Chapter 4

How wrong could I be? As I walked towards the kitchen. I could see Mum wearing a sleeveless footie jumper that barely covered her arse, revealing her lower butt cheeks, and clearly no bra under the jumper.

“Good Morning, Elliot,” Mum cheerily said. “What can I get my big boy for breakfast?”

“It’s okay. I can get my breakfast, thank you.”

Mum sat on the corner of the dining table, with her legs slightly apart, and I instantly became fixated on her pubic mound, noticing her dark pubic hair visible through her sheer panties.

She had tempted me once too often, and I lost it. I got up, turned her around, and pushed her head down to the table. I dropped my shorts and ran my rapidly hardening cock up and down her panty-covered bum crack.

“Oh, yes, Elliot, take me son.”

Pulling Mum’s panties to the side, I slid my cock up and down her arse crack while I held her firmly against the table with my left hand on her back, while I pressed the head of my dick with my thumb as I panty fucked her. I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Elliot, please don’t cum on my bum. Put your cock inside me. I want to feel your jizz shoot out and fill my pussy.”

It was too late, as my cock jerked and twitched inside Mum’s panties, coating her arse cheeks with my seed. After I stopped ejaculating, I pulled my cock out of her panties and wiped it clean on her top.

“Happy? I’ve cum on you. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

I stormed off to my room, furious with myself for humiliating Mum by cumming on her arse.

I waited an hour before I dared go back down into the kitchen. Mum was sitting at the table, calmly reading the newspaper. I moved over to her and kissed her on the top of her head. “Sorry, Mum. I shouldn’t have done that. Can you please forgive me?” I said in the most apologetic voice I could.

She turned to look at me and smiled. “How can I be mad at my son when I turned him on? There’s no need to apologise. You did what you wanted, what you needed this morning, but I’m looking forward to the day when you stick your cock in me. Now, what can I get you for breakfast?”

“Thanks, Mum. I love you, and coffee and toast will be fine.”

I was full of guilt and remorse for how I treated Mum and was so relieved at clearing the air with her. But she seemed fine with things, not upset or embarrassed as I expected her to be.

I watched Mum prepare my breakfast, with sex still on my mind, not believing what had happened. Will it happen again? Will I give in and end up screwing her? I don’t know, but I came so close this morning. No! I can’t screw Mum. It’s not right. My mind was in turmoil. Thank God schools finished, and I’d never be able to concentrate on lessons.

Later that morning, I received a call from a number I didn’t recognise.

“Hello?”

“Hi, sexy. Do you know who this is?” A sexy, husky voice said.

“I think so. Is that Mrs Cooper?”

“Oh, smart, as well as sexy. Please call me Sally.”

“What can I do for you ... Sally?”

“It’s what I can do for you. Remember yesterday when I made you a promise?”

“Yep, but I thought you were kidding, or maybe you’d drunk too much and didn’t mean what you said.”

“Oh, no. I was perfectly lucid. How about you come to my place at two so I can keep my promise?”

“Are you sure? ... I mean, you’re my best mate’s mum. I can’t screw you, can I?”

“Of course you can. You had me so aroused yesterday, and if the others hadn’t been around, I would have screwed your brains out then.”

“Oh ... like wow. I’ll be around at two.”

“I look forward to it, you sexy hunk.”

Oh shit, holy fuck. I’m going to screw the hottest milf around. My best mate’s mum.

Two couldn’t come quick enough, but when it did. I was at Sally’s door. When Sally opened the door, I was amazed to see how good she looked. She was wearing a sexy figure-hugging dress. I slowly looked her up and down lustfully. My mouth must have been half open as I ogled her, the hot sexy milf.