Chapter 1

"Your car's here darling"

My husband picked up his suitcase and kissed me on the cheek,

"I'll see you in a month darling, have fun on holiday"

"I will darling, but I wish you were coming too"

"Well at least you'll have Martin to keep you company"

I rolled my eyes at him in mock frustration, "Yes I suppose so, but it's hardly the same thing is it?"

"Never mind darling, I'll see if we can get away again when I come back"

Quite frankly, I didn't care in the least whether or not I had a holiday with him, he'd have just about had a heart attack if he knew where our son and I were actually going for our holiday without him.

His driver knocked on the door letting him know that time was not too plentiful,

"Traffic will be bad at Heathrow this time of the morning sir" he said as hubby handed him his case.

"Yes I know, well goodbye dear and don't forget to wish Martin happy birthday from me"

"I won't"

I saw the driver looking at me as I stood in the doorway to wave goodbye and I wondered briefly if the bright sunlight was making my short robe transparent.

The thought of him being able to see through it aroused me and I felt a little trickle of moisture between my legs as the car pulled out onto the lane.

"Did you know that I can see right through that robe mum?"

I smiled to myself as my son slipped both arms inside the robe and cupped my heavy breasts.

"Well you know what I always say darling, if you've got it, flaunt it"

I leaned back against him as he kissed my neck and rolled both nipples gently between his fingers.

"And you've got it all right mum" he laughed.

"Do all seventeen year old boys greet their mothers this way in the morning?"

I giggled as I felt his erection pressing against my bottom,

"Only those who wake up and find their mother's panties on their pillow, how would you have explained that one if dad had come into my room to say goodbye?"

"I'd have said they weren't mine, they probably belonged to Jenny and she'd left them for you to play with"

"Ha, there's no chance of that mum, she's nowhere near as sexy as you, or as kinky!" he snorted and ran a hand down onto my bulging mound.

"I mentioned to her the other day, that someone I knew thought she was dead sexy, she was flattered at first but she went spare when I told her it was a woman"

"Just give her to me for a few days Martin" I laughed and parted my legs as his hand slipped between them.

"I'll soon have her eating out of the palm of my hand"

"I'd rather see her eating out of your pussy mum"

I moaned with pleasure as he eased two fingers in between the folds of my pussy lips and into the wetness he found there.

"God mum" he laughed, "Your cunt's soaking"

"Talking of pussy" I said as the phone rang, " I bet this is Liz"

"Hi beautiful"

It was Liz and just hearing her sexy voice made me wetter than ever, we'd known each other since we met at boarding school when we were thirteen and shared a room, not to mention a bed!

We'd get together at least once a month, supposedly on an all girl's shopping trip, but in reality we whizzed round the shops of whichever town or city we'd chose to meet in and then spend practically all the rest of the weekend in bed, usually just with each other, but we weren't averse to picking up a couple of studs and letting them service us too!

As I listened to her on the phone, I leaned back against my horny son who had never met Liz, but knew all about her and wiggled my bottom provocatively.

I could hardly believe what she was planning, but I knew he'd love his special birthday surprise from her.

"All right bootiful" I said and blew a kiss down the phone, "I'll see you in about an hour"

"Oh for Christ's sake"

I looked round in surprise at him and then followed his eyes to where a nun was walking up the driveway towards the house.

"Oh no" I said, "Not another plea for money"

I pulled the belt of my robe around my waist and opened the side door,

"Round here sister" I shouted and she looked up at me and smiled.

"Ah good morning to you my dear, I wonder if you would be so kind as to direct me to the convent of the poor lost souls? I seem to be a wee bit lost myself!"

Behind me I heard my son trying not to laugh,

"I'll say she's lost, I've never heard of the bloody place" he whispered and gasped in horror as I invited the nun in to take the weight off her feet.

I'd never seen him move so fast as he scooted upstairs to get dressed, cursing under his breath at me, nuns and this nun in particular!

The moment we heard his bedroom door slam, I turned to the sister and took her into my arms,

"You crazy bitch" I laughed, "Where the hell did you get that outfit from?"

she didn't answer me mainly because her tongue was half way down my throat and I was cupping the cheeks of her gorgeous little bottom through her habit as we kissed.