Jeff Middleton is nineteen years old and I lives in the North of England, near Manchester, with his mother Joan. His father died four years ago but he and his mother are doing ok and making the best of things. He's starting to go out more now he feels his mother is coping ok.
On this night he’d fallen asleep drunk while watching incest porn. His mother came into his room the next morning as she always did when she knew he’d been chaotic the night before; falling about and talking nonsense. Eventually she persuaded him to go to bed.
On that morning the hangover had given him a huge erection, which wasn't unusual for Jeff. Normally he would just lay back and jerk it off but on this occasion he'd heard his mother's knock. He quickly pulled a sheet over his throbbing cock, though it was a pretty obvious tent pole, which he knew she'd notice.
“You were in a mess last night, sweetheart; how’s your head?”
She propped him up and fed him coffee, as she did most mornings. His mum was amazing; she was his best pal, always, through thick and thin. She’d had a rotten time with his dad’s illness and because of that, he loved her dearly and tried to give her special care.
“I’m ok, mum, I’m fine. Thanks for the coffee.”
“I’m dying to ask you about that thing you were watching on your laptop. Motherlust wasn’t it? What's that all about? It sounds naughty.”
“Not really Ma, just a bit of porn that comes on sometimes. Don’t really know.”
“Well, as it was still running this morning I watched some of it before you woke up. It’s a site about sons having sex with their mothers isn’t it?”
“Yeah sort of, I don’t really know, I haven’t watched it.”
“C'mon spill the beans, of course you've watched it.”
His mother was always very straight to the point; she didn't fuck around.
“Do you find it embarrassing to talk about?" she said.
“I suppose I do. With you, that is. But that’s natural, isn’t it?”
She thought about it for a moment, then said, “I suppose, but if it’s a thing that really goes on, there’s no reason we shouldn’t talk about it.”
“But aren't you concerned where it might take us?”
“How?” said Joan.
“Well, if we’re actually talking about sex between a mother and son, it could be us… us having sex…together.”
Joan was perplexed. “Yes, obviously, although that’s a bit of a leap. We were talking generally but, theoretically, yes, I suppose it could be about us. Who did you think we were talking about?”
That exchange had given Jeff an even more serious hard-on. Joan was completely unabashed and Jeff was shocked!
“So does it really go on, you know, mums and sons?” she went on.
“Sure it does,” he said. “A few of my friends have had sex with their mums, and do have regularly. It's no big deal to them; mostly the mothers are divorced, but not always.
“Are you sure it's not just boy talk,” she said, “you know, boys bravado and vivid imaginations?”
“Maybe some, yeah, but not many, it's a real thing. One guy has pictures of him and his mum together, you know, doing it. It’s not always mums, sometimes sisters too, even mums and sisters together. Thing’s away from the public eye are pretty full on these days, Ma.”
“My god,” said Joan, “where have I been all this time?”
She was clearly in shock, he could tell by her face. But he knew she wasn't disgusted, just kind of disappointed in herself that she was so naive.
Jeff's mum is no prude. When he was young, parties were a regular thing in the house and Joan would really enjoy herself. He recalled there would be arguments later because his dad hadn't much cared for her flirty behaviour. He also remembered hearing them fucking regularly. Not one to hold back, “Fuck me, baby, fuck me, get to me, that’s it, get me, fuck me,” was her regular cry!
Joan is a good looking woman and Jeff had no problem jerking off to her. She had particularly great nipples which she made little effort to conceal and which featured highly in his wank fantasies!
A few days later, Joan brought the subject up again, she'd clearly been dwelling on it. They were enjoying a drink after dinner.
“You're not going out tonight, sweetheart?” she said.
“I thought I'd stay in with you, just for a change. I miss our chats.” The real reason, of course, was Jeff had a feeling the family sex thing might come up again…and he was right!
“I was thinking about the mother-and-son thing. So taking our conversation to its logical conclusion, you’ve been thinking about us having sex?”
Jeff’s first instinct was to deny it, but for some reason he didn’t, far from it. "Yes, of course, all the time, actually.”
“Really?” she said. "Oh, do tell, this is getting good.”
“Sex between us? Absolutely, I think you're hot.”
“Thank you, kind sir. I know I’m fishing for compliments but why?
“Well, you’re pretty, you’ve kept your figure. You’re just hot, Ma. When you wear your nightie, those nipples…my god.”
She blushed. “Your dad used to love them; he spent a whole lot of time on them. So when you’re thinking about us, do you get an erection?”
“Of course.” There was an obvious question coming down the track. He knew it was coming and sure enough…
“So… have you got one now?”
It was a question that any other time would have completely floored him, but now that they were really into it, actually talking about having sex together. So it was incredibly liberating for him to just answer completely honestly.
“Now you come to mention it… yes, I have.”
“How interesting,” said Joan. “How very interesting. Can I see?”
She leaned forward and placed her hand on his groin and began to trace out the contours of his erection.
“Mmm, I see what you mean.” She was trying to remain cool but her voice was cracking
now. ”Is this good?” She said.
Jeff thought he might pass out! It was dawning on both of them that they'd passed the moment of no return. She slipped her hand into his shorts and grasped his shaft, pulling on it gently as she spoke.
“Are you ok with this baby? Just relax. Don’t be nervous. If we’re going to play, that’s all it is, no big deal. By the way, you have a gorgeous cock.”
She kissed him gently on the lips and stroked his face. “You’re a gorgeous boy, I love you.” Then she kissed him again, this time longer, a different kind of kiss, squeezing his cock tighter as they kissed. She moved her hands to his face, holding it as her tongue flicked into his mouth and he responded with his. His cock was raging as the kissing got more intense. He instinctively moved a hand over her breast and felt her gasp.
