Note: All characters 18 and over. Quick to the action.
I sat down at the kitchen table and waited for mum to start.
She had called me down from my room, interrupting my personal time. Or my furious wanking to whatever I found hot in the moment. I usually came as quick as I could, wanking more to release stress than to get pleasure.
As my dad said when they were looking for antonyms for patience and carefulness they just put my name down. I was the type of guy who skipped the talking parts of movies for the action. What did I care if I missed some emotional crap? I just wanted to see explosions.
Mum was standing next to the table with the washing hamper sitting on the table. I frowned at it. It belonged in the bathroom for mum to take to the laundry. As simple as that.
Mum huffed, looked up at me and looked back down at the hamper.
She was quite pretty and if I was honest with myself, quite a few of the videos I watched were incest. But you know not in real life. Even if mum was super hot.
Long brown hair to a slim waist. Dad still jokes that when I was born I came out with a loud pop because mum's waist was so small.
Her breasts were barely a handful and she had a slight bulge on her tummy, but for her age she was smoking. What can I say, add the label mother to a fit good looking woman and they seem twice as good looking.
I rested my jaw on my hand.
"What is so important you called me here to stare at the hamper?"
Mum gave me a nasty look. She was quite the emotional woman and didn't really know the meaning of moderation or restraint. Though I was worse. I had just been suspended from school for getting into a fight.
I told my dad it was for a mate over a girl and he nodded, clapped me on the back and that was the end of it for him. While mum had ferreted the truth out of me and other mothers to find I had kicked the shit out of a guy for calling my dad gay because he was married to mum.
You could never mistake her for a man, but she wasn't blessed with a large arse or boobs. Her curves were gentle and she was more handsome than beautiful. Enough of my school friends lusted after her to prove she had sex appeal. But what guy didn't lust after their friends mother's?
My dad was a good guy, didn't take things overly seriously so we got along pretty good. I didn't mind kicking a guy's face in to defend him.
I was thinking all this as she just stood there. I moved to stand and she finally reacted.
"Sit down and listen." I followed suit. "I am sick of washing your dirty clothes. So I want you to be more careful."
I blinked, this was a surprise. I specifically did some lesser chores so mum did my washing.
"You want me to do my own washing?"
"No, just don't get it so... dirty."
"How? By not wearing anything? You want to watch me walk around with my dick swinging?"
"James! No need to mention... that word."
"What dick? Your the one who wants to look at it, no other reason for not washing my clothes."
Mum groaned in frustration and gripped the hamper. I loved to mess with people's word's, turning normal conversations around till the speaker didn't know what they were saying. Adding meaning to their words, that sort of thing. Or taking a vague statement and adding out of contextual meaning. There was a slight flush of anger on mum's cheeks.
"No. Wear clothes for gods sake. But don't get them dirty." I opened my mouth, but she quickly added. "A special dirty. You know, so be careful."
I frowned.
"I can't remember the last time I shit my pants mum. I think I must have still been sucking on your tits. Or are you talking about piss? I was probably off your tits, but still wishing I could suck them."
"No!"
Mum practically screamed at me. Her face was flushed bright red. I was glad it was only the morning and dad wasn't home until 6. I would tease her till about 4pm and then do some chores to cool her down. Just so when dad came home she wouldn't be angry enough to tell dad.
"Come on mum you need to be specific."
I stumbled over the word, I always half lisped it. Damn stupid tricky word.
"Cum!"
I stared at mum.
"You want to cum or you want me to whip my dick out and beat it like a redneck beats his wife?"
"No."
"Oh so you want me to stroke my cock slowly. My, my, mum I never knew you were such a deviant. Surely the other mothers will be shocked at this revelation."
Mum gritted her teeth and glared at me.
"No James you sick little fucker. I am talking about you creaming your underwear all the time. I think you are the deviant, you probably cum every time I bend over."
I frowned and rubbed my chin.
"Well turn around and bend over and let's see if I cum."
Mum stared at me and I stared at her. I didn't cum when she bent over, but my dick always twitched when I saw her tight body. She might not have had much in the way of curves, but her arse was shapely and pert.
I knew what the cum was from. When I finished wanking I often just shoved my cock back in my pants instead of cleaning it off properly. So the dregs of my orgasm would be wiped off on my underwear.
I twirled my finger and mum paused. She glared at me and turned. My jaw nearly dropped, she was going to do it. I had to calm down, this could lead to something good. Hell I couldn't calm down at the best of times, I was going to get what I could.
I watched amazed as mum bent over, her small arse pushing out against her dress. My cock twitched and grew a little from the perverse nature of our conversation.
Mum looked around still bent over. Her face was still flushed, and she still looked angry, but her eyes twinkled in a way I couldn't understand.
"Well filled your pants yet?"
"I'm pretty close mum, but in that dress I can't really see much. Lift up your dress so I can see your arse properly and I will cum for sure."
