her home. When I drove up our driveway at a quarter to ten, mum's car was not in the driveway, I thought she's still at the wine bar.
When I got into the house, I went to the kitchen for a glass of wine. When I went upstairs, mum's bedroom light was on and the door was open, "Hi mum, are you home?"
"I'm just home and having a glass of wine in bed, come and join me."
I went into mum's bedroom and she was wearing a pink nightshirt with an empty glass of wine on her bedside cabinet, "Mum, your glass is empty, would you like another glass?"
"Barry, I'd love it."
I gave her my glass and said, "Have that until I get back."
I went back to the kitchen and opened a fresh bottle and put it in a wine cooler and went back to mum's bedroom. She smiled when she saw what I'd done, "Thank you, how's your day been?"
"Busy mum, I'm thinking you can access the apartment above the bank in two ways: via the stairs and doors from the bank, or via the independent door and staircase outside." I've now so many dealers wanting to rent space and cabinets. We could have another forty dealers taking space there."
Mum smiled and said, "Good idea, as you're earning rent and commission, have you been working until now?"
"No mum, I took Angie out for a meal and now I'm home."
Mum smiled and said, "How long have you been dating Angie now?"
