My Mother’s Lover and Me

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Having returned home after visiting some friends, I had found my mother and one of her contractors naked and recovering from sex on the pool deck. I was shocked. I was aware she had arranged a meeting with him, but had no idea that sex was to be the reason. My mother had been a widow of five years and, to my knowledge, had not entertained a man since my dad’s death. This was a bit overwhelming. One aspect that was even more surprising to me is the age difference between her and the guy involved. She was forty three and he would be about twenty five to thirty, more suitable to be my lover than hers. I was twenty one. After the shock of being found in that situation we all moved inside. While he showered my mother and I began a rather unpleasant conversation. Here she was naked, which is not unusual around our pool and obviously having had sex, and with a much younger man. He was a virtual employee or contractor on one of her building sites. Since my father’s death, she had taken over running the organisation, which was basically a building development company. He was the electrical contractor that she had employed on a site under development. Why they were having sex together was a mystery that I wanted explained. My own history was not a pleasant one. I had been involved in a cheerleader’s squad at college that had become nothing more than a team of whores. The football team used us for what they wanted when they wanted it, and that was more often than not. We had multiple partners and nothing was sacred. We all participated in orgies of sex and booze after each game, win lose or draw. Some even used stimulants to enhance their sexual ability. My mother became aware of the activities and asked me to stop. I was reluctant to do so as we all were treated like beauty queens at college. We were in the forefront of any activity the school was engaged in. One afternoon after the game that won us the competition, I overdid it and got very drunk. I allowed myself to be used in a particularly aggressive orgy of sex. I had been willingly stripped naked, my bra and pants torn off me, and my body used in every way shape and form, heaven knows how many times. I could hardly stand and somebody drove me home and delivered me to my front door. They rang the door chime and cleared off, leaving me alone. My uniform – or what was left of it – was in tatters. I was covered in cum from guys ejaculating over me, and my head was full of it. I was not alone, all the girls were involved and used by these animals. We were as bad as them and willing participants. When my mother opened the door, she was shocked to the core; never had she seen anybody in such a state, and the only words that she used time and time again, and became imprinted on my mind, were, “You are a drunken and disgusting slut and a whore to boot”. She was right. I had become a cum bucket for any and all of those guys. God knows how many had used me orally, vaginally and anally that afternoon, I had no idea. From the state I was in there had been certainly more than a few. My mother’s words haunted me. I was so ashamed and disgusted I withdrew from the squad. I never went near any of them again, the girls or the guys. I never made any public utterances as to why I left, but everybody in the squad and team knew, and I was sent to Coventry. I became a virtual recluse for the remainder of my final year. After the initial shock and horror, my mother and I have become very much closer; she stuck to me and helped me get through the horrible situation I had found myself in. I cried a lot and we talked a lot. She gradually became aware of every disgusting deed I had engaged in over the previous months, which included double penetration oral and anal, and sex with other girls, which probably shocked her the most. Confession may be good for the soul, but it is devastating when you tell your mother. Now we are like sisters. She is encouraging me to take a role in the company mainly in the administration of it. I feel I have turned the corner and will never venture into that realm of life again. I still enjoy respectable sex, and I have a regular boyfriend and he sleeps over at our place with my mother‘s knowledge and permission. She recognises I could not and did not want to become a celibate woman. This time I would enjoy sex responsibly and respectfully. We all continued to swim and use the pool in our naked state, as this was our preference and desire. Nobody was embarrassed or concerned. It was only virtual family. Unfortunately, a few months later, Tim my boyfriend, was posted overseas, and I would not see him for a couple of years. We parted the best of friends. Things were working out well. Over time I adjusted to her dalliance with Mike and they had become a little more than casual lovers; he was regular visitor and often slept over at Pendik Escort our place in mum’s bed. The age difference was ignored and they loved the joy of sex, as they did each other. We were all involved in our own affairs and he was becoming more involved in the company operations mainly at my mother’s insistence. I had a feeling he would become a partner or director in the company before long. One evening we were all having dinner together. Mum informed us that she had to go to London for a few weeks on business. It was something that had come up as part of my father’s estate and she had to go and sort the matter out. It was more or less a legal matter. It was straight forward but time consuming, and a lot of documents needed to be signed, and arrangements etcetera, finalised. Mike would become a director and he and I would be in control of the business here while she was away. What with email and phone calls there didn’t appear to be any problems with her away. I could sign contracts and cheques so there were no foreseen problems. Mike now being a director there would always be two signatories available should they be required. Mum and Mike retired to bed to seal the deal of Mike becoming a director. I would have to satisfy myself privately. She was completely obsessed by him and he was with her as well. It was an ideal partnership. The only problem that we could foresee was the time difference. Should we need to talk on the telephone or correspond by email at the same time? Mid-day London time would be 11 pm here. I was sure we could work things out. Things progressed well, and with mums ability, everything was sorted out before she left. I kept an eye on expenses and the contractors accounts and Mike coordinated the work on the two sites we now had running at the same time. Mike and I met regularly to discuss any problems, and this was usually on one of the sites. If anything needed sorting out, we would both discuss the problem and get a resolution. If we didn’t agree, we emailed mum and she had the deciding vote. Mum was going great guns in London; however things did not move as quickly as we had hoped, and she had been delayed. Then there was a problem on one site that we needed to discuss with mum. We emailed her with the details and she said she would ring. The call would be at 1pm London time, which meant mid-night here. Mike would have to be here. Mike came over for dinner. We had one bottle of wine and opened a second. We forgot Mike would have to drive home. He said he would sleep here in mum’s bed. He had done that often enough, but with her by his side. As I said we had a bottle of wine and we were both a bit chirpy. Mum rang early and we sorted things out satisfactorily. We told her Mike would be sleeping in her bed alone. She said for him to behave and not starch the sheets. After the call we sat on the lounge together and talked about the decisions we had just taken with my mother. I don’t know how or why it happened, but our conversation just stopped virtually in the middle of one item we were discussing. We looked at each other and God knows why I did it, but I kissed him. At first he tried to pull away but what I had begun as a kiss on the cheek developed to kissing him on the lips. What was going to be a friendly kiss was soon out of control. Suddenly we were engaged in a kiss that became hard and passionate. Our tongues were intertwined, and without realising it, I knew what had transformed my widow mother into a sex machine. He was amazing and I was melting in his arms. My God, I thought, is he going to fuck ME too? His hand rested on my breast. Since Tim and I had parted a month or so ago, I had not had a man touch me and I shivered with the excitement of his touch. Then he began unbuttoning my blouse as we kissed and I did nothing to stop him. It was as if I had been struck dumb. We were still kissing passionately. The thought rushed through my brain. ‘This is wrong, he is my mother’s lover, and we shouldn’t be doing this.’ But I was sex starved at the moment and I wanted it. I was prepared to risk it all to let him have his way any way he wished. The thoughts of my debauchery with the football team came rushing back. I wanted sex and badly, but not like it was back then. I had seen him and Julie together and envied the way the two of them enjoyed and achieved their satisfaction. I wanted it like that. I thought I should stop him now before I go too far. I wanted to but I couldn’t, I wanted and needed him to use me as I had been used before. I wanted sex and I wanted it now and from him. My blouse was now completely unbuttoned. His hand was going around to where a bra strap would be, but I was wearing a bra that clipped together between the breasts. I used my hand to unclip it and my bra parted and exposed my breasts. Pendik Escort Bayan We continued to kiss; neither of us had spoken since our lips met. My heart was pounding with the emotion and erotic sensations racing through my body, particularly from my belly button to my clit button. Then he rubbed a nipple between his fingers. I shivered with the sensation as he fondled it. My nipples were ultra sensitive now and as hard as stone. I felt the stirring inside me; my sexual secretions began to stream down to lubricate the part of me that was preparing to accept that part of a man that so adequately fills the space so perfectly. It was soaking my pants. I had not felt like this for months. My hand went down to his groin. He was hard, I had felt boys and men this way for years and I slid his fly down, slipped my hand into his pants and sought his penis. It wasn’t hard to find, but it was hard to extract his long hard piece of meat I wanted to devour in every way. He broke our embrace. “I am sorry.I shouldn’t have let this happen. We have to stop now.” Mike was wanting it to stop. “No… please no… no, no, no!” I screamed. “Please don’t leave me like this. Just once… just this once,” I begged. “No, this is wrong, I am in love with your mother, and this can’t be allowed to happen.” “I don’t care, she doesn’t have to know, please just let us do it once. I have seen the two of you together a dozen times and I want it to be like that, just once.” “No, I can’t let this happen. It’s wrong.” “No… It’s not wrong. I want you to make love to me like you make love to my mother.” “Oh Jill, if it were not for your mother and I, I would, believe me.” “No don’t say that, I want you, I need you, we are partners in business, let’s be partners in the love we share.” I was standing there bare breasted facing him. His hard cock still poking out of his trousers. I and dropped to my knees and took his beautiful hard circumcised cock into my mouth before he could retaliate, and withdraw it from my grasp, I began to suck and rub the head of it with my tongue. “Please don’t,” he cried. I ignored his plea. As I sucked hard and savoured his firm meaty cock inside my mouth, I used my hands to undo his belt and his trousers dropped to be around his ankles. I undid the press stud on the waist strap of his underpants and they too dropped to join his trousers. There was no way I was going to allow him to escape my grasp on him. I would not lose the wonderful taste of him I had in my mouth. Then I felt his hands on my head. I had won; he had succumbed to my advance on him. He was mine and we would soon be as one. I continued to softly suck his cock and rim the head of him with my tongue. He had stopped resisting or trying to break the grasp I had on him. His hands remained holding my head to him. As my lips began to slowly rub up and down the beautiful hard meaty shaft of his cock, I used one hand to grasp him and stroke him in unison as I bobbed my head up and down the length of his meaty Popsicle. I had done this many times before, but I was now using every trick I had learned to make this an experience of a lifetime for him. I shivered again with the absolute wonder and pleasure of having him in my mouth, and virtually doing what I wished with him. There would be far more to achieve before I slept in his arms later. After a few minutes, I knew he was enjoying what I was giving him. I stopped long enough to ask him softly, “Do you really want me to stop now?” He replied almost inaudibly, “No”. I continued to provide him with the best cock sucking experience I knew how to give. My mother had done this many times with him, but she has never had the experiences I have in doing this to so many guys. He was being serviced by an expert cock sucker. Then I felt his hands apply more pressure to my head, holding me firmly onto his hard and his delicious cock. He was about to cum. I prepared to take from him the precious fluid that can be so tasty and provide me with so much pleasure. I had done it so many times before to so many guys, but I never get tired or bored with the pleasure it gives the both of us at that crucial time. It didn’t take him long. I could tell when he began to shudder and his knees began to shake. He was soon going to provide me with that precious fluid made just for me… man milk. That gives me so much pleasure as I feel him fill my mouth with his warm and ever so tasty semen stream from the most amazing and delicious part of him, his cock. I never fail to wonder at the pleasure that part of a man gives me both orally and vaginally. I often wonder what it would be like to be a man and enjoy the pleasures that it provides them with in so many ways. He exploded, and he moaned long and loud. I no longer cared whether it was the pleasure and sensation Escort Pendik of him cumming, or the horror of what we had just achieved. His semen spurted from the eye of his cock and filled my mouth. I swirled the first mouthful around and swallowed it. He replaced that first deposit with another. I swallowed that after tasting it as well. Then the third spurt was not as hard or had the volume. Before I swallowed this lot, I would enjoy the feeling of the tasty morsel in my mouth, rub my tongue in and over what was there and then swallow the bulk of it before milking him dry. I wanted every drop he had made for me. I held him in my mouth for as long as I could, his shaft began to soften and wilt. He was spent. I then slid my lips back slowly until the head of his now softening cock dropped from my mouth, and fell spent and rested on his balls. I knew I had given him my best. He stood there, trousers around his ankles and breathing heavily. I was still on my knees, and I looked up into his eyes. “Did you enjoy that?” “Oh God, Jill, I have had women do that to me a dozen times, but never ever has any one of them done it like that.” I stood up and helped him remove his pants from around his ankles. “I am so happy; this maybe the only time we do this, but it may not, I hope. I wanted that to be the best experience I could ever give you. I know Julie has done it many times with you, but she has had nowhere the number of experiences that I have. You know that. I want tonight to be special, a night I will never forget and I hope you won’t either.” “How could I, this is so wrong, I will never ever forget it. Making love to your mother was amazing, now I am making love to her daughter. That is even more amazing and so so wrong. I will never forgive myself for letting this happen. How will I ever face her again? Every time I see you naked in future I will see you as I am seeing you now, having defiled you.” “That hasn’t happened yet, but it is going to. Now we are going to have sex together, not love.. .sex!. You and I are going to fuck. You can make love to my mother, not me. I am unworthy of that. I want to use you for sex in the way I have used dozens of men. I want you to satisfy my body not my mind.”  Then he did something I wasn’t expecting, he picked me in his arms up and carried me into the downstairs spare bedroom. I hadn’t realise this is where he and my mother began their love life experiences. Then he continued to undress me. When he got to my pants they were soaking wet with the juices I had made as he kissed me and as I sucked his beautiful cock. He held them up looked and at the wetness. “I haven’t seen anyone wet their pants as much as that before. Did you cum?” “No, but that’s what you did to me. Now you know why I want you so much.” I was now naked and laying on the bed. He removed his shirt and I watched as his cock slowly hardened and became erect again. It looked beautiful. He hadn’t touched it. It was the desire he had for me evidently. I imagined he was going to take me missionary style, but instead of climbing up with me, he took my legs and pulled me around so my legs were draped over the edge of the bed. He spread them and dropped to his knees between them as I had been with him earlier. Immediately I knew he was going to go down on me, I shivered with delight imagining what was going to happen to me. My cunt was soaking wet still. I was so sexually aroused, even I could smell the musky scent emanating from my body down there. I hope he didn’t mind me being that strong. It was purely the scent of sex which had soaked my pants. I always use the bidet after I have used the toilet for either function and definitely after sex. It hadn’t been long since I had been to the toilet for a piss so it would only be my juice. He didn’t hesitate when he looked at my pubic area. Before going down on me, he said, “I think this needs a bit of a clean-up down here, there is a bit of stubble needs removing. We can look after that later as I want what is offering right now. You are really ripe and ready for this.” I made a mental note; I hadn’t done much to myself down there for a week or two, not having Tim visiting me there lately, I got lazy. My lady shaver was going to have to do some cleaning up. He used his fingers to part the puffy lips of my vulva and expose my labia, which are small and not visible unless my vulva is exposed. I was so wet, and he licked his fingers after getting them covered in my nectar. “You look and taste delightful; do you ever lick your fingers when you masturbate?” He never mentioned that my scent was a bit powerful. “Of course I do; I think every girl has at some time done that. It’s not as tasty as your cum though, I loved that.” I then felt his breath on my cunt lips and then the feeling of his tongue licking me from the bottom of my vagina to the apex where my clit was waiting anxiously for him to touch. He stopped just short of licking the little nub of my sex button. He looked up at me and I smiled as I looked down into his deep blue eyes. He then took two fingers and squeezed the sheath surrounding my clit and popped it out.

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