Chapter 2

Surfacing from my dive into the crystal clear pool, I felt reborn as the man of the house so to speak, and as I swam back to where I had stripped off, I caught sight of mother at her bedroom window; and I was shocked!

I had always regarded my mother being an elegant parragon of virture; except with super tits.

Yet there she was, cooly and clearly carresing her breast; lustfully waching me!

My head span at the sight of her at the window!

I’d always admired mother’ grace and poise, and I’d never conjured up any taboo thoughts of her. Yet from that moment, Laura, my newly widowed mother, had instantly entered that sphere of what I wanted.

Even as I hauled myself naked from the pool, her gaze remained transfixed on me.

I casually picked up my clothing and facing in her direction wearing only a soft smile, gave my midriff and cock a mild brushing, before going into the house.

I padded naked to the bathroom, and had just about finished having a piss when she came in and stood behind me. And for the first time, I felt her naked nipples against my back.

“Mother.” I said quietly.

Her hand joined mine on my cock, “Call me Laura now Ben.” she replyed, kissing my neck.

What took place between us then, was a torrid scene of unbridled lust that would do justice to a porn video.

I awoke with the rising sun and I slipped gently from the bed and pulling on my underpants, went into the kitchen to get some coffee going. As I busied myself I grinned how quickly we’d discovered how, when mixed together, we made the perfect cocktail! That’s the way a cookie can crumble; and Mrs Laura Harris sure was some cookie in bed with me.

Then wearing just a short wrap, she’d came and sat down beside me. She quietly began to sip coffee from the mug I had served, while I drank in her sensuallity...

Then with a chuckle I said, “I found your swearing during our fucking, very ... well ... exciting.”

She stared at me thoughtfully, “You mean some of my foul cursing; don’t you.”

“Yeh. It was something new for me.” I grinned.

Again she looked at me, moving closer to me.

“Ben, I want no secrets between us now. I need to to tell you certain things.” Her hand came onto my lap as her eyes searched mine, then began;

“At fourteen I was a precocious little girl Ben; and rather’ flirtatious’ according to my father; because thats what he said to me one day, when I was sat on his lap.”

“Why was you sat on his lap?” I asked inocently.

“You may well ask Ben. Well it was one of the things I did it to tease him; and he said that if I was aiming to be a slut, he would turn me into the best one there was.”

I stared at her and felt my cock cranking up, “Your father said that to you! You’re kidding me Laura!”

“My father was Dr Richard Banks; a professional physiologist, doing clinical research ... and when I was fifteen he made me his laboratory assistant and began trying out his nymphomania theory on me.”

“Trying his what out on you! ... how!” My cock was pulsing now.