A father’s illness draws mother and son together, family taboo, sex stories, It was Friday night and twenty-three year old John Quinn just wasn’t in the mood for clubbing or going to the pub. It had been a hard week at the engineering factory where worked as a machine mechanic and he had decided to stay home and watch some of his favourite DVD’s.
Thanks to his good pay John was able to afford a flat in the town of Northfield, Essex. He moved there six months ago from his parent’s home that was on the side of town. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them. He just felt he needed his own space. He was very fond of his mum, Maureen. She was very kind and caring. Since his Father, Dan, had his heart attack Maureen had shown great loving care and devotion to her husband. It made John admire her all the more. It also made him feel guilty that he had moved. However he was determined to keep his independence. John always called into the house on the way home from work and always reminded his mum that he was only a phone call away.
Maureen Quinn was five feet seven. Her black curly hair was just below her shoulders. At forty-four, John thought she was very beautiful. He often wondered if she realised his secret admiration for her. Her breasts were large, round and very firm. Her legs were long and very smooth. He knew this because he often spied her as she made her way from the shower. As she walked along he could her wonderful legs as they were exposed by the robe. Both John and his parents had a very good relationship. Nothing,
However, would prepare John for the events that would occur on this night that would change that relationship forever.
The last film had just concluded and John was making his way to the kitchen to make some tea when the doorbell rang. It was eleven pm and John wasn’t expecting anyone. He sauntered slowly towards the door but picked up speed when there was a frantic, almost panic sounding banging. He was shocked when he opened it and saw who it was.
“Mum?”
“Oh thank God you’re here. I’ve never been so scared in my life,” declared Maureen as her son ushered her into his living room.
“Let me get you a drink. You look like you could do with it,” responded John as he indicated the sofa. He handed his mum the glass of brandy and she swallowed it in three gulps.
“Take it easy, Mum. That’s strong stuff,” said John anxiously. He sat beside his mother and held her close. “What is it, Mum? You’re shaking.” asked John with concern.
“I was been followed,” replied Maureen, her voice still shaking.
“What?” asked a shocked John. “I’ll call the police!” he declared with determination.
“No!” cried Maureen. She took a deep breath. “Please, John,” she begged her son.
“Mum, you’re not making any sense. What are you doing out at this hour?” asked John nervously.
Maureen gave a deep sigh before she answered. “Since your dad’s illness he’s neither had the energy or desire to, you know?…”
“Have sex?” finished John.
Maureen blushed. “He suggested that perhaps if I went to the bar in the Kingston Hotel I might get lucky and maybe meet some nice young man to fulfil my needs,” continued Maureen.
John was shocked and almost stunned into silence. “Dad suggested this?” he asked with shock clearly in his voice.
All Maureen could do was nod, nervous about how John would react.
“I think we could both do with another drink,” he responded as he poured himself one and refilled his mother’s glass.
They both sipped and put their glasses on the table.
“Oh God, you must think I’m an awful slut,” said Maureen.
John put his arms around his mum. “I’d never think that of you, Mum. I’m just shocked, that’s all. I thought I knew Dad,” he said soothingly.
“Hardly, believe me,” replied Maureen.
“So what happened tonight?” enquired John.
Again Maureen sipped her drink. “I was sitting in a cubical at the bar when this very nice looking young man, about twenty something came over. He spoke well and was very nice. We had a nice conversation. But…”
“But?” prompted John.
“He started to touch me, putting his hand up my skirt. When I pushed him away and told him to stop he looked at me real angrily. It was then I decided to leave. I rushed along the street. I’m sure he was following me. I knew you weren’t far so I made my way here. Oh John, I was never so terrified,” finished Maureen and wept bitterly.
John embraced his mother as she continued to cry on his shoulder. “It’s alright, Mum. You’re safe now,” he said soothingly.
Finally Maureen calmed down. “I’d better go,” she declared as she stood up,” wiping her eyes.
“Wait!” John said suddenly as he stood up. He held his mother’s hands. Then he sighed before speaking. “Look, there must be another way for you, Mum.” he said.
“I’d love to find it, John,” Maureen responded before turning away and picking up her bag.
“Wait a minute,” said John as he pulled his mother’s shoulder and forced her to face him. “There is an alternative,” declared John.
Maureen looked with a puzzled face at her son.
John paused and looked upwards before looking at his mother. “You’re a very attractive woman, Mum. You’re actually quite a turn on for me. You have been for a long time.”
Maureen was stunned. ‘So it was true. He was always staring at me,’ she thought.
“John, we can’t. You’re my son and more importantly, I’m your mother!” stated Maureen firmly.
“Mum, listen to me. You were very lucky tonight. You could have been seriously injured or even killed. I know what I suggested sounds crazy and it probably is, but this whole situation is unusual. At least you’ll be safe with me,” said John in a firm tone.
“But, John, what you’re suggesting is incest. It’s…”
“Well, at least sit down and relax. I’ll get you another drink and we can watch TV for awhile,” interposed John.
Maureen nodded and sat on the sofa while John switched on the TV and got the drinks. Mother and son huddled together as they watched the TV. Maureen kicked off her heels and rested her weary feet on a cushion. A little later she dozed off with her head on John’s shoulder.
***
“Hey, sleepy head wake up!” Maureen heard John’s voice as she slowly woke up and stretched. “My God, what time is it?” she asked confused.
“After midnight,” answered John.
Maureen stood up. “I’d better go,” she said.
“Is Dad expecting you home?” enquired John.
Maureen’s face reddened. “No, he probably thinks I’m in the arms of some young man at the hotel right now,” she replied in an embarrassed tone.
“It would be a shame to disappoint him,” John said with a smile.
“Please, John. I need time to think. It’s a little over my head and quite a leap,” responded his mother anxiously.
“I understand, Mum. Come on, I’ll give you a lift,” said John as he grabbed his keys.
“It’s ok, I’ll walk,” responded Maureen uneasily.
“Don’t be daft, Mum. After what nearly happened tonight you don’t think I’m letting you out of my sight, do you?” answered John firmly. “Besides, it’s only a five minute drive,” he concluded.
Maureen nodded and smiled and accepted her son’s offer.
After pulling up outside the house John turned to his mother. “Goodnight, Mum,” he said.
“Goodnight, Son and thank you,” Maureen responded as she leaned over and kissed him on his cheek.
John took his mother’s hand and kissed it. “You’re welcome, Mum, and remember, think about what we discussed. You’ll be very safe and nobody need knew,” he concluded.
Maureen put her hand affectionately to John’s face. “I’ll think about it, I promise,” she said before she alighted from John’s car and made her way to the house, giving her son one final wave before she went in.
***
For most of the next week Maureen thought nothing else but what John had suggested. She was shocked and yet she didn’t dismiss it out of hand. She thought she should be angry but wasn’t. On the contrary, she felt flattered that her son found her attractive. It explained other things too. For example Maureen had often felt the John eyed her up in an inappropriate manner. She thought it was just her imagination but now she wasn’t so sure.
John was right about one thing though. After the incident at the hotel she would never go there again. She would certainly be safe with her son. However it was because John was her son she had made up her mind on Wednesday to reject the idea. She was determined to relay this decision to John when he visited again.
On Thursday however, Maureen felt her desires resurfacing. What was worse was when John did visit that evening she didn’t see her son. She saw this desirable six feet plus hunk standing before her. Any chance or wish to say no disappeared almost as soon as Maureen opened the door to her son.
For John’s part, his mother had given no indication as to what she had decided. He decided to be patient and not push her. He knew she would make up her own mind in due course. The one thing he did notice was that despite what had happened, or because of it, His mum seemed happy in herself. She seemed to have an extra spring in her step.
That Thursday evening, after a very enjoyable visit and chat with his parents, John got up. “Well, I’d better go. I’ve got an early start in the morning. It’s good to see you looking better, Dad,” he said as he shook his father’s hand.
“Thanks for coming, Son,” replied John’s father.
Maureen got up and kissed John’s cheek. “Thanks for coming, sweetheart. I’ll see you out,” she said.
“John!” called his mother as John was about to open the door.
“Yes, Mum?” he responded as swung around.
For a moment Maureen hesitated. “About what you said last week, about, you know? Did you mean it?” she asked her son uneasily.
John took a step back towards his mother and took her hands. “Of course I did, mum. Your happiness and safety are paramount to me. Have you decided?”
Again Maureen spoke uneasily. “If we did do as you suggest we can’t do it here and I’d prefer if it wasn’t at your flat. The other thing is I’d need discretion.” concluded Maureen.
John gave a smile. “Don’t worry, Mum. I know just the place. Just say when,” he responded.
“Would tomorrow night suit?” asked Maureen in an almost childlike tone.
John smiled and then kissed his mother’s cheek. “Perfect, I’ll pick you up at nine thirty. OK?”
“Thank you, sweetheart,” replied Maureen as she stretched up to kiss her son’s cheek.
When John had left Maureen walked down the hallway and thought. She had finally taken the plunge. Would she have the courage to go through with it? Only time would tell.
***
That Friday night Maureen put the finishing touches to her makeup and looked at her reflection in her dressing table mirror. She was wearing her three quarter length pink frock. When she was satisfied she picked up her handbag and coat and went into the bedroom.
“Wow, look at you!” said Dan as he rested in the bed reading his book.
Maureen blushed and smiled shyly. “Dan, you’re sure don’t mind this?” she asked anxiously.
Dan put his book down and extended his hands. “Come here,” he said and Maureen sat beside him on the bed and they held hands. “You are a very beautiful woman just as you were all those years ago when we married. Look at me, Maureen, we both know I can’t give you what you need,” he said.
The tears began to form in Maureen’s eyes. “I do love you,” she said as she hugged her husband’s neck and wept.
“And I love you too, my dearest love. All I ask is that you be safe and happy,” responded Dan, struggling to keep his emotions in check. He broke the embrace and rubbed his wife’s eyes with a tissue. “Now, knock em dead and enjoy. See you tomorrow sometime,” declared Dan.
Maureen nodded and kissed Dan before leaving the room with her coat and handbag. She wiped another tear before opening the door.
As soon as he heard the front door close Dan picked up his mobile phone and sent a text.
Maureen crossed the road and made her way to the shopping centre car park, a few minutes away on foot where she agreed to meet John. Although it was dark she recognised his car instantly.
“You’re a knockout, Mum,” said John as he opened the passenger seat door to let his mother in.
“Thanks, sweetheart. Where are we going?” asked Maureen
“Drakesport, it’s off season and we won’t be bothered by anyone at the Seaccrest.” responded John.
Drakesport was a small fishing village ten miles from where they lived. The Seacrest Hotel did the bulk of its trade in the summer. At this time of the year it was a favourite haunt for couples, married or otherwise. The Manageress, Jean Lovett and another trusted member of staff dealt discreetly with this.
They arrived at the hotel a short time later and John parked the car around the back. When they arrived at the lobby Maureen indicated she needed to go to the ladies and John took this opportunity to speak with Jean.
When Maureen returned she found John sitting in a cubical with some drinks.
“Nervous?” asked John as he watched his mum sip her drink.
“Yes,” responded Maureen uneasily.
“No need to be. Everything will by fine, I promise.” replied John as he gently held her hand.
Maureen nodded and smiled at her son’s assurance.
“Mr Wilson?”
“Yes?” replied John as he looked up at young woman in her early twenties.
She handed him a key and smiled politely at them both.
“Thank you,” said John as the young woman departed.
“Wilson?” enquired Maureen with a grin.
“Well, it beats Smith,” responded John.
Maureen gave a hearty laugh.
“It’s good to hear you laugh Mum. Let’s have one more before we go up, said john and h ordered the same again.
They took the elevator to the second floor and eventually found the room. Switching on the light Maureen felt a little overwhelmed. “Wow, look at this,” she said as she surveyed the luxurious room accompanied by a four poster bed. She sat on the bed and bounced up and down.
John smiled and placed his jacket on the chair. Maureen put her handbag down and then put her coat in the same chair where John had placed his jacket.
For a moment they stood and faced each other. John’s six feet plus framed towered over his mother. Maureen tried to relax but in vain. “So what now?” she asked nervously.
“What do you want to do?” replied John.
“Well, we came here for one thing,” his mother answered.
John said nothing. He just smiled and then stooped down and kissed his mum.
As soon as her son’s lips touched hers the tension in Maureen was rapidly replaced by a surge of lust and desire that swept through her entire body. She wrapped her hands around John’s neck and returned his kiss with equal passion.
Maureen’s excitement continued to build when she felt the zipper of her frock slowly descend. At the same time, still kissing John and with her eyes closed, Maureen groped until she found a button in John’s shirt and began to open each of them in turn. At the same moment Maureen allowed her frock to float to the floor she eased John’s shirt from his shoulders and it too fell to the floor.
John was amazed at his mother’s white lacy low cut bra. It excited him. He eased the straps from Maureen’s shoulders and then kissed her neck, making her shudder. As he continued to kiss and lick his mother’s neck John opened her bra and it joined her discarded frock.
John turned his mother around and held her close to him. It was a strange but wonderful feeling for Maureen as her son stood behind her and held her close to his warm body. At the same time his gentle massaging of her wonderful breasts made her moan with pleasure.
“Oooh,” sighed Maureen in a prolonged moan of pleasure as John began to lick and suck her back until he reached her lacy knickers that were encased in her black tights. He rolled them down together, kissing each arse cheek as he did so.
Finally John carried his mother to the bed and gently laid her down and having ditched his remaining garments joined her. They resumed their passionate kissing until John broke away and began to lick Maureen’s bare shoulder.
His mother’s pleasure was obvious as Maureen moaned with satisfaction. It acted as a spur to John as he made his was down his mum’s near perfect body to her breasts and began to lick and suck her nipples.
“Oh my God!” cried Maureen, clearly excited by her son’s caresses. By now she had swept any reservations from her mind and simply submitted to her fantasy of a young handsome hunk ravishing her body.
“Oooh,” sighed Maureen as John made his way down her waist, Licking, sucking and nibbling as he went until he arrived at her lower body. He prised Maureen’s long smooth legs apart and began to drill past the bush that her pussy lips with his tongue and proceeded to lash her clit.
This wonderful sensation made Maureen jump as well as moan even more deeply.
“Aaah,” she sighed several times.
There was a momentary pause as John changed his position and gently inserted his hardened cock and began to pump. His movement, slow at first, picked up pace with each stroke. It wasn’t long before Maureen’s body reacted to her son’s movements and they gradually settled into a mutually satisfying rhythm.
Both mother and son’s breathing became deeper and deeper as the moments ticked by. Their moans and sighs became louder too. Finally, Maureen’s love juices started to flow and as their orgasms erupted the lovers released deep sighs of relief and satisfaction.
As they each rested on their backs and collected their thoughts their breathing finally returned to normal. John held his mother as she rested her head on his bare chest.
“Oh John, that was fantastic. It’s the best orgasm I ever had,” she said.
He kissed his mother’s head. “No regrets?” he asked
“Only that you won’t be able to cum again,” replied Maureen.
“Well, give me time,” declared John with a smile.
Maureen laughed as she continued resting on her son’s chest.
Eventually exhaustion caught up with them and they soon fell asleep nestled in each other’s arms.
***
Maureen could feel the heat of the early morning sun as the rays beamed through the window as she slowly woke up and stretched her arms. She was a little surprised when she found an empty space beside her.
“Well, good morning, Mum,” came John’s voice.
Maureen looked over to see her son fully dressed and standing at the door.
“Morning, Sweetheart,” she responded a little weakly. Maureen rubbed the dust from her eyes and stretched out her arms to her son. “Come here,” she said and hugged John. “You were so wonderful last night, John. I can’t tell you how much I really enjoyed it. Thank you,” concluded Maureen.
“Thanks, Mum. You’re pretty amazing yourself. I’ve never felt such desire from a woman. How about some breakfast? We give a good one in the dining room. We can go for a stroll around the village and take in the sea air before heading home.” asked John.
“Sounds good. Let me get showered and dressed and I’ll meet you in the dining room,” replied Maureen.
“Great,” was all John said before leaving the room.
John pulled the handbrake as he pulled up outside the house. Maureen turned to him and kissed her son. “”Thank you, sweetheart, for a wonderful night. It was really special.” she said.
“You’re more than welcome, Mum. Like I said before, you’re pretty special yourself. Until next week then?”
“Of course,” responded John’s mum who kissed her son before getting out and waving him goodbye.
So it was that mother and son engaged in their wildest sexual fantasies and desires.
***
It was some weeks later and John had just arrived home from work and felt tired and sticky. He was looking forward to a refreshing shower. As he was drying off he was surprised when the doorbell rang. He was very surprised when he saw who it was.
“Mum, Dad, It’s good to see you. Come on in,” he said as he ushered his parents into his little living room. “So what do I owe this?” he asked.
“Well, we thought we’d take you to dinner,” responded Dan.
“What are we celebrating?” asked John with a smile.
Dan looked at his wife. “He’s forgotten,” he said to her.
“Forgotten what?” asked John rather puzzled.
“Happy birthday, John,” replied Maureen as she hugged her son.
John blushed and slapped his head. “You’re right. I had quite forgotten,” he said.
“Well, get dressed and we’ll wine and dine you at the Imperial, responded Dan.
“Thanks, but there’s no need…” said John.
“It’ll be our pleasure, Son,” replied Dan.
John sighed. “Ok, give me a few minutes,” he answered.
It was while John was in his bedroom getting dressed that Maureen noticed a DVD on the table. She smiled as she read the title. She quickly hid it under the papers when John returned to the living room. It was an enjoyable night for all three.
***
On the Friday evening following his birthday John sat patiently in his car at the shopping centre car park as usual. When he saw his mother coming he was a little surprised at her appearance. She was donning a very long overcoat that reached to her ankles. His mother clearly didn’t want John to see what she wore underneath.
John kissed his mother’s cheek as she got in.
“Trust me,” said Maureen as she perceived her son’s puzzled look.
John just shook his head with a smile as he started the engine and drove to their usual hotel.
“Ah, Mrs Collins,” said the manageress as she handed Maureen a key.
“Thank you,” responded Maureen as she observed an agreed signal from her.
This wasn’t lost on John. “What are you up to, Mum?” he asked suspiciously.
“We’re going to celebrate your birthday,” responded Maureen.
“I thought we just did?” asked John.
Maureen said nothing. She just smiled as they got into the elevator to the second floor and headed to the same room they had shared for the past several weeks.
When they entered John was more than surprised when he saw a young woman in her mid twenties sitting on the bed.
“John, this Sasha. She’s here to help me celebrate your birthday,” Maureen said.
“I don’t understand…”
“Just sit and enjoy, sweetheart,” responded Maureen as she pulled Sasha gently to her feet.
The one thing he noticed about Sasha was that, like his mother, she wore a long overcoat.
John sighed and shook his head. He did as his mother suggested and sat in a chair.
“Are you ready?” Sasha asked Maureen. She simply nodded with a smile.
It was only after the women discarded their overcoats that John realised what was about to happen. Maureen and Sasha, who, in contrast to Maureen, had long blonde hair, donned identical blue business suits with matching short skirts.
Maureen and Sasha kissed each other and proceeded to strip each other garment for garment. Soon they were naked except for their black stockings.
Maureen lay down on the four poster bed and Sasha gently mounted her. The sight of these naked women kissing and licking aroused John. His cock hardened, as he imagined himself in between them. The other thing that surprised John was his mother had been wearing sexy black stockings and a skimpy thong. He licked his lips as the women’s moaning became louder.
Maureen and Sasha halted for a moment and Maureen turned to her son. “Wouldn’t you like to join us?” she asked with a smile.
John didn’t have to be asked twice as he stripped rapidly and made his way between the two of them. He was amazed at the softness of Sasha’s wonderful body as she held and caressed him as he pounded Maureen’s pussy. When his cum and Maureen’s orgasm exploded, mother and son gave sigh of relief and deep satisfaction. Sasha positioned herself into a sixty-nine position with Maureen and began to lick furiously with her tongue and Maureen copied her actions.
John, meanwhile, began to lick Sasha’s back and made his way down her body. Finally, as the women orgasmed, John once again got between them. He kissed them both and held them lovingly in each of his arms. Feeling the warmth of their bodies beside him excited John even more. However, he, like the women was exhausted and soon all three were asleep hugged together tightly.
***
It was already bright when John woke up. Maureen was lying on the bed beside him wearing a silk dressing gown. “Good Morning,” she said.
“Morning,” responded John, sounding a little groggy as he looked around.
“She’s gone,” said his mother, guessing he was looking for Sasha. “Did you enjoy last night?” continued Maureen.
“Very much. Did you?” replied John.
“Absolutely, it was fun,” answered Maureen with a smile.
“How did you know?” enquired John curiously.
“When you dad and I visited you for your birthday I found one of you DVD’s on the table ‘Mum’s Office Seduction’ wasn’t it? So I thought I’d bring that fantasy to life for your birthday.” responded Maureen with a grin.
John blushed. “You’re full of surprises, Mum. I’d never had you down as someone who liked women.”
Maureen laughed. “Well, when I was in college I had a brief fling. This brought it all back to me,” she explained.
John pulled his mother towards him and kissed her. “Thanks, Mum,” he said gratefully.
He got out of the bed. “I better shower before breakfast,” he said and made his way to the shower. “Where are you going?” asked John as he perceived his mother following him.
“I need a shower too. I’ll scrub your back!” replied Maureen as if offering an incentive to let her join him.
“Only if you let me scrub yours,” was John’s reply with a grin.
“It’s a deal,” responded Maureen as she discarded her robe and once again displayed her near flawless body to her son.
As the jets of steamy water sprayed around them Maureen released a scream as John began to tickle and play with her.
***
As the weeks wore on into months John and Maureen’s relationship grew even stronger. Also at the back of John’s mind was his father’s health was slowly deteriorating. He knew also all too well that it was only a matter of time that he would receive that dreaded phone call.
It came while John was maintaining one of the machines on the factory floor. With his earplugs and the general noise in the factory he couldn’t hear anything. He felt a hand tap his shoulder. John turned to see it was Alex Norton, the floor supervisor who pointed to Jenny Lomax, the secretary who signalled in turn that there was a phone call for him. It was Maureen telling him in tears that Dan had had another suspected heart attack and was rushed to the hospital.
Not bothering to change, John jumped into his car still in his overalls and drove as fast as he could to the hospital. On his arrival he saw the forlorn figure of his mother seated.
“Mum?” he cried out.
Maureen ran to her son and hugged. “Oh John, what have we done?” she cried.
A few moments later a man in surgical dress who was perhaps in his mid forties appeared and introduced himself. “I’m so sorry, Mrs Quinn. We did everything we could,” he said.
“Noo!” cried Maureen as John held her. “It’s alright, Mum. It’s alright,” repeated John as he lovingly held his mother. “Let’s get you home,” he finished. He turned to the doctor. “Thank you, Doctor. If it’s alright with you I’ll take care of the necessary details tomorrow.
“Of course, and once again my sincerest sympathy,” said the doctor as he shook John’s hand and gave Maureen a gentle pat on her shoulder.
For the next few days that led up to the funeral John stayed with his mother. Although they slept together during that period they never made love. They were neither in the mood or for some reason it didn’t seem right.
***
One the day of the funeral Maureen stood erect and dignified, supported by John, as each member of the congregation expressed their condolences. There was a reception afterwards and it was late evening when John drove his mum home.
Maureen gripped her son’s arm tightly. “Please John, don’t let me on my own tonight,” she begged in a panic stricken voice.
John hugged his mother. “I have no intention of leaving on your own, Mum. I’m here for as long as you want me,” he responded.
When they were in the living room John turned to Maureen. “You look tired, Mum. Why don’t you have a lie down and I’ll bring you up a cup of tea later?” he said.
“Thank you, dear. I think I’ll do that. Don’t let me sleep too long,” she instructed before giving John a peck on the cheek and made her way up to bed.
Maureen lay on her bed for a long time in deep thought. She dosed several times but didn’t really sleep. After a few hours John knocked at the door. “Mum, are you awake?” he asked.
Maureen swung her long legs and sat up on the bed. “Yes, sweetheart,” was Maureen’s reply.
The door opened and John walked in and handed his mother a cup of tea.
“Thank you dear,” she said before taking a sip.
“Did you sleep?” asked John.
“Not really. In truth I was just thinking,” responded Maureen.
“About Dad?” asked John.
Maureen gave a sigh. “In a way, yes,” she replied
John gave his mother a puzzled look.
Maureen took her son’s hand and gave a slight squeeze. “John, there’s something I have to tell you. It isn’t easy and I really don’t know how you’re going to react,” she said.
John took his mother’s hand. “Look, Mum, after all we’ve been through I think you can trust me,” he said in an assuring tone.
Maureen nodded and then spoke. “What we have between us is very special and I love you very much. I wouldn’t nor do I want to change that. But…” Maureen paused.
“But?” prompted John.
Maureen sighed deeply. “You see, your father knew about us. Oh please, don’t be angry with me John. He wiggled it out of me and after recovering from the shock he made me swear not to tell you. I guess he was so sick that he didn’t object.” finished Maureen uneasily.
John stared at his mother for a few seconds.
The silence deafening for Maureen. “Well, say something, John. Don’t just stare at me,” demanded his mother.
What happened next took Maureen completely by surprise as her son exploded in uncontrollable laughter. She sat on the face blank faced as John continued to laugh loudly. “What did I say? What’s so funny, John?” she asked, not at all feeling amused.
“Oh, Mum, you have no idea, do you?” said John as his laughter slowly wore off.
“I don’t understand. Why are you laughing?” asked Maureen.
John took his mum’s hand and kissed it. “Oh, Mum. I’m afraid we’ve both been victims of Dad’s sense of humour,” he said as he finally brought his laughter under control.
“You’ve lost me,” responded Maureen, still puzzled by John’s reaction.
John took a deep breathe and turned to Maureen. “Mum, think back to the night you arrived at my door in panic. You thought someone was following, remember?” he said.
Maureen nodded. I’ll never forget it as long as I live,” responded Maureen.
“Well, the following day I visited Dad while you were shopping. I intended to give him a piece of my mind for putting you in danger but I found I just didn’t have the heart to do it. Instead, I made the same suggestion I made to you and like you he was shocked at the idea at first but warmed to it when I pointed out the advantages of your safety, security and privacy. He agreed to it on the proviso that I wouldn’t tell you either,” concluded John.
Maureen was stunned. “You mean your father played us off against each other?” she asked, still clearly shocked at this revelation.
“So it seems. I told you, Mum. I thought I knew him,” replied John.
“Well, I was married to him for over twenty years. How do you think I feel? That crafty old devil.” was all Maureen could say.
Again John laughed. “You know, Mum? I wouldn’t be surprised if somehow he was here now and smiling at us with that sly grin of his,” he said.
Maureen laughed for the first time. “Well, I hope he is. I think we should give him a show,” she replied and stood up and pulled John up to stand beside her.
John kissed his mother passionately before turning her around. As he stood behind her and began to kiss his mother’s neck. At the same time he began to massages her wonderful breasts through her black blouse.
“Oh, John, I just love when you do that,” she declared with a sigh.
While still massaging Maureen’s left breast, John used the right hand to slowly open her blouse.
Maureen put her hand to the zipper of her black skirt and after pulling it down, allowed the loosened garment to slip to the floor. As her blouse fell fully open Maureen simply eased it from her shoulders and allowed it to join her discarded skirt.
“Oooh,” moaned Maureen as her son continued to massage her breast through her black low cut lacy bra and at the same time kiss and nibble her neck. This made Maureen shudder with excitement.
John slipped down the shoulder straps of Maureen’s bra and began to lick and suck her bare shoulders and the back of her neck, much to his mother’s obvious pleasure. As soon as John unclipped his mother’s bra he swung around swiftly removed it and tossed it to the floor before engulfing one of her breasts with his mouth.
“Oh my God, John,” moaned Maureen as John began to lick and suck her nipple. He had the same affect as he worked on his mother’s other breast.
Maureen continued moaning as John made his way down her waist, licking and sucking as he went until he finally reached the rim of his Mother’s black tights and proceeded to roll them down along with her knickers.
Maureen willingly stepped out of them before her son gently carried her to the bed and eased her on to it.
John stripped rapidly before joining his mother and gently mounting her near flawless body. He resumed his passionate kissing of his mother. As he moved to Maureen’s neck and bare shoulder she could feel the excitement build inside her. What Maureen really enjoyed though was the movement of John’s body as it caressed hers as he moved down.
“Aaah,” moaned as John began to circle her breast with his tongue. The circular movement continued until he finally arrived at the summit and played with her hardened nipple.
“Oh my God,” sighed Maureen several times as John continued his wonderfully arousing work on her breast.
As he dived into the deep gorge between his mother’s breasts and began to work on her left Maureen released a slight yell of pleasure. Her entire body began to shiver with delight and John moved down her waist, licking, sucking and nibbling as he went.
“Oooh,” repeated Maureen several times.
When John finally arrived at his mother’s lower body he gently prised her long and smooth legs apart and invading her pussy with his tongue he proceeded to work very expertly on Maureen’s clit, once again to her very great pleasure as her sighs and moans became even louder and more regular.
Slowly, Maureen’s love juices began to gather. John’s tongue was swiftly replaced by his cock that he gently inserted through her pussy lips and began to pump. His speed began to pick up with each stroke. Maureen’s body also began to react and it wasn’t long before they settled into a very satisfying rhythm.
As the moment’s passed John and Maureen’s breathing became deeper. They could feel their orgasms build but battled hard to prolong the wonderful sensation continued to grow. Eventually however, nature took over and their orgasms exploded forth leaving them breathless and gasping for air.
After a moment or two of collecting her thoughts, Maureen, who was resting her head on her son’s chest, spoke. “Oh, John, you’re so wonderful. Please, don’t ever leave me,” she begged.
John held his mother close to him. “I’ll never leave you, Mum, I promise. “I love you so much,” he declared.
Maureen kissed her son and smiled. “And I love you too, sweetheart. Truly, I do,” she said before resting on her son’s chest.
It wasn’t long before they fell asleep cradling each other.
Not long after John moved back to the house permanently. To the outside world Maureen and John Quinn were Mother and son but for them both it was much deeper than that, especially for Maureen who felt she had found a new love.
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