Chapter 2

A Mother’s Love

There’s a primal force of nature that means there’s a very, special, kind of love that exists purely between a mother and her son. A bond between them, like no other, especially if that son is her firstborn. I have that love for my son Andy. A love that means I will do or say anything for him. I will protect him, love him unconditionally, teach and educate him.

I’m sure that a similar type of love exists between a father and daughter, all-be-it more of a protective nature. It seems to be in our family. Whilst I have always done “girly” things with my daughter Lauren. Andy has done all the usual “man” things, with Frank, my husband. There seems to be a different connection between Lauren and Frank than between Lauren and me and that goes the other way. Andy has always been closer to me than Lauren is, not that I have favourites or love Lauren any less, and neither has Frank. We both love both our children unconditionally, but!!!

Now that special love for Andy was to be tested; enhanced and deepened in the most extreme ways. I was about to cross the border, from emotional into physical love for my son. I was flat on my back, legs spread wide open, allowing him to see my sex and to have easy access to it. His body was raised above me, and he was about to penetrate me for the first time. His rock hard and throbbing cock poised at the entrance to my already wet and expectant vagina. My inner core and most sacred place, the place that is the very essence of a woman.

No greater love can exist between a mother and her son than that, ignoring her own reservations of sin, guilt and morality. That she surrenders her body to him. To teach and educate and console him?

It had all started about half an hour ago when Andy had arrived home earlier than expected and was very morose, silent and withdrawn. Far from his usual exuberant, confident self.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked him.

“Nothing!”

“Yes, there is, it’s not hard to tell, and I can read your moods like a book. So what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’ve told you.” A pause, I knew if I waited, he would tell me more.

“What?” sulkily. “Why have you got that look on your face, as if you don’t believe me? Nothing’s wrong!” Stroppy teenager voice to the fore.

I did have a quizzical look on my face, I knew it always worked with him. Eventually, he would crack and tell me what was troubling him. Like I say, we have that unique kind of understanding and love. He knows he can confide in me unconditionally.

“Nothing? Fine, I don’t believe you, but if you don’t want to talk about it, fine. If you do, I’m here. Don’t forget I’m your mum, you can tell me anything, I won’t judge you. Well, not that much.” I ended with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

“It’s Fiona.” My heart sank. Fiona is his new girlfriend, and they seem so right for each other. He seemed so in love and infatuated with her, and she is so sweet. “She said I’m ... No mum, I’m sorry, I can’t tell you.” A look of despair and desperation etched on his face. It broke my heart, and at that moment, I was ready to kill Fiona for whatever she had said, or done to hurt my son. A lioness, ready, to protect her cub.

I moved closer to him, almost cuddling him like a little boy, my baby. Even though he is a six-foot-one inch tall, seventeen-year-old. Broad shoulders and powerful chest, strong and handsome like his dad. Brown hair cut short with a firm jaw and brown, sensitive eyes.

He seemed to shrink inwards and deflate as I held him, stroking his hair as I clasped his head close to me. “Go on, tell me what’s wrong, it can’t be that bad, maybe I can help.”

“Mum, there is no way you can help. No way on earth you can ever help. I can’t ask you to help on this, I don’t even think I could get dad to help on this.”

Intriguing and worrying!

“Oh! Try me, there’s lots I can do. I will do anything to help you, you know that.”

“Mum, I can’t. It’s just too embarrassing, and there is no way you can help, believe me.”

“Let me be the judge of that,” I said taking on the stern mother role now, as cajoling didn’t seem to be having the desired effect.

After a long silent pause filled with tension, he said, “Well you asked for it. Fiona says I’m no good in bed. I’m a terrible lover.”

Shock obviously registered on my face as Andy continued, “I told you it was embarrassing, and that you could never help me.”

The shock wasn’t that Andy and Fiona were having sex, that I had expected and been aware of for some time now. Frank and I had both been very open with Andy and Lauren from an early age. After having “the talk” with Lauren, I had arranged for her to go on the pill. Not encouraging her into sex, just to be sure no unwanted pregnancies occurred. At the same time, stressing she should always use other protection for health reasons. I know Lauren had waited until just before her first time. So sex between my son and his girlfriend wasn’t unexpected. What was a shock was that Fiona didn’t rate my sons’ performance.

“Oh, so what does she say? And how does she judge you?” I demanded, in a soft and gentle, non-judgemental, voice, but anger just hinted at in the background.

“Mum, I can’t tell you that,” Andy replied sheepishly, “it’s bad enough as it is.”

“So a seventeen-year-old girl thinks you’re no good in bed! How does she know?” I replied, letting the anger show now. Fiona could destroy Andy’s confidence with her comments. I was getting more and more annoyed and was aware that I was willing to do anything to restore that confidence. It was already in the back of my mind that that anything could encompass the physical.

“She just said, I’m no good, not as good as Stuart, her last boyfriend was.”

That I couldn’t believe, Stuart is just a wimp. Fiona must be playing some other game, or maybe Andy was. No, it was Fiona. The look on Andy’s face told me he wasn’t lying or trying to trick me. He was devastated and so embarrassed at what he’d admitted to me.

Instantly I knew what had to be done. But could it be done, could I do it? Before giving myself time to think, I spoke.

“Well; I suppose we’ll have to get a second opinion on that won’t we. From an experienced woman, not a young girl. A woman who knows what she’s doing and what to look for,” I blurted out. “A woman who knows how to please a man. A woman who knows what to look for in a man as a lover.”

“What? Mum, what do you mean?”

“Maybe it’s not you. Maybe it’s Fiona. There’s only one way to find out.”

“What???”

Knowing what I had hinted at, and what I now had to do. I was contemplating having sex with my son, full-on sex. I wasn’t sure if I could. The physical aspect didn’t worry me in the slightest. As I’ve already said, Andy is a strong good looking boy, almost a fully grown man. No, what worries me was that I would be cheating on my husband Frank, most inappropriately, and that what I was thinking of doing was incest.

Crossing a moral line, “lying with my son” as the bible puts it. Breaking a taboo. We are taught that a mothers role is to guard and protect and help her children, not seduce them. But, as a mother, I knew that at that moment, Andy needed my help in a very different way. And if it meant that I crossed a so-called moral line or broke a taboo, then so what? I was performing a mothers role. To hell with convention and morality. I was even prepared to risk my marriage to help my son Andy because of my love for him.

What I was about to do wasn’t born of need by me. I wasn’t horny or frustrated, in need of sex, quite the opposite in fact. Frank and I have good varied sex three or four times a week. Frank doesn’t go frustrated when I’m on my period. I didn’t have long-held frustrated desires for my son. I didn’t covet his body nice as it was. I didn’t lust after him. What I was about to do was out of pure, unconditional, love for him. A mothers love. A love only a mother can know for her son.

I didn’t answer Andy with words, but bent my head close to his and kissed him. Holding his head gently in my hands as my lips brushed against his. At first, hesitantly. Then more insistently and passionately when he didn’t recoil in horror.

My tongue pushed through his partly open lips and licked his teeth. That was when he reacted as a man. His hands went around my body, pulling me against him, as he kissed me back. Not as a son, but as a young man with a prospective new, but an older, and more experienced lover. Slightly hesitant, but wanting and needing. A kiss with a desire to learn more. But a kiss with more than a hint of guilty pleasure in it. I could sense that in the hesitancy, but his lips were soft and sweet, and his kiss so loving and tender.

We were sitting on the couch in the living room. Not wanting to break the spell of what was happening by moving to a bedroom, that’s where the sex took place. Andy took me on the floor, and on the couch, and I surrendered willingly to him time and time again.

Andy’s hands had moved from around my waist to run up and down my body as I held it still. Allowing him to explore, encouraging him to run his hands all over me. Even though I was trembling with apprehension. He felt my bum, squeezing the cheeks. Ran his hands over my firm thighs. Almost getting to my panties and the reward that was waiting for him there. Then, at last, cupping my boobs and holding them, judging the weight and size of them as he squeezed and kneaded them. I moaned deeply into his mouth. Even though I was still fully clothed, this felt good, wrong and guilty, but good. I want to be naked now. To feel his hands directly on my skin, but also to feel and see him.

But do I rush to get naked, or take my time and tease? Well, this was about how good a lover he is, so it was naked as fast as I could.

Regretfully breaking the kiss, and stopping his hands exploring me, I stood up. Moved away from him slightly, undid the button at the top of my skirt and pushed it over my slim hips to let it drop to the floor. Quickly followed by my pale pink panties. Not giving Andy time to react, or take in the sight of my neatly trimmed Brazilian. I pulled my T-shirt over my head and wrenched my bra off, freeing my 36C boobs, with small, dark rosebud nipples to his view. Nipples that were already hard from his attention. Nipples that hardened even more from the exposure to his gaze and the cool air in the lounge.

“Oh my God,” he uttered in stunned amazement as he stared at my naked body. I held myself still and proud, allowing him to feast his eyes on my mature forty-three-year-old, trim and tempting body. Shivering slightly at exposing myself to his gaze, and the obvious effect it was having on him. I gave him a little twirl so he could get a good look at my bum.

I stand at a toned five foot six inches tall, weighing eight stone (112 lbs), with shoulder-length, honey blonde hair, green eyes that I know flash when I’m aroused or angry. 36C-23-33 frame. Legs toned from being on them all day, due to my job as an operating theatre scrub nurse.

The way Andy was looking at me left me in no doubt, he found me attractive, and that he was more than aroused. I moved closer to him and pulled his polo shirt over his head. I dropped to my knees as I undid his jeans, reached inside his fly and took hold of his cock, lightly running my hand over his already stiff manhood. The skin was soft and silky to touch, but throbbing, the core hard. As I gripped it lightly between my forefinger and thumb as I ran them up and down. Making it pulse and twitch. Andy moved his hips, allowing me to pull his jeans off, and the full thick and round seven inches of his cock came into view.

“Well, everything there seems ok to me,” I whispered, half to myself. My head bent lower and lower until opening my lips, I sucked his cock into my hot and wet mouth, twirling my tongue around his head, teasing his glans. I was rewarded by a loud groan and a twitching of his cock in my mouth. I tasted the sweet pre-cum that was already leaking from him.

I backed him out of my mouth and licked up and down the length of his shaft, covering it and his balls in saliva as I thoroughly lubricated him. I instantly, and desperately wanted him to cum in my mouth. But this wasn’t for me, it was for him. To see how he was as a lover, so that reward would have to wait.

Andy hadn’t been inactive as this was going on. His hands had again found my body and were playing with my boobs. Holding one nipple between his finger and thumb, he pinched it lightly, then rolled it around, sending waves of desire and lust through me. His other hand was doing its best to find my pussy.

I shifted so he could get to his goal, but this stopped me sucking on his cock, so I went back to kissing him. Andy’s hand had now found my pussy, and was softly and slowly rubbing up and down it. A single finger, pressing into my slit, stimulating and teasing it as he did so. I grasped his hand, and forced a couple of fingers deep into me, letting him know I wanted a stiff fingering. He rubbed hard and long, fingers probing deep in my pussy which gripped and clamped on them. Eventually, Andy pulled his fingers from me and licked them clean. Making sure I could see what he was doing, he licked the slimy glistening juice from them.

“Fuck me,” I begged him. As I lay back spreading my legs wide, allowing him to look at me, giving him easy access to my sex. I didn’t want any more foreplay I wanted that big hard cock deep in me, fucking me as hard as it could.

I pulled his powerful body over mine and waited in delightful anticipation for that wondrous moment when he would slide his cock into me. As his cock nudged the entrance of my pussy he looked deep into my eyes. A look of pure unadulterated love on his face. A look that changed in an instant, to one of primal lust and longing as he pushed forward and down, burying his cock deep into me, filling my pussy to the brim.

“OooooohhhhHHH,” I moaned.

“Shit, that feels so gooood. So hot and so soft,” was Andy’s response.

Then his response took on another meaning, as he began to pump relentlessly into me. Pulling his cock almost out before hammering it back in as far as it would go, time and time again. Hammering hard and fast, almost splitting me in half from the strength and desperation of his thrusts. As experienced as I am, I was struggling to keep up with him. I was pushing my hips up to meet his thrusts. Giving up the attempt, I pulled my legs back as far as they would go and wrapped them around his waist, locking my ankles around him, pulling him deep into me.