By the time I reached the age of eighteen I was a randy sod, my virginity was three years gone by that time, lost willingly to the woman who had looked after me while my mother was in hospital. She had been as eager to teach me about sex as I had been to be taught.

Like most kids I had gone through a stage around that time where I had fancied my mother and what wasn't there to fancy about her, to start with she was only fifteen years older than me, though she always looked a hell of a lot younger. She was more attractive than most women I had seen and she was fun to be around, but nothing came of my crush at the time. Since that first experience I had been with a number of girls, the latest of which had busted up with me on that eventful evening.

In a huff I returned home, it had pissed me off that Donna had waited until I met her to tell me that she didn't want to see me any more, had she told me over the phone I could have found another girl for the night. Closing the front door I slouched my way into the living room and flopped onto the couch beside my mother.

"You're home early." she commented.

"Donna and I have busted up," I admitted, "she waited until I got there to tell me."

"Poor Roger," she smiled, "we women are such unreasonable creatures."

Mentally agreeing with her I picked up the day's paper and turned to the TV pages, it took all of thirty seconds to learn that there was nothing on worth watching. Sighing I tossed the paper aside and stared at the walls.

"Do something useful," mum said, "pour us both a drink."

A drink sounded like a good idea so I got up and did as asked, to save myself hopping up and down I filled the glasses to the brim, scotch for me, vodka for my mother both of which we were in the habit of drinking neat. Giving mum her drink I sat down and sipped mine, it did nothing to relieve the boredom and frustration I felt and I soon started to fidget in my seat. After a while mum put the book she was reading down, her glass was already half empty and she almost drained it with her next swallow. Out of curiosity I glanced at the cover of the book she had put down, when I saw the half naked woman on the cover being pursued by a big black man I grinned.

"Racy is it?" I asked cheekily.

"Pardon?" mum replied.

"The book." I said pointing at it.

"Oh, no," she replied, "there's more excitement on a Cornflake packet, rather disappointing really."

She drained her glass and got up to pour herself another, my glass was still half full, nevertheless she topped it up before sitting back down beside me. We sat in silence drinking our drinks, mum was not a great drinker, alcohol went to her head rather quickly so I had been surprised when she had poured herself another large glassful of vodka, but I really didn't think much of it at the time. Looking around the room I tried to think of something to do, but I was still too frustrated to really come up with anything.

"Let's play a game." Mum laughed a while later.

I really didn't fancy the idea of playing one of our board games, but it sounded better than sitting there going out of my skull with boredom.

"Like what?" I asked her.

"How about imagination," she laughed, "we imagine out loud what we would like to be doing right now."

"Doesn't need much imagination," I sighed, "right now I'd like to be having sex with a beautiful woman."

That was one thing I really liked about our relationship, we could talk openly and frankly with each other.

"Sounds like fun," mum grinned in response, "but how would you do it, you on top? Her on top? Doggy fashion? You have to imagine all the details. Here, I'll start."

It sounded like a good way to make myself even more frustrated, but I held my tongue, turned a little to face her and waited for her to start talking.

"Right now," mum sighed, "I'd like some hunk of a man to undress me roughly, he'd tear my blouse off, pull my trousers off, tear the bra and panties off my body then squeeze my tits till I screamed. Then he'd drag me upstairs and tie me to the bed so tightly that I couldn't move a muscle."

She paused to take a sip of her drink while I tried to picture the scene she was describing, not surprisingly my cock started to spring to life as I imagined doing the things my mother was talking about.

"Next," mum continued, "he'd play with my helpless body until I was screaming for him to fuck me, begging him to take me, only then would he cover me with his body and fuck me until I begged for mercy."

She grinned at me when she finished talking and I knew that it was my turn to dream up something wild, with a laugh I thought of something really hot.

"I'd find a beautiful older woman," I grinned getting excited at my own thoughts, "first I'd order her to strip for me, then I'd have her make herself cum. While she was stilling shaking in orgasm I'd tie her hands behind her back then order her to bring herself off again. After that I'd blindfold her and have her stand in the centre of the room while I played with her body, I'd use a vibrator or a carrot or a banana in her pussy, maybe all three one after the other until she was so excited that she couldn't stand. Then I'd bend her over a chair and spank her until her bum glowed, at the same time I'd be fingering her pussy so that she was climaxing when I finished the spanking."

I paused for a sip of my drink and to calm my breathing a little.

"Go on, go on." Mum breathed.

"Then" I continued, "I'd have her suck my cock until I filled her mouth with my jism and then she would suck me until I was hard again. When she made me hard I would bend her over until her shoulders were on the carpet and fuck her pussy from behind."

"God" mum sighed as I finished, "you've got a fertile imagination. You've made me all wet and horny."

"We'll have to do something about that." I said without thinking.

"Just imagine," mum sighed, "what it would be like if I was that woman."

"Well you are older than me and you are beautiful." I laughed at her then added jokingly, "So strip woman."

My jaw dropped when mum jumped off the couch and began to take off her clothes seductively. By the time she was naked I had regained my composure somewhat and took a moment to gaze at her ripe body while my cock grew even harder.

"Make yourself cum." I breathed.

This time my jaw didn't quite drop when my mother obeyed my command, with growing excitement I watched her hands as they caressed and squeezed her large tits. I watched her fingers as they teased and tugged her large nipples and then I watched her slide her hands down to her pussy. With one hand she held her pussy lips apart while she used the other to tease her clit then probe her pussy. As her fingers began moving in her pussy I reached up and opened the buttons of my shirt, quickly I threw it aside before standing up to take off the rest of my clothes. A few moments later my mother gave a gasp, threw back her head and shuddered into an orgasm, as her orgasm faded mum opened her eyes and smiled, then her eyes widened with surprise and desire as she saw my naked body.

From the couch beside me I took the fabric belt she had been wearing in her skirt, standing I approached her, turned her around, pulled one of her hands behind her back and tied the belt to her wrist. Taking her other arm I pulled it behind her and looped the material tightly around her wrist, crossing her wrists I wrapped the belt around them then tied it off before turning her to face me.