My Lusty Landlady

I have been asked to continue with the My Lusty Landlady series and have decided to do so. There are a lot of storylines I still need to cover and I haven't forgotten about involving Caroline's Probation Officer into the action.

This chapter focuses on Michael's complete defilement of his mother, Caroline, and we learn that she has a sexual kink, which she encourages her son to explore.

I hope you all enjoy the action and Happy New Year to all my lovely readers!!

My Lusty Landlady - Chapter 12

My Lusty Landlady - Chapter 12

After Mum and I had recovered from the intensity of our orgasms, I felt that we needed a time out.

"We're going upstairs to take a little break from activities," I informed everyone.

I wasn't comfortable leaving the other women out of the equation. Almost everything I had done in the harem had included Dot and Julia in some capacity. Emily was also getting my cock as much as possible, while Sarah was being used increasingly regularly since she arrived. I also had it in the back of my mind to go and fuck Neil and Simon to make up for my recent neglect of their sexual needs.

On the other hand, while all the harem women would dearly love to have been in bed with me, nobody would begrudge me spending some alone time with Mum. They all knew that she had spent over 11 years in prison for saving me from a violent father. It helped that Mum was also very popular with everybody; her killer body was the source of their lust since she walked through the door. I would endeavour to make sure the girls had another taste of her once I'd had my fill.

I knew Mum would never say no to being taken upstairs and fucked silly by me, but I wasn't sure if she wanted to be with the other women at this time. After all, she had only just come downstairs naked to comfort them, and truth be told, to join in our orgy. I didn't know if she wanted sex with everyone or whether being naked was her way of showing commitment to the harem. It's amazing how quickly women find solidarity with each other.

As it transpired, Julia and Dot generously backed me up in order to facilitate my alone time with Mum.

"I think that's a wonderful idea," said Julia. "You need some mother/son bonding time."

"I agree," said Dot. "We can all clean up a little down here and get some dinner going. You can join us when you're ready."

I kissed Julia and Dot on the lips and fondled both of their tits. I could tell they were a bit sad that I was going upstairs with Mum, but were trying to put a brave face on things. It was a selfless act from both of them and I was grateful. Emily was relatively happy now that I'd heavily involved her in the defiling of my mother, and I kissed her and fondled her tits too.

Sarah kissed both Mum and myself on the lips and I made a point of playing with her tits as well. I allowed her to grab handfuls of Mum's magnificent breasts and kiss her neck. When she was done, I whisked Mum out of the room before the other women could kiss and fondle her. Had we stayed, it would've become the longest 'adieu' ever and been punctuated by multiple orgasms all round. I wanted Mum to myself for a while.

We went upstairs into the main bedroom that I shared with Dot and Julia. Mum and I took a shower in the en suite bathroom, which was lovely. Even though she'd just had one, I wanted us both completely clean for what was coming next. I soaped Mum's body under the warm water, being careful not to get any in her pussy. I let her clean herself of my spunk using just water and her body's natural cleansing properties.

Mum soaped my cock and my now trimmed pubes. She slipped a finger in my arse for good measure, resulting in an instant hard on. She then concentrated on cleaning my balls and perineum, purposely brushing against my erection. Eventually she grabbed my dick and held it as she kissed me passionately on the lips.

"I love you so much Michael. I'm frightened I'm going to wake up in my prison cell and discover that this was all some wonderful dream."

"It is a dream Mum, but one that has come true. I'm going to dedicate the rest of my life to making you as happy as you can possibly be."

"I couldn't be any happier than I am right now, my love," she purred.

We got out of the shower and dried each other off. Mum got on her knees and sucked me off for a while. I stopped her before I got close to cumming as I wanted to fuck her and cum inside her pussy. I fondled her beautiful tits and really got a good look at them. They were so firm considering their 38DD size, and I copped two big handfuls of those exquisite melons. Her nipples were so big and hard and I sucked on them for a good while.

"Oh my darling boy, you make me feel so good," Mum gently moaned.

"You have the best tits ever," I told her as we kissed passionately.

I led her out of the bathroom and we got into the crisp clean sheets Dot and Julia had put on the bed. They clearly expected that Mum and I would be fucking in it immediately. They, no doubt, hoped to join us.

"Is your pussy sore from all the attention, Mum?" I asked tenderly.

"No darling. You can fuck me a lot more," she encouraged, staring into my eyes.

"Let's have you devour my cock some more first."

"I'd love to," she smiled.

I sat up in the bed and rested my back against the headboard, as Mum went down on me and started licking and sucking my cock some more.

"If I wasn't your mother I'd want to marry you," she laughed, in between sucks.

"I could make that happen. We could have our own private ceremony here. We'll tell everybody that we're getting married," I suggested.

"Are you serious?" Mum asked, staring at me with those beautiful crystal blue eyes.

"Yes, we can get Dot or Julia to officiate."

"Wouldn't that be a little cruel, since they're both desperately in love with you?" she gently chided.

"What's the alternative, we elope to Gretna Green or Vegas and give fake names?" I joked.

"Whatever we do, I want to feel that you're officially mine forever. Or at least until you get married properly," Mum said sadly.

"Does it bother you that I'm fucking the other women too?" I asked.

"Well, they're all such exquisite creatures and I've known about them since you started this harem. As long as you fuck me regularly, I'll be happy. I do worry about you wearing yourself out - but I want it known that you and I have a special bond."

"I think that's pretty clear, my love," I told her. "You're the only woman I'll ever marry."

Since Mum arrived, I hadn't mentioned the harem pecking order. In my mind it was bullshit anyway and mostly designed to keep Dot happy. The truth is that Mum would always be my Number One, though I didn't want to alienate Dot by announcing it formally.

I don't think Julia ever held much store by the pecking order numbers. She knew that I wanted her badly by the way I fucked her. She didn't need a number to tell her that. At some point I would have to address the abolition of the pecking order and find a way to keep Dot on side.

"No darling, I can't let you sacrifice yourself on the altar of feeling beholden to me," she said, knowing full well it could never legally happen.

"That's not it at all. I adore you and want to be with you as much as possible. I can't get enough of you. I love you so much, Mum."

"My darling boy," she purred.

With that she returned to sucking my cock and playing with my balls. I applied a little pressure to the back of her head as she sucked me deep and then I started to fuck her throat. Mum really was an expert cocksucker and it wasn't long before her suction pump of a mouth caused that familiar tingling in my balls and I unloaded my cum down her welcoming gullet. She swallowed it all and then ensured my cock was clean, paying extra attention to the tip and licking any extra sperm oozing out.

Mum then pulled me down to hug her and we kissed and cuddled like the lovers we were always destined to become.

"Did you mean it when you said you can't get enough of me?" she quizzed.

"Do you even have to ask? You must be able to tell how much I want you. You're like a Goddess. I don't think you realise how sexy and beautiful you are."

"I can feel when we're fucking how much you desire me. I'm a lucky woman. What is it that you like so much about my body?" She was probing me for compliments and by God she was going to get them.

"Everything," I replied instantly. "Your flat stomach, your rose petal pussy, your wonderful huge but firm breasts, your sexy taut bum, slender shoulders, sensitive neck, cocksucking lips, your eyes like precious gems, then there's your beautiful face with white alabaster skin."

I noticed Mum was trembling as she held onto me tightly.

"Oh my God, you've just made me have a mini orgasm," Mum said, shocked. "Where did you learn to sweet talk like that?"

"I read a lot. Or at least I did, before I created the harem."

"Well you made me cum with your words," she moaned, kissing me deeply on the lips as I reached down to feel her soaking wet pussy.

"See what you do to me? Feel how wet I am."

"You're an exquisite creature," I said, slipping a couple of fingers inside her cunt.

"Oh Michael, why couldn't I have had this for the past eleven years? I've missed out on so much."

I was about to pull my fingers out of her but she stopped me.

"You're going to have to get used to multi-tasking,' she joked. "Keep your fingers in my pussy while sweet talking me, baby." I slipped them in deeper by way of compliance, searching for her sweet spot.

"I worked something out the other day."

"Tell me," she said, moaning as I probed her snatch.

"Including the time you spent on remand, you've been incarcerated for eleven and a half years."

"Don't remind me," she scowled.

"A woman as gorgeous as you would've been fucked at least 5 times a day."

"Oh at least," Mum giggled.

"So 11 1/2 years breaks down to 4,200 days - being fucked 5 times a day would work out to 21,000 fucks."

Mum laughed out loud.

"I'm glad you worked that out. I bet you've also figured out how long it will take me to catch up!"

"TakeusMum. How many times do you think I've fucked you since you got out of prison?"

"No idea, maybe 15 or 20," she chuckled. "The rate we're going it'll be double that before the day is done."

"Let's go with a conservative estimate of 20 times.

"Conservative!" Mum giggled.

"If we fuck 20 times a day from now on, it'll take 1,050 days to make up for lost time. That's around 2.87 years."

"And a lot less than that to completely wear out my pussy!" Mum was in hysterics.

"That's the price we pay for catching up," I chuckled.

Mum moaned some more as I slipped a third finger into her.

"Actually you've forgotten something," she moaned, her breathing getting heavier.

"Have I?"

"Fingering me is giving me clarity," she chortled. "Not only do you have to fuck me 20 times a day over that 1050 day period, but you have to maintain your previous estimate that I'd be fucked 5 times a day throughout my life. So until we make up for lost time, you'll have to fuck me 25 times a day. And by the way, that comes to 5,250 times until the debt is paid." Mum wriggled and moaned loudly. Her orgasm was close.

"How the hell do you know that?" I asked, amazed.

"You're not the only one who's good at maths," she whimpered.

"Oh I didn't work it out in my head, my friend ChatGPT did it for me."

Mum burst into fits of giggles again and I held her tightly as she began trembling.

"So your old Mum is better than you at something!!" she groaned, pulling my head to her and snogging me.

I stared into her eyes and the intense love I was feeling was reflected back in hers.

"Well you better get pumping, only 5,225 fucks to go," Mum snorted and then shuddered to another massive orgasm from my fingering.

"Kill me now and I'll die happy," she screamed as she flooded my hand with her juices.

Ah she can squirt after all, I thought and was desperate for a taste of her juices. I went down on her and licked her cunt until she had another massive orgasm, spraying my face just like the Gosford women. I tongued her out until I had every drop in my mouth.

I moved up to her mouth, kissed her passionately and was about to get on top of her, but I could see she was on the verge of tears again. I wasn't sure whether to continue with sex or just hold her.

"Are you okay, Mum?"

"I'm perfect darling. That orgasm has made me emotional. You're so good at getting me off, baby," she blubbed.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Don't mind me, darling. There are some things I really should keep to myself."

"What's wrong, Caroline?" I asked her.

Saying her name was deliberate. I figured she would be more likely to confide her deepest thoughts if I stopped reminding her that we were committing incest.

"I'm scared," she admitted.

"Of getting found out?" I probed.

"Yes that - but also of my feelings for you. Everything is so intense."

"Intensity is my speciality," I said, half joking. "We're not going to get found out, trust me," I assured her.

"I do trust you sweetheart," she affirmed.

"So why are you scared?"

"I don't want us to hurt each other," she whispered.

"How could we do that?" I asked.

"I don't know."

"Are you worried I'm like Dad?"

"Not at all. I can see that you're in control of your emotions. You're nothing like him. Maybe I'm scared of myself," she admitted.

"Because of what you did?"

"Yes," Mum nodded. "And now here I am committing incest with my only son. I have such intense thoughts and desires regarding you. Imagine what people would say about me if this went public."

"I promise you it's not going to go public," I said firmly.

"Do you really trust my Probation Officer?" Mum asked.

"I do. We have nothing to worry about there, I'm certain of it. She's already crossed a line with me. She wouldn't have done that if she wanted to hurt us."

Mum thought about this for moment.

"Why aren't you scared of me?" she suddenly blurted out. "I've taken a life."

With that, she burst into great sobs and held me to her as tightly as she could.

"If you don't kiss me, I'm never going to stop crying," she sobbed.

I took her cue and kissed her deeply on the lips. I stroked her beautiful face and cascading blonde hair. I wiped her tears away as she let out all of the pent up fear she was carrying. Eventually her sobbing subsided and we held each other. After a while I answered her question.

"I was scared of you when you first went inside. That wasn't because I necessarily thought you were a bad person, but people told me that you stabbed my father and I didn't know what to think," I explained.

"I know baby, it must have been horrible when you heard it was premeditated. The reason I lay in wait for him is because I had to do it while you were out of the house. I don't know if you remember, but I took you to a women's refuge three times. Every time he found us and forced me to come home with death threats against you if I didn't."

"I know Mum, I have vague memories and don't forget that you told me about this during my prison visits. I'm very well aware of what you went through," I reminded her.

"He was jealous that I loved you more than him. Every time I went back he beat the shit out of me behind closed doors. If I hadn't stopped him, he would've killed us both, I'm certain of that. It was either him or us, I chose us."

"Thank you for saving me," I said earnestly.

"Oh baby, you're breaking my heart. You don't have to thank me! I sincerely wish I hadn't had to resort to such extreme action. What kind of person can do that?" Mum lamented.

"A desperate person who wanted to save her son. I've also seen the remorse you have for killing him and the deep love you have for me. I know you felt that you had no choice. You know something people rarely talk about? Men kill each other in wars and go home to their families. Yet, they're called heroes. You did what you had to do and paid a very heavy price. In my eyes you're a hero. I know you're a good person."

"I'm not. I'm fucking my own son. I'm a lowlife. A convicted..."

"Stop! I don't ever want you to say those things again. You are not a murderer, you are a life-saver. You saved your son from a sadistic psychopath. As far as sex goes, I have been actively flirting and encouraging a relationship with you this last year. I stopped seeing you as my mother and started to see the hot woman that I wanted to share my bed with. Now I can't unsee that and why should I? Why should I let anybody else have you when I want you for myself?"

"What about when I'm 70?" she challenged.

"You'll look 20 years younger."

"The way I feel about you, I'll want to fuck you on my deathbed," she quipped.

"There will never be a time when I don't want to be inside you."

"Even if there is, you'll have plenty of women in your harem by then," she chuckled.

"None of those women are you. You're my Queen. My Goddess."

"How do you always know the exact right thing to say? You're a silver tongued lothario. Julia was right, you do have a super-power of intuition," she said proudly.

"I must've got it from you," I smiled.

"I want you inside me now, darling," Mum implored, letting go of all remaining doubts.

I rolled on top of her and she gently guided my rock hard cock into her wet snatch.

"Make love to me, Michael," she pleaded as I started off slowly and then found a faster rhythm.

"God your cock feels so amazing. It just hits my g-spot perf..."

Her train of thought was interrupted as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.

"Oh my God, you made me cum again... Fuck Mummy, fuck your whore mother.... I want you deep inside me, I want your cum..." she moaned.

All Mum's dirty talk did the trick. I matched the intensity of her orgasm as I spurted a huge load into her pussy. I gushed for ages as ribbons of spunk filled up her soaking wet snatch. Mum had another orgasm as she felt me cum.

"You belong to me Mum," I told her.

"Yes darling, you own me. We belong to each other!! I'm your personal slut forever! Fuck your slut!!!" she screamed and then started sobbing again, the intensity of the orgasm playing more havoc with her emotions.

I held her close, as Mum's cunt muscles gripped my cock through her climax. We trembled and shuddered in each other's arms as our juices mingled.

"I've never been fucked like this before. I feel so overwhelmed," she eulogised.

"That wasn't just fucking, Mum. It was making love."

"Yes, darling boy. Fuck the other women, but make love to your mother," she purred.

This wasn't the time to tell her that all of the other women wanted the same thing. Both Dot and Julia had been competing for my heart and Emily and Sarah both wanted love too.

"Yes, Mum, I'll always make love to you," I assured her.

"Sometimes I just need to be fucked though," she asserted, contradicting her previous thought. "When we fuck, call me Caroline, but when we make love like that, call me Mum," she instructed.

"I will, Mum," I smiled.

"Is it bad that I want to be a whore in bed with you? What's that about?" Mum was conflicted.

"Did you experiment much with Dad or when you were younger?"

"Your father was very sadistic in bed. He used to be rough with me. Slap me around, pull my hair and penetrate me anally."

"Did you enjoy anal?" I asked.

"Not with your father, it hurt too much the way he did it. In prison I had sex with a woman who liked to finger me there and that was enjoyable. Simon slipped a finger in my arse when they were all holding me for you to fuck earlier. That was nice."

"You want to be a whore with me because you want to experiment, and also because you love me. The two things are not mutually exclusive."

Mum beamed me a smile. It seems I'd hit the nail on the head for her.