Chapter 1

I had just pulled on my underpants after taking a shower when Mom’s arms suddenly hugged me from behind! Her lips nuzzled into my neck, “ Happy 20th birthday Dick.”

“Hey Mom – what’s this!” I exclaimed as her hand fondled my crotch!

“Mmmn, Twenty with plenty, an growing nicely,” she giggled, “Now moma wants a birthday kiss!”

“Jeez mom, leave it out!” I said amazed at her transgression! She’d always been such a prim and virtuous mother; now suddenly, she was crudely fooling around with me! Yet it wasn’t entirely unexplained. You see, mom was suffering the trauma of her husband being killed recently in an accident.

I’d been away at Uni at the time; and had been for a couple of years. I’d done some growing up in between, so upon returning home, she viewed me more the man she could turn to for reassurance and comfort.

But the nature of her embrace now was unexpected, and turning to face her, I found she was wearing only a bra and briefs!

I’d never seen my prim mother semi-naked before! Jeezz!, she had a great figure too! Her breasts were full and high; barely held in check by the bra she was wearing. Her slim waist flared dramatically onto inviting hips. Her birthday kiss for me was seductive; causing me to blush at the sexual surge I’d felt. I simply gaped in awe and my arousal was obvious to her.

She grinned at my embarrassment.

“Aw Dick, you’re so nice I could eat you.”

She leaned again into me and I could taste the alcohol on her lips ... then losing her balance a little, rolled into me, pushing me onto my back. She snuggled her cheek into my chest laying half over me.

Her leg slid up over mine and I could feel her crotch against my thigh.

My pulse was pumping-up my python which pressed against her and as I ran my hand down her back, she shivered while pushing against my cock and swooned,

“Jesus! Is that for real?” she murmured, “your massive!”.

She looked up into my face and offered me her lips.

There was just the sound of our breath against each other.

I caught her full lower lip gently between my teeth, stretching it and letting it pop loose. I gave her a full kiss and our tongues duelled for a minute while our hips writhed together.

Then we pulled apart; both a bit stunned.

“Guess we both enjoyed your birthday kiss – huh?” she whispered, “but maybe I’ve had too much to drink Dick.”

She got up unsteadily and went from me.

After that moment of sex between us, a sense of machismo filled me on that morning of my twentieth birthday; and whole lot of questions about the kind of female my mother really was?

From then on at home Mom and I began a teasing and pleasing game.

Like when she’d called me into her bedroom a few days after my birthday.

“Hey Dick, help me with new bra hook will you darling?”

She was facing her mirror wearing a new black bra which still had the label on it.

Somehow that was hot shit. Had she bought it with me in mind?

My fingers fumbled with the tiny hooks in the small of her back but then she slowly swivelled round to face me.

“Do you think it fits me OK?”

I coloured up as I swam in her perfume; gazing at her enticing tits.

“Yea, fits you real good; they sure look yummy too.” I added daringly.

“Yes, they’ve got pretty heavy Dick: they need milking off.”

“Jeezus! can I help you with them in any way?”

Her hand came gently onto my cheek, “ Look Dick, I want you know I got a real buzz with that kissing we did; I’m hoping it was OK with you too?”

“Yea, it sure made it a cool birthday Mom.”

“Please ... call me Shelia; would you Dick?”

“O k then ... Shelia, how about your tits? Can I help you with them somehow?” I whispered as my pulse race.

Her hand took mine and placed it on her bra, whispering,

“You can handle them if you like Dick, their full to bursting with milk.”

As my hands ventured over her taunt breast, her hand ran down over my hardened cock and then released it from the constraint of my underpants.

“Mmmn!! you really are a big boy!”

Mom slipped the bra off and a pair of superb fully laden breast fell out with very thick prominent nipples which were oozing milk!!

“Arh ... shit! They’re really choice Shelia.” I whispered as my cock throbbed.

“Well, the milk bar’s open; wanna do some shit with them,” she giggled softly.

“Christ Yea, I sure would Shelia!”

“Is that so?” she murmured softly,

“Well Dick, this cock of yours also needs milking: so, lie back on my bed and we can both give each other some much needed relief.”