Chapter 4

George walked into the living room and threw his hat onto a chair, he was just about to call to his mother when he heard some unmistakable sounds from upstairs. The gasp followed by a low moan was clearly his mothers voice, and to George it sounded as sexy as hell. He felt his penis harden as his imagination went into overdrive. George crept quietly up the stairs, he stopped stunned at the sight reflected in the landing mirror.

Cilla was on her knees on her bed with her ass pointing towards the open door. George could clearly see the white plastic shaft that split her ass cheeks, he could even see where the shaft emerged from her anus. Cilla’s right hand was between her legs, to George it looked like she had at least three fingers stuffed in her pussy and moving rapidly.

“Oh yeah George, fuck my ass honey” He heard Cilla moan as her other hand reached around and forced the shaft further up her ass.

George watched in fascination as his mother called his name over and over as she thrust her hand into her pussy and the vibrator up her ass repeatedly. Her movements became jerky and she rammed the plastic cock as deep as she could as her moan raised in volume suddenly.

“Ohhhhh Geeeorge!” Cilla shrieked. George watched his mother slowly collapse onto the bed before he crept slowly back down the stairs. Suddenly embarrassed at his voyeurism George rushed out of the house and drove quickly away.

Back at the house Cilla slowly pulled her hand from her wet nest and slowly and lovingly cleaned her juices from it. She smiled to herself as she slid the plastic toy from her ass and brought it up to her face. Cilla inhaled the heavy aroma of her ass, she moaned softly as she took the plastic shaft into her mouth and tasted her darkest place. She spent a few minutes pretending it was her son’s cock that had just been pulled from her open anus.

Eventually she took her toy to the bathroom and cleaned it and herself. Pulling on a robe she went downstairs.

Cilla thought about George as she walked into the living room, she had realised several years ago that she had feelings for her son that no mother should ever have. He seemed to have such a gentle strength, unlike his father. Gordon had been a cruel man who thought his wife’s body belonged to him to do as he wished. Cilla had been brought up to believe that he had the right to do it.

When Gordon had died Cilla had felt like she had been freed, and her fantasies had been freed as well. When George had left to go to London Cilla had been heartbroken. Although in time she found that it gave her more freedom to enjoy her masturbatory fantasies whenever she felt like it. she still missed her son and wished he would come back.

Cilla walked into the kitchen and put the kettle on before returning to the living room. As soon as she walked back into the room she saw her son’s hat on the chair. George had been back! And it looked like he left in a hurry, Cilla felt her pussy get wet again at the thought of her son spying on her masturbating. A wicked grin appeared on her face as an idea came to mind.