Helping Out Mum

Everyone who knew her or came across her in any way said that Mrs Edwards was a very elegant and classy lady. Though she wasn’t blessed with a great deal of money she always dressed stylishly and to perfection, even when just popping down to the shops in a pair of jeans and a simple T-shirt. Her hair was always perfect, never a strand out of place. She never wore a lot of makeup, just a hint of eye-shadow to emphasise her eyes, and the merest touch of pale pink lipstick, to brighten her sensuous lips.

So everyone was mortified when she became a widow at the much too early age of forty, with a teen son to look after.

The trouble was although she was only twenty-eight when she had given birth to her son Danny, she was at least five years older than the mothers of his peers and had no real connection with them. It wasn’t age, it was generational. She was at the end of one generation with different tastes in music, fashion, politics, morals, everything in fact to the other mothers, who were at the start of a new generation and ways of thinking. She had no close friends, just a few passing acquaintances, but no proper friends to talk of.

So Mrs Edwards was alone, but not lonely, she had her music and books to occupy any free time she had after working, looking after her son and various charities and ‘good causes’ she was involved in.

After a few years as the pain of the loss of her husband eased she tried dating again, but nothing serious and she just couldn’t seem to connect with the men she dated. All they seemed to want was sex, and she wasn’t into casual sex, she needed an emotional connection first. So she decided that she would live her life as a single woman, her days of sex and loving over.

All in all a very classy, refined and elegant lady, so that made what happened later all the more shocking and unexpected and would have amazed anyone who knew her. ---- Aged twenty-two, I had reluctantly moved back in with my beautiful mother after my relationship with my girlfriend Ellie came to an abrupt and bitter end, both of us knowing we couldn’t live with each other any longer. The final spilt had been hard and vicious.

I was both devastated yet happy at the same time; devastated here I was a twenty-two year old, being forced to move back in with mum, happy; because I love her and what she has done for me. Also in my view, she is incredibly beautiful and sexy in an elegant and understated way.

I was making my way to my bedroom after having a shower when I thought I heard sobbing coming from my mothers’ bedroom. The door was closed, but I knocked softly and walked in. The sight that met my eyes nearly blew my mind.

Mum was naked, laying on her back, long, slim, shapely, toned, legs pulled back and spread wide, one hand fingers pushed inside her while the thumb frantically played with her clit, the other hand was occupied massaging her still firm boobs. Standing there silently, I could see her pinching her nipples. She was engrossed in a porn film showing on the TV. Not only that, it was a hot girl on girl scene that was showing. Mum wasn’t sobbing, she was moaning in sexual excitement.

I should have quietly left but was mesmerised by the sight of my mother’s naked body and what she was doing. I stayed where I was, captivated by the sight of mum frantically rubbing her clit, moaning in pleasure.

Then mum uttered the words that would irrevocably change things between us.

“Danny, if you’re not going to leave, make yourself useful. Come here and lick me out.” I was that shocked I wasn’t sure I had heard her correctly.

“What?” I stammered hoarsely.

“You do know what oral sex is don’t you, please lick my pussy.”

I still stood there unsure what to do. Wanting to obey with every fibre in my body.

“It’s a lot to ask I know, but I’ll do anything you want after if you will. Will you please, please lick my pussy,” begging and pleading with me.

I stood there a look of shock obviously coming over my face as mum continued, “Danny I’m begging you, it’s been so long since I’ve had a mouth on my pussy, and I love it so much. I just love oral sex. Please Danny just this once, please.”

I stood there drinking in the sight of my beautiful and elegant mother, playing with her pussy as I processed what she had asked of me. She’d just asked me to perform a sex act on her. An incestuous sex act. Would I lick her pussy?

Oh yes I would, without any hesitation, because for more years than I can remember I have secretly admired and lusted after my mother. I had just been given an invitation to one of my greatest desires.

I quickly moved to the bed and got on it, laying with my head between my mothers’ wide open legs, staring at her pussy which was glistening and already leaking her precious fluid as she continued to rub it frantically with her fingers, pushing one knuckle deep. As I continued to stare I savoured the musky aroma of a sexually excited woman that was emanating from her. I could see her lubricating juices leaking they looked thick and slimy, and I couldn’t wait to taste them.

“Please Danny, I’m almost there.”

I lowered my head and pushing her hands away, placed my mouth on her pussy, then made one long, slow, lick, all the way from the bottom right up to her clit, flicking it gently. Mum let out a soft moan of pleasure, “Oh, I’ve missed that so much,” she whispered half to herself. Knowing I was doing as she wanted and liked I continued my licking, tongue probing deeply into her.

She was hot and wet, a slimy mucus coating her pussy and leaking out of her. Mum continued to moan and groan and then started to give me instructions of what to do, getting me to lick her harder, or to slow down, or to push my tongue deeper. I complied with her every demand, happy to please her. At the same time I was fulfilling a long held hidden fantasy.

If she wanted a sex toy, I was happy to be that toy, for as long as she wanted.

Then I took over of my own accord as I sensed mum was approaching her release. Her moaning increased in intensity and her body started to shake, I increased the rate of my tongue on her as I drove her wild. Then I stopped, mum groaned in frustration, pulling my head towards her but I resisted.

“If you want your pussy licking, well I’m going to do that and for a long, long time, you’re going to wait before you can cum.” Mum moaned in frustration.

I let mum calm down for a while, stroking and caressing her body, staring longingly at something I’d wanted to see and touch for so long. When I felt she was ready for more, I began my oral assault on her once more, again driving her wild with lust, but yet again I held back from allowing her the release of orgasm.

For a third time, I started to lick her. Mum was both loving and hating the interruptions, she was loving what I was doing to her, her body responding instinctively, and she must have loved and missed oral sex, because she responded so quickly, hating the fact that every time she was ready she was denied release.

Mum was arching her hips up to meet my mouth and tongue, legs drawn up and back, slender and silky firm thighs next to my head and over my shoulders, heels drumming a tattoo of delight on my back as she rose higher and gave herself over to the pleasure she was enjoying, rising remorselessly to an orgasm. An orgasm I was happy to help her too.

My cock was throbbing and hard, but as yet couldn’t get any relief, my balls were aching and screaming for release. I was moaning as much as mum as I kept my face pressed against her pussy, tongue lashing furiously, as mum instructed me again.

Then it hit me! A sudden spurt of thick, sticky, cum, squirted out of mum and splashed over my face and chin, some finding its way into my mouth, which I swirled around savouring the taste and texture before swallowing. Mum was a squirter, and she continued to fire shots of cum at me as she orgasmed. An ear-piercing shriek, that got higher in pitch escaped from mum’s mouth until it turned into a silent scream as her climax continued to course through her.

Her body was bucking as her legs clamped tight around my head, pinning me in place so that I was getting every squirt right on my chin and in my mouth.

As I looked up I could see the nipples on her boobs were rock hard, small and tight, and her eyes, although open were unfocused as her head framed by her ash-blond hair, thrashed from side to side.

Mum’s legs gradually released their deathlike grip on me and I was able to free myself. I stood up and dropped my boxers so that now I was totally naked. Mum was still experiencing the aftershocks of her orgasm. Not wanting to let her recover, I reached a hand out and down to her, helping her to her feet.

She looked quizzically at me as I kissed her deeply, tongue exploring her mouth as she returned my kiss. I turned her around so she was facing away from me, bent her over so that she was taking her weight on her dressing table and stood behind her, rock hard and impatient cock pressing into the crease of her bum.

Mum instinctively spread her legs, giving me easier access to her pussy as I positioned my cock so it was just pressing into her hot and wet opening. I pulled her head up so she was looking into the dressing table mirror. I wanted to see the look on her face as I entered her fully.

I stood with my cock just inside her, as our eyes met in the mirror and I pushed fully into her in one quick and fast motion, not hard and rough, but certainly quick. I stopped then, relishing the feel of her pussy on my cock, aware that it had expended and then closed around me as I entered her.

As I looked at her, I didn’t see the look of horror I half expected to see as she had just been penetrated by her son, but a look of primal lust and desire, the look of a woman who needed sex, who hadn’t had any meaningful sex in years, but with an undercurrent of love as well. She stood there, not moving her body, but her pussy gave away her lust, rippling up and down my cock as she stared back at me in the mirror. Pussy clenching and releasing.