Chapter 1

It was after eleven before I woke up and went out to find mum in her usual Sunday attire of a short house coat over a small pair of panties,

"Hello gorgeous" I greeted her and bent to kiss her softly whilst slipping a hand inside her robe to cup a firm breast.

"Morning handsome" she smiled and snaked both arms around my neck,

"What would you like for breakfast?"

"You on a plate" I grinned and kissed my way down over her throat to take a nipple between my lips.

"With dressing or without?" she purred and parted her legs as my lips caressed her belly button,

"Without" I breathed, "Definitely without" and I kissed the front of her panties, my nostril's flared at the heady aroma of her pussy and she gasped as I wormed my tongue inside the delicate little garment,

"Mmm" she moaned softly, "Every woman should start Sundays like this"

I licked the whole length of her fragrant slit while she pushed her groin up into my face, she was completely open now, her juices flowing over my tongue as I pushed deeper into her very core, she was on the very edge of an orgasm as I quickly stepped away to drop my shorts and then I pulled her panties off before mounting her willing body,

"Oh God yes" she sighed as my prick slid unaided into her warmth, I held her head with a hand on either side of her face and looked into her eyes as I began moving in and out slowly.

"This is how it's going to be mum from now on, just you and I, no-one else, we don't need anyone else"

She smiled and her whole face lit up,

"Yes, I don't care what society thinks of us, we're the only ones who matter"

I felt her legs go round my back and she used her hands on my buttocks to try and pull me in deeper.

"Just promise me you'll never stop doing this"

"Doing what mum?" I asked wanting to hear her say the words,

"Fucking me" she smiled, "Promise you'll never stop fucking me"

I drew back slightly until just the dome of my prick was inside her and then still with my eyes fixed firmly on hers, I lunged forward, she squealed and gripped me tightly,

"Again" she hissed and pulled my head down to hers,

"Ram that fucking monster right into my cunt" she whispered and licked my ear.

I lunged again and again until I felt an orgasm approaching,

"I'm coming mum" I gasped, but all she could do was to cling to me, her face was screwed up with agonizing pleasure, she couldn't speak, her eyes were wide open and staring, I felt my prick explode as the sensations in my prick reached their peak, mum was thrashing and writhing under me, her nails were drawing blood, but the pain was delicious and I welcomed it.

We lay for a minute still locked in our incestuous embrace, then I eased myself up and we both laughed at the obscene plop when my cock slipped out of her pussy,

"I'll get breakfast" she told me then we need to talk,

"About what?" I asked and felt my prick twitching as I watched her stepping into her panties,

"About where we go from here" she said seriously,

"Back to bed?" I suggested hopefully and got an elbow in my ribs for my troubles.

We ate a delicious breakfast of bacon and eggs, while mum talked and I listened,

"The first thing we should do is to go and meet your foster parents, you're eighteen now we know, but we should be respectful and tell them that you want to live with me now.

"Sounds fair" I agreed, "I think they'll be pleased for me"

While she made the train bookings, I thought back to the previous weekend when I'd arrived at the small country railway station and seen her for the first time,

She was the only person on the platform and even before the single carriage train pulled to a halt, we were smiling at each other.

"You must be Ben" she said softly and I nodded too afraid to speak, I put my case down and we embraced, thankfully the station was unmanned so there was no-one there to see our tears as we both lost whatever composure we'd had up until that point.

"Ben, Ben, Ben" was all she could say in between sobs, but I was completely unable to speak at all, we must have held each other for a good five minutes until we regained some sense of normality and pulled apart to look at each other.

"Is it really you Ben?" she said very softly as if she was afraid I'd say no.

"It's me mum" I smiled and I saw the tears returning to her eyes,

"You called me mum" her bottom lip trembled and I held her close again.

"Say that again please Ben"

"Mum" I whispered, then I pulled back and shouted to the empty station at the top of my voice,

"This is my mother, I've found my mum"

We both cried again and held each other, it was about fifteen minutes before we left the station and called a cab to take us to the pub she owned,

"I still can't believe I've found you" she said in the cab, but my hand holding hers told her I was real and I confirmed it by telling her it was the happiest day of my life!

We both cried again in the pub when we walked in and she introduced me proudly as her son, she was obviously well liked there by customers and staff alike because they all cheered and queued up to shake my hand and embrace mum,

"Big bugger ain't you?" a grizzled old timer said and mum kissed his bald head before announcing that the till was now shut, there was silence for a moment then she added that all drinks were on the house and chaos broke out.

"Well I think that little lot cost me a bob or two" she smiled as the last of the bar maids left and she went through the well practiced routine of locking up and setting the alarms,

Her flat above the pub was lovely and far bigger than I'd imagined it to be, but the attraction for me was the well lit roof garden complete with a small swimming pool, it was beautiful and she beamed with pride when I told her so.

Both of us had drank very little downstairs so she opened a bottle of champagne and we toasted each other,

"Here's to finding each other" she said and raised her glass,

"Here's to the future" I said and emptied it in one go,

"I bought that when I first got this place" she said softly "And I vowed I'd open it only when I found you" she refilled our glasses again and sat down to tell me all about her life, she'd had me when she was just fifteen, the result of a drunken teenage party and she'd cried bitterly when her strict, church going parents had made her put me up for long term fostering.

"I cheated though" she smiled, "I had a good friend who worked for social services and she risked her job to trace your foster parents.

"That must have been hard" I grinned, "With dad being a soldier, you don't mind me calling him dad do you?"

"No of course not, he's done a wonderful job of raising you, you've turned into a fine young man"

I felt myself blushing at her words, but she squeezed my hand and waited for me to speak,

"Well I've certainly seen the world" I told her, "We were always on the move"

She stood up then and unfastened the ribbon in her hair, it cascaded down over her shoulders and took ten years off her, she was beautiful and it was her turn to blush when I told her,