Analingus With Mum

Dear reader. Here is the next installment of the story. If you haven't already read part 1, I'd recommend reading it so you can catch up, but I tried to write this so it would work as a stand alone.

A couple of notes before you read. The mother is 70 and the son is 40. If you're not into that, then I wish you luck on your journey, but this story probably isn't for you. Apologies for anyone that was caught out by that in the last story.

The tags should tell you if it's for you or not, but I will make it clear, there are no drugs in part 2.

I have also tried to tighten up my grammar. I'm still learning to become a writer, and your feedback helps immensely.

Enjoy.

It was late by the time we'd said goodnight and kissed each other on the lips. No tongues were exchanged, but it was an open lipped kiss, which lasted a good ten seconds. I had wanted to take her there and then, but at 70 years of age I had thought she would be tired after the night's events and I didn't want to push things and spoil it.

I had put my shorts back on, and while Mum had taken her heels off for comfort, she only wore the suspenders and stockings she had surprised me with. The lace panties she had given me were safely in my pocket. Perhaps it was the fading effects of the edibles we had shared, but I thought to myself "Whatever happens, happens. Let's see where this goes."

I woke to cold winter morning sunlight gleaming through gaps in my bedroom curtains. I checked my phone. It was almost 8am. I usually woke around 6, but I'd slept terribly. Memories of last night played on repeat in my mind.

My own mother had given me a blow job while I had eaten her arsehole. Each time a fresh memory surfaced, I became aroused. I'd fall asleep, only to relive it as a dream that woke me again. I had to remind myself that the memory wasn't a figment of my imagination, a fantasy conjured up by my deepest desires, but it actually happened. I wondered how Mum had slept. Did she wake up aroused, breathing heavily, needing to rub herself to a climax to get back to sleep?

Lying in bed I reached under my pillow for Mum's underwear for what felt like the hundredth time since stashing them there. Rubbing the delicate black lace between my fingers had me aroused again. I had already wanked 3 times since going to bed, seemingly the only way I was able to get to sleep again.

I listened for movement in the house. It was quiet, so either Mum was having a lie-in or she was already up and out. I placed the garment over my face, breathing in deeply. Her panties still held the scent of her juices. One more wank, I thought to myself, then I'll get up and shower.

After two more wanks and a shower I felt a little better and more alert. I dressed and made my way downstairs for a coffee and some toast. On the way, I wondered how it might be if Mum was there.

Would it be awkward? Would she regret what we'd done?

Sexually intimate moments like that shouldn't happen between a mother and son. And this wasn't like some slow burn incest novella. I'd gone straight to rimming her. But itwasincest, any way you looked at it. I didn't care. I would do it again in a heartbeat, and if she let me, I would fuck her, but whatever might happen would be happening on Mum's terms. I didn't want to scheme and selfishly take advantage of her. I loved her dearly and couldn't live with myself if I finessed her into sleeping with me.

I opened the living room door. The house was quiet. No TV with the morning news, no radio playing in the kitchen.

I glanced at the dining table. Mum's bag was gone. On the table was a slip of paper. I walked to the table and as I neared I noticed my name on it in Mum's handwriting. A wave of anxiety washed over me. I tried to calm my racing heartbeat. Would the note be full of regrets, blame, contempt, even disownment? I lifted the folded piece of paper and opened it.

Sweetheart, last night meant more to me than you could imagine. The release it provided both of us was something we both needed.

I wish I could have been there when you woke up so we could talk but unfortunately something came up. I'll be back this evening. Let's talk then.

No regrets.

Love, Mum

Xx

My pulse started to calm. Her note didn't sound angry. Quite the opposite in fact. I folded the note back up and slipped it into my pocket to avoid it being lost and then found by a guest.

I stood there thinking. I'm sure Mum will probably know exactly what to say in this situation. She's probably dealt with some cases like this when she was a sex therapist.

I went to the kitchen to grab something to eat before heading out to try and clear my head.

When I got back to Mum's house I noticed her car in the driveway. It was around 4pm, so Mum was back earlier than I had assumed she'd be. I took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping inside.

"Hey Mum!" I called out as I reached down to take off my shoes.

"In here Sweetheart!" came the response from the kitchen. I walked through the living room into the kitchen. The smell of whatever mum was cooking caused my stomach to growl. I hadn't eaten that much today since breakfast, being too preoccupied thinking about this moment. I felt like a schoolboy about to speak to his crush, and not a 40-year-old man on the brink of divorce about to talk to the woman who had raised him.

I stepped into the kitchen and Mum turned around to greet me with a smile. She wiped her hands on a dish towel and placed it next to her on the countertop.

She was wearing a white silk blouse and a black pencil skirt with tan stockings, barefoot. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her makeup, as usual, was immaculate. The same shade of deep red lipstick from last night adorned her plump lips.

Noticing this brought back memories from this morning, seeing the same lipstick around my helmet as I washed myself.

"I wasn't sure how I should greet you after last night, so let's just hug." She said, stepping towards me with her arms outstretched. I smiled and closed the distance between us, my own arms open. As we embraced I felt her breasts pressed against my chest through her brassiere, and our lower bodies were definitely closer than they would be usually, but other than that, it was a pretty modest hug.

She stepped back, still smiling. "Dinner will be ready in about half an hour," she said. "I hope you're hungry". My stomach growled in response, making her laugh out loud. "My! Work up an appetite?" She asked with an eyebrow raised.

"I could definitely eat," I replied.

"Good. We can have our dinner and then we can talk. How does that sound?" She asked, moving back to the oven.

"Sounds great," I said. "Let me freshen up a bit. I've been walking all day. I'll not be long".

She waved me away then went back to stirring pots and cutting vegetables.

I went upstairs and showered. I put on some fresh clothes and combed my hair, then as I was leaving the spare room, currently "my room", I paused. I grabbed my aftershave and placed a couple of dabs on my neck. Nothing too overwhelming, but I thought I'd make the effort. I then left my room, following my nose to the delicious smelling meal awaiting me.

I walked back into the kitchen. Mum was reading the recipe and while things seemed to be under control, I offered to help.

"Can you set the table please Sweetheart? This won't be long"

"Of course" I replied, grabbing place mats and plates from the cupboard as I went about my task. As I was placing the knives and forks next to the settings, Mum brought through a large dish of what looked like chicken in a type of curry sauce with vegetables. It looked fantastic.

"Can you please grab the rice Sweetheart?" she asked as she smoothed out her skirt and sat down.

"On it" I chirped, moving back through to the kitchen.

"Grab the flatbreads as well, if you could!" she called. Flatbreads as well? This was shaping up to be a feast.

I came back with the rest of the meal and placed the dishes in the middle of the table between our plates. Before sitting down I gave Mum's shoulder a quick rub and a squeeze. I could feel the strap of her bra through the smooth material of her blouse. It was probably not something I would have done before last night, but I wanted to let her know everything was okay, but also to have some more physical contact with her. She beamed a smile back at me as I took my place opposite her.

The meal was fantastic. Mum had always been a great cook, but when she retired her cooking had leveled up. We talked about our days, and seemingly anything else to avoid discussing the events of last night. We were both eager to broach the subject, but we preferred to enjoy a pleasant meal together.

After we had finished eating I cleared the plates away, rinsing off the dishes in the sink, but leaving them on the side for later. I had thought about washing them, but wanted to get back to Mum, so we could finally talk about what happened. I dried my hands and hung the towel back on the hook by the fridge. As I walked through I told Mum "That was delicious, thank you."

"It's a recipe I'd been wanting to try for a while. I'm so glad you enjoyed it." She stood from the dining table, moving over to sit on the sofa. She looked at me, patting the seat next to her. I walked over and sat down beside her. I took her hand in mine and smiled.

"May I please speak first?" She asked. "Then you can say everything you need to say." I just smiled and nodded, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, feeling her rings under my fingers. She squeezed back.

"First, I don't regret what happened. I enjoyed it immensely. It had been years since I'd been given an orgasm by someone else, and because that someone was someone I love dearly, it made it very intense and special. Thank you."

She paused to collect her thoughts, then went on. "Second, what we did was technically not illegal, however I would never want anyone to know about it." She looked me in the eye, ensuring I was taking this seriously. "That said, I would very much like to have sex with you."

I opened my mouth but she cut me off. "Please Sweetheart, you can have all the time you need to talk. Right now, I need to speak." She said, making it clear there was still a mother/son hierarchy in place. "If we were to have sex, that would be illegal." She held eye contact as she spoke, driving home what she was saying. I stayed quiet. "We're both consenting adults, so it's not molestation, but the law would still be against us, so whatever happens between us can never be spoken about outside of these four walls, and only between us."

I nodded but kept quiet, allowing her to get everything she had to say without interruption. "Lastly, you are still married to Stef. Even though you are currently separated. You were unfaithful, and I was part of that. We were stoned at the time, but that doesn't excuse it. I can live with what happened, and what may yet happen, but I'm thinking about you here. I don't want you being consumed by guilt."

I stayed quiet for a few seconds after she had finished speaking, then she nodded. "That's everything I have to say. Now please, you speak."

I looked down at her hand in mine, gathering my thoughts. Although she could pass for someone in her 60s, and even in her 50s when she was ready for a night out, the wrinkles on her hands gave away her true age.

"Okay. I also don't regret what happened last night. And I would also like to have sex with you, when you are ready. I don't want there to be any pressure or expectations." I rubbed her hand with my thumb as I decided how to say what I had been going over in my mind all day. "Stef and I won't be getting back together." I told her. "She had been unfaithful to me. I hadn't told you because I felt pathetic and couldn't stand the look of pity on your face if I told you. So there it is."

Mum went to say something, and held up a hand. "Ah ah ah" I said, laughing at the mock-annoyed look on her face, despite the seriousness of the discussion. "You had your turn."

I continued, "I know two wrongs don't make a right, but last night really put things in perspective for me. I had been telling myself that I still loved Stef, but today I thought long and hard about my marriage, and I've been holding on to the idea of what our marriage was, and trying to ignore what it has become. I'm not sure if Stef has changed, or if this is the person she always was and the mask has now slipped. Either way, I'm going to tell her that I want a divorce." Mum stayed quiet. "Okay, I'm finished." I said.

She reached up to cup my face in her free hand, rubbing her thumb on my cheek. "Oh Sweetheart," she said, grasping my hand tightly in her other hand. "I'm so sorry!"

"Don't be." I said, shaking my head, looking her in the eye. "What happened last night was not the cause of my decision, but the catalyst for me finally seeing what has been in front of me for way too long."

Mum took a breath and nodded resolutely. "It's a very brave thing to admit when a marriage has run its course. I felt broken when I asked your father for a divorce. I soon came to realise it was what I needed to grow as a person, and I'm sure you will be able to grow as well, given time."

"Thanks," I said, putting my hand over hers, pressing it to my face. "I love you Mum.".

"I love you too."

We sat there for a minute, looking at each other. This wasn't really how I wanted the conversation to go tonight, but it was necessary to let Mum know we had technically done nothing wrong. I broke the silence. "How about we just watch some TV tonight? We had a late one last night and I don't want to be the reason you end up tired tomorrow."

Mum's brow furrowed. "Young man," I was 40, "are you suggesting that you would tire me out? I'm a grown woman and can make my own decisions, thank you very much!" Her expression changed to a sly smile. "How about we cuddle in and watch TV and then see how we feel?"

I agreed that this seemed like the best idea, so I sat back into the sofa and raised my arm, inviting Mum to snuggle in. An offer which she happily accepted. As she leaned in I lay my arm around her as she curled her legs underneath her, almost cat like. I reached for the remote and put on her favourite drama series.

I didn't think I'd enjoy it when mum first put it on not long after I moved in. I'd come in late half way through the fifth series, but watching it frequently with her, I had started to like it. I had even secretly started watching it from the beginning of series one so that I could catch up. We sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the warmth and closeness of each other's bodies.

After three episodes it was 8pm. Throughout the episodes, if a character alluded to something from an earlier season that I hadn't been around for, Mum would explain it for me. I didn't have the heart to tell her I had almost caught up. She genuinely seemed to enjoy telling me about it, and I enjoyed listening to her talk.

"Fancy another episode?" I asked, my hand going for the remote to tell Netflix that we were indeed still watching.

"No," she said, "I think I would like to go to bed."

"Oh," I said, not a little disappointed that she was having an early night, but then I thought she's probably exhausted after last night. "No problem," I added. "See you in the morning."

She stood up and turned to me, smiling seductively. "No," she said, "I think I would likeusto go to bed." She looked me in the eye to ensure I understood her meaning.

I looked at her, smiling, reaching for her hand. She grasped it as I stood up. I looked down at her, being a good half a foot taller, and wanted to kiss her, but the curtains were open and anyone walking past would be able to look in and see. "I would like nothing more."

We walked hand in hand out of the living room and up the stairs. My mother walked in front of me, giving me a perfect view of her full cheeks swaying under the material of her skirt as she climbed each step.

I lifted up my free hand, cupping one of her buttocks, giving it a squeeze. She looked back around at me, her smile melting my heart. I realised that I was in love with my mother, and would do anything for her.

As we reached the top of the stairs, Mum opened her bedroom door. "Go inside and make yourself comfortable," she said. "I'll go and freshen up". She turned and walked to the bathroom.

"Mum," I called after her. She stopped and faced me again. "you don't need to, you know, clean your backside for me tonight."

She smiled lovingly, her eyes crinkling as she closed the door.

I detoured into the spare room and grabbed my breath spray from my bedside table, giving my mouth a couple of squirts before placing it back. I also reached into the table drawer and retrieved the small tube of lubricant gel that I had purchased that afternoon. Since Mum gushed all over my chest yesterday I didn't think it would be necessary, but I preferred to use lube during sex. I felt like it made the experience more pleasurable for everyone involved.

I stripped off my t-shirt and jeans, followed by my socks. I left my boxers on, not wanting to walk through the hall with my arse out, and walked back through to Mum's room.

To set the ambiance, I opted to leave the big light off, and instead turned her bedside lamp on, providing a more intimate feel to the room. I was used to sex in the dark, but that wasn't my preference. I wanted to experience this with all of my senses.

I set down the lubricant on the nightstand and peeled back her duvet, laying down on the large kingsize bed, shifting into the middle. I reached down and removed my boxers, placing them under the pillows, out the way. I heard the bathroom door opening and turned onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow, watching the doorway eagerly.

Mum stepped into the doorway and stopped. She was completely naked. I wished I could take a photo to capture her beauty. Her pendulous, full breasts hanging perfectly to allow just enough droop to make them sway hypnotically as she moved. Her large dark nipples already erect with anticipation. The neatly kempt pubic bush currently hiding the delights that were about to be mine.

I pulled back the covers, inviting her into her own bed while also letting her see my erect cock. She walked over, her eyes fixed on my thick, six inch member, and lay down next to me. I lay the covers over her but her chest was still exposed. I didn't want to cover her up entirely. Lying down, her breasts lay to the sides of her ribs slightly.

Mum lay back against the pillows while I remained propped on one elbow, looking down at her. "You truly are beautiful!" I told her.

She looked up at me lovingly, reaching for my face. "Thank you Sweetheart. It's been a while since I've been penetrated by a man. I see you have bought some lubricant. If you don't mind, can you please make sure you use a lot? I still get wet, but I think for comfort, it would be best."

"Anything you want Mum." I replied.

Her hand curled around my neck as she pulled me in for a kiss. Our mouths were open as they met and it didn't take long for our tongues to get involved. My thoughts went back to our sloppy kiss last night when we shared my cum following the blowjob she had given me. One of Mum's fantasies that she had trusted me enough to share, and one I was only too happy to turn into reality for her.

I placed my free hand on her left breast, kneading it. Mum moaned into my mouth as we kissed. We stayed like that for several minutes, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. Occasionally I would trail kisses away from her mouth, down to her neck, and then lick back up the length of her neck.

I moved my head down to her breast nearest to me. I kissed around her nipple, licking the raised bumps running the circumference of her dark areola. "You have got beautiful tits Mum. I could suck on them for hours."