"Shall we have a drink?" mum asked and smiled at me as she reached up for the bottle on the top shelf of the cabinet, her short skirt rode up over the tops of her black seamed stockings and I could clearly see the marrow strip of her pink thong between her legs,

Dad sat there in his chair staring at nothing through his sightless eyes, I almost felt for him in his misery, but then I recalled how he'd beat me at the slightest excuse when I was little and how he'd tell mum that she was nothing but a whore, to be used by whoever he pleased.

There were evenings when he would have his cronies round to play poker and mum would be forced to serve them beer wearing nothing but stockings and if he lost more money than he had, mum had to pay his debts in kind.

I watched many times through the partially open door as men unloaded themselves in her mouth, mum knew I watched too but never said a word about it to dad, towards the end she deliberately left the door open and I watched as she rode one of his mates or clung to their thrusting hips as she orgasmed silently, he'd have killed me if he'd known and as mum often said to me, I was the only decent thing in her life!

It was after his accident when he lay in hospital that we got drunk together and she asked why I sometimes watched her with dad's mates,

"Because you're a sexy lady mum" I said, "You did what you did because you liked it, you knew I was watching but you still did it, it turned you on didn't it?"

She smiled at me and nodded,

"Yes, I'll admit that it turned me on"

"And you liked me watching you?"

"Yes"

"You like being forced to do things don't you?"

"Yes, I always have done"

"Take your skirt off now"

She looked shocked for a moment, but smiled as she stood up and unzipped her skirt, the long black stockings hugged her legs like a second skin, they were supported by a filmy little suspender belt and tiny black panties clung to her sex jealously,

"Now your blouse"

Still she smiled as she opened her blouse to display her generous breasts almost spilling over her skimpy little bra,

"Do you like my breasts?"

"They're lovely mum, now take them out of your bra but leave it on"

"My nipples are hard"

"That's because you're excited isn't it?"

"You know I am"

"Let's go for a little walk"

"ok"

We had a large and very private rear garden, but the houses in the next road overlooked the bottom of it and we both knew that that was where we were going,

"What are you going to do to me?"

"I don't know yet"

We had a table and chairs at the bottom of the garden and even though it was now twilight I knew we could be seen as we walked down there together, her breasts jiggled invitingly and her hips swung enticingly and my prick fought to be freed!

I sat at the table and looked at her, she was no longer pretending to be subservient, she was loving every minute of it her eyes gleamed with excitement,

"Take your panties off" I said, "And go back to the kitchen and fetch our drinks"

She held her eyes on mine as she slipped the tiny garment down over her thighs to step out of it, handing it to me, she turned and walked back up the garden.

Holding her panties to my face, I inhaled their aroma, my mother's odour, they were slightly damp betraying her arousal and as she returned with our drinks she smiled at me sexily,

"I feel great darling"

"Good" I returned her smile and told her to sit opposite me with her back to the fence,

"Open your legs"

"You'll see me"

"I can see you now"

"You know what I mean"

"No I don't" I said sternly, "Tell me what I'll see"

"You'll see my cunt, my freshly shaved, hot little cunt"

"I want to see it, I want to see it wide open and glistening"

She parted her thighs and it was indeed glistening,

"Hello Tony" the voice came from behind her and as I looked up, I saw Mr Jones who lived alone in the house backing onto our fence,