Bride
Copyright© 2002 by davedax
Chapter 5
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 5 - on her release from prison, a mother is met by her son.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Coercion Blackmail Drunk/Drugged Lesbian Cheating Slut Wife Incest Mother Son FemaleDom Rough Swinging Group Sex Orgy Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Petting Fisting Sex Toys Squirting Food Water Sports Pregnancy Exhibitionism Voyeurism
"Will these do?"
"Jesus Christ mum, where the hell did you get them from?"
She giggled and turned round letting me see how the shorts seemed to cup each sweet cheek of her bottom and separate it slightly from it's twin. What there was of the narrow gusset between her thighs only accentuated the soft inner flesh at their juncture.
If there were any doubt when viewing from the rear, that the wearer was a woman, the doubt would be dispelled when seen from the front, the shape of her sexy hairless slit was not just visible, it was actually emphasised by the tight, clinging material and even more than that, the swelling of each pink labia peeked out temptingly from beneath it's hopelessly inadequate covering.
An old, but freshly washed shirt of mine was knotted beneath her breasts leaving her stomach bare and the way they bounced as she moved left me in no doubt that she'd decided on "braless is best" again!
"Do we put the damsons in there?" she asked as she stood smiling at me,
"In where?"
"In that great big hole under your nose" she giggled and I realised my mouth was hanging open!
"Where the hell did you get them from?" I spluttered, "They look like they're for a bloody twelve year old!"
"They are" she laughed, "I nipped over to the discount store for some denim shorts and saw these, I thought you might like them"
"I do mum" I leered, "Oh believe me I do, but how am I supposed to climb trees with an erection like this?"
She reached up and kissed me lingeringly,
"Just keep thinking about where you're going to put it when we've finished" she said softly, "How's this for a scenario? A warm bath, some cold champagne and a hot, horny woman"
"Champagne?"
"Well cider then, oh and a couple of joints just for good measure!"
I nearly broke my neck in my haste to get out and get on with it!
It took six hours of climbing up the ladder, climbing trees, balancing precariously on branches, reaching, stretching, but I can say honestly that we enjoyed every minute of it.
We stole kisses at every opportunity, sexy little gropes made us giggle like kids behind the bike shed at school, once as she reached up for a high branch, I unfastened her shirt and swinging round like a latter day Tarzan, sucked each delicious little nipple as her breasts hung free and she squealed with laughter, unable to do anything else but hang on while I feasted!
"Three hundred and fifteen pounds!" she yelled as we came out of the wholesaler's office where we'd delivered the fruit looking like two old tramps who'd slept rough.
"And just for a day's work too, bloody hell Tommy!" she hugged and kissed me and I had to admit that I was pretty pleased too.
Although they only appeared every two years, it was a nice little bonus, but at that moment in time, all I could think about was the promised pleasures of the night to come!
I had to put up with the tears again when I handed her a hundred and seven pounds and fifty pence, but she'd more than earned it and as I said earlier, I got a hell of a lot of pleasure from watching her put it into her pocket.
(thankfully, she'd changed into a pair of jeans before going to the wholesalers with me)
We ate a quick meal in the car at a Macdonald's drive through and called in at Mr Patel's for some more lager and the cheapest champagne he'd got (mum's treat) then as she closed the door to the flat, she leaned back against it and sighed.
"Wow, point me to the bath Tommy, I loved every minute of it, but now I'm knackered"
Easing my shirt off her shoulders, I let it drop to the floor, her nipples swelled under my lips and she gasped with pleasure as I nibbled them gently.
She giggled as I slid the tight jeans down over her hips and kissed her stomach, she protested unconvincingly as I licked downwards, leaving a wet trail on her naked flesh,
"No Tommy, I'm all sweaty and yukky!"
"You taste gorgeous mum" I whispered and licked at a little bead of sweat before it disappeared forever into the delectable little cleft of her cunt.
"Oh Christ Tommy" she moaned as I parted her legs, "This is, ooh yes, this is so fucking horny"
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