"I have heard the mitigation from your barrister concerning your relative youth and the impact that the loss of your father had on you at a young age. But, you are an adult, eighteen years old, and you stood to gain more than one hundred thousand pounds from the proceeds of your crime. Considering that you knowingly took possession of the stolen mobile phones and stored them in your mother's garage with the intention of them being sold, the sentence which I impose upon you, Leo Yorke, for the offence of handling stolen goods, is three years' imprisonment, with a minimum term of eighteen months."
Sentencing Remarks from His Honour Judge Kelvin QC
It had always just been Leo and I ever since we lost his dad. We were like a mum-son team in everything that we did. He encouraged me to get on at work and pay off the mortgage; I encouraged him to study hard and go out with his friends like any other teenager. I just hadn't realised that his 'friends' were actually criminals. And, I had to accept, Leo was one too. As much as I loved him and always wanted the best for him, there was no denying that he'd done it. So I'd left him in police custody that day, looking an impossibly fresh-faced eighteen year old in an old suit of his dad's that was too big.
When I collected him eighteen months later, he'd grown into the suit. Everything about Leo the nineteen-year-old was sharper and harder; his hair was cut short; he'd lost all his childish puppy fat; even his voice seemed heavy with the weight of what he'd done.
"Hi Mum," he said, looking down at me before pulling me into a one-armed hug.
"Hi baby," I replied, my voice muffled by his chest. When he let me go, I pushed my auburn hair back into place behind my ear and smiled at him. He'd inherited his dad's dark hair, and I reached up to brush my hand over the bristles.
"Come on, don't embarrass me," Leo grinned, batting my hand away.
"I can't ruffle your hair any more," I pouted. "Are you going to let it grow back?"
"I quite like it short," he told me as we walked to the car. "Easier to wash, and I'm used to how it looks now."
"It makes you look older," I told him, looking at him again, hardly able to believe that here he was. My son. Returning to me. Even if he could pass for twenty-five.
"Is that such a bad thing? I always had a baby face," he said.
"Maybe not. You look handsome," I told him, and he rolled his eyes.
"Great: a compliment from my mum."
I drove him home to the house he'd grown up in, where I'd done my best to leave everything as he'd left it. It had been frustrating to have to mow the lawn on my own, admittedly, and it didn't look as good as when he'd done it. But otherwise it was the same old house, and Leo looked at it with nostalgia.
"You haven't moved anything in my bedroom, have you?" he joked as we went inside.
"I haven't touched it. Except to dust and vacuum, of course."
He gave me another unexpected hug as I closed the front door. "Thanks, Mum. I appreciate you being there for me."
"Of course," I said, hugging him back tightly. "I'll always be here for you." He let go of me and I smiled. "Take yourself upstairs. I'll put the kettle on."
"No, let me do the tea. You're the one who's been working hard."
"I'm not going to say no to that! I'm just going to have a quick shower if you don't mind?"
"I'll have the tea waiting for you."
I walked upstairs, pausing near the top to look back at him and reassure myself that it was really him. When I did, he seemed to be looking at my bum, lost in thought. He snapped out of it and dashed off to the kitchen and I put it out of my mind. It was probably just overwhelming for him to be home at last.
My hair was pinned up in a clasp while I showered but there was always so much of it that some strands worked their way loose and got wet. My roots were getting dark, too, and I needed them touching up. But I thought I looked relatively good for forty; I took good care of my skin, and my tits had never been especially big so they weren't suffering from the effects of gravity too much. My arse, which had always been my best feature, still looked good in a tight pair of jeans and I'd had no shortage of male attention over the years. But I'd prioritised Leo, and thought that he was better off without a disruptive replacement father. Looking back, maybe I was wrong.
I wrapped my towel around my waist and wrung out the wettest bits of my hair before opening the bathroom door and heading for my bedroom to get dressed. But Leo's room was right opposite the bathroom and he was standing in the doorway; he saw my bare tits before I had a chance to wrap my arm around them.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, baby," I said, watching him blush and stare furiously at the carpet. "I'm so used to having the house to myself, I just didn't think."
"It's fine," he said awkwardly.
"They're nothing you haven't seen before, anyway," I joked, shuffling off to my bedroom. "Is the tea ready?"
"Downstairs," he said, glancing after me.
I was annoyed with myself: today was supposed to be a great day with him finally getting back and I'd already stuck my foot in it. Well, I'd make it up to him with dinner. He'd always loved shepherd's pie, right from when he was a child, and I reckoned a homemade one made with his mother's love would be cure enough for all the ills in his life.
He changed out of the suit and into more comfortable clothes while I began the meal prep, peeling and boiling the potatoes and mashing them with butter before moving onto the filling.
"Smells amazing," he said, coming into the kitchen.
"It's nice to have someone to cook for again," I admitted, dicing a carrot. "Shepherd's pie suit you?"
His face lit up. "That sounds incredible. I haven't eaten any good food in so long."
I smiled. "Well, I'll let you know when it's ready."
He leant across behind me and I saw his hand reaching out for the pan of mash, a finger outstretched.
"Not until it's ready!" I chastised him, using my hip to push him backwards and away while my hands were busy.
"Just a mouthful!" he said, laughing, trying to reach past me.
"No!"
Instead of giving in, he tried harder, his body arching over the top of mine as he tried to get a taste of the potato. I pushed myself back, laughing at the situation and at his desperate efforts to reach just another inch. "Come on, Mum, one bite won't hurt," he said.
"I mean it, Leo. It'll taste much better when I'm finished," I said, giving up on cutting any more carrot while I held him at bay. With one final effort, I pushed my bum into him to make him move backwards, but when I did, I felt a hard rod lodge firmly between my arse cheeks.
We both froze and the laughter stopped. I was still processing the undeniable fact that my son had an erection which was currently pressed into me when he sprang backwards and stood on the other side of the kitchen.
"I'm sorry," he began as I turned to face him.
"No, it's okay," I reassured him. He looked embarrassed and I could tell he meant what he said.
"It's just... it's been such a long time with no women around, and, well, I suppose my body's confused, or something," he explained.
"I completely understand, Leo," I said sympathetically. "Don't worry about it. These things happen."
"Thanks, Mum."
He hurried away and I went back to my carrot, cutting it up more thoughtfully now. It hadn't even occurred to me that after so long away from women it would make sense that he was horny. Rubbing against him like that, well, it was always going to trigger an unwanted reaction for him. Especially after the shower incident. I needed to be more careful and considerate of him.
"So you have to complete a study qualification?" I asked him as we ate the shepherd's pie.
Leo was obviously relishing the food and had demolished the entire plate. He was giving himself seconds as he replied. "Yeah, I started it when I was inside. It's about bookkeeping, so hopefully once I've finished it I should be able to get a decent job."
"That sounds really good," I told him, smiling. "I'm pleased to hear you're applying yourself like that."
"They told me all about how to avoid getting into more trouble when I was released. Having something to study, or a job, really helps."
"Well, if there's anything I can do to help, let me know."
He nodded, inhaling the mashed potato again. When he'd cleaned that portion too, he looked at me.
"Are you back at work tomorrow?"
I nodded. "Yes; will you be alright here on your own?"
"'Course. I've got my study stuff. And I'll probably have a lie-in."
"You've earned it," I said, reaching across the table and squeezing his hand. "I'm just so glad you're finally home, baby."
"Me, too, Mum," he said, smiling back.
Returning to the normal world of work meant putting Leo out of my head the next day, but on the way home I went via the supermarket to get him something which might help.
"How was your day?" I asked, standing in his bedroom doorway. He was sitting at his desk, which he'd used for his school studies before... Well, before.
"Okay. Finding it hard to focus on studying, so I mostly relaxed," he said. "How about your day?"
"It was fine, baby. Look, I know we've had a couple of... embarrassing moments since you got back, so I got you these," I said, putting the items down on his bed. It was a tube of lotion, a box of extra-large tissues and a magazine called Busty British Babes Volume 7.
"Mum!" he said, embarrassed.
"I know most guys your age probably use the internet, but since you haven't got a phone or laptop yet I thought... it might help a bit," I explained. "I'll leave you to it."
I left the room and was about to close the door behind me when I paused. I turned and looked at him again, and he was still sitting at the desk, stunned.
"Um..." It was my turn to blush slightly. I pointed to the magazine. "Page fifteen." Then I left, closing the door, and went downstairs to make dinner.
Page fifteen was a full-length shot of a blonde-haired, blue-eyed young lady, probably about Leo's age, in a red dress and red lipstick. She'd pulled down the front of her dress to expose her big, soft tits, with light pink nipples. They were the kind of tits I'd occasionally wished I'd had when I was younger, before I knew better. I'd had a surreptitious flick through the magazine in the car and this girl had stood out to me. She was very pretty but, even though I was his mum and was clearly biased, I thought Leo might be able to find a girl like her. He was handsome and kind and smart, when he wasn't trying to get rich quick.
Leo didn't say much during dinner but volunteered to wash up after, so I left him to it and took the clothes out of the dryer. When I took the laden washing basket upstairs to put them away, I noticed his bedroom door was open and the magazine was on the bed, open. I didn't mean to snoop, but I thought that if he'd really wanted it to be kept a secret, he could have shut the door. And anyway, all I was curious about was whether he liked the blonde girl. I put down the basket and went into his room quietly.
It wasn't open to the blonde girl's page; instead it was on a two-page spread of an older woman, lying on her back on a sunlounger somewhere sunny, wearing a skimpy black bikini. The top had been pulled out of the way so that her big tits spilt out, and she had one hand suggestively on her thigh, close to her bikini bottoms. It was a sexy picture, but I was surprised that Leo preferred it. Maybe he just liked the fact that it was a two-page picture. Or maybe he preferred redheads; the woman in the picture had hair a similar colour to mine, spread out on the lounger around her head. He'd definitely enjoyed the picture, because the top was off the lotion tube and there were tissues in the bin.
I left the room and resumed putting the washing away, thinking nothing of it. It was only when I was done and passed his bedroom again that the thought occurred to me.
Was it a coincidence that the woman in the picture looked, if you squinted a bit and ignored her huge breasts, a bit like... me?
When I got up the next morning and went downstairs for coffee and breakfast, I could hear that Leo was up too. I was just pouring my coffee when he came into the kitchen, only wearing boxer shorts.
"Good morning, baby," I said, and he rubbed his face sleepily.
"Morning, Mum," he replied. "Is there some bread for toast?"
"I'll get a couple of slices out of the freezer for you," I said, going over to the fridge-freezer and bending down to get them.
When I handed them to him, there was a tent in his underwear. But I was relaxed about it. He was a man: if I made a big fuss every time his dick was hard, it would cause problems. And anyway, men always had a hard-on in the morning, it was a fact of life.
"Are you planning to study today?" I asked when he'd put the bread into the toaster.
"I'll try. I'm finding it hard to really focus now I'm out," he said.
"What's the problem, do you think? Can I help?"
He leant against the kitchen counter. Shirtless, I could see the outline of the muscles on his chest. He'd really changed since I'd last seen him all that time ago, and he looked much more like a man than the teenage boy I'd expected.
"I'm not sure you can help. It's just... before prison, I used to have friends, go out all the time, meet girls. Now, I don't want to do that because I know it's bad for me. But it's all I can think about."
I gave him a smile and sipped my coffee. "Those things will come back in time. You don't have to lock yourself in your bedroom forever."
"I know. But it's an adjustment."
"You're right. If I could magic you up a girlfriend, I would," I told him, my smile turning a bit more teasing.
He laughed. "If you could work on that, it would be great, thanks."
The toast popped up and he turned to get it.
"I'm going to go and get ready for work, but there's some coffee in the pot if you want it," I told him.
After a quick shower, I dried myself in the bathroom and put on my bra and knickers for work. Assuming he was still downstairs eating, I chanced a dash across the landing to my bedroom, but he was just going into his room with his plate of toast. The moment he saw me in my underwear, the front of his shorts began to move.
"Baby," I said, a little exasperated as he blushed. "We can't keep having this problem."
"I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were coming out," he said.
"I'm just wearing ordinary underwear. I can't walk around the house fully dressed all the time."
He looked apologetic and I took a deep breath. I was overreacting. I'd told myself I would be relaxed about these things.
"It's my fault," I told him. "Sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. But, those knickers suit you. That's all."
I smiled despite myself. They were dark blue bikini briefs, nothing special, but I liked the compliment. I turned on the spot, looking down at them.
"Thank you, Leo."
He smiled and went into his room, and I went into mine. There: proof that these interactions didn't need to be awkward and uncomfortable. He just liked my knickers, that was all. Nothing unusual about that.
Before I put on my other clothes, though, I paused. Then I pushed the knickers down my legs, stepped out of them, and picked them up. They looked even more ordinary when I wasn't wearing them. Carefully I folded them into a neat square and put them on my dressing table, then got a different pair out of the drawer to wear.
"I'm going to work now. See you later," I told him through his bedroom door as I went past.
"See you later," he said, sounding distracted. I hoped he'd finally got his head into his books.
When I got downstairs to the kitchen table, I put the folded knickers on it. Then I found a pen and left him a note.
Enjoy! x
All day at work I wondered if I had done the right thing. But the more I thought about it, the more sure I became: he was just pent up. A few fun experiences and he'd be fine. I'd give him a whole pile of my underwear if that kept him happy. I could even go out and buy him some; he'd probably have more fun wanking with skimpy thongs or lacy knickers than my boring ones. It really didn't mean that much.
When I got home, he was in his room and sounded busy, so I left him to work. He'd cleaned the kitchen while I was gone, which I appreciated, and it looked like he'd run the vacuum round. The knickers were gone, though. Clearly he'd appreciated them.
I went upstairs to get changed and noticed that my bedroom door, which I usually left open, was closed. Maybe he'd closed it when he was vacuuming, I thought. But when I went in, I noticed a small patch of dark blue on the bed. They were my knickers. And when I went to pick them up, my heart began to pound and my mouth went dry.
They were soaked in cum.
It was unmistakeable; it had been some years since I'd last been around a man's cum but you didn't forget it in a hurry. He'd either produced quite a big load of cum or he'd used the knickers more than once, because they were really covered. He'd folded them so the dryest part was on the bed, but the rest... This was Leo's cum. And he'd given them back to me deliberately. He wanted me to have them like this.
All my prior assumptions began to crumble. Had he been thinking about me all along? Or had he misinterpreted my gesture of leaving him the knickers? Whatever had happened, clearly he thought I was interested in him, sexually. That I wanted him to cum in my knickers and return them. My son's cum. Tentatively, I touched the tip of my finger to a spot where it had pooled. It stuck to my finger. I wiped it off again. I really shouldn't. It was wrong.
I put the knickers on my dressing table and got changed into my comfy clothes, thinking about what to make for dinner. I could talk to him while we ate. Let him know it was a misunderstanding. Explain that he could use my underwear if he wanted but that I wasn't interested in seeing what he did to them.
But when we sat down to eat, Leo surprised me.
"I've had a really good day studying," he said enthusiastically. "Today's been the first day I could really focus and concentrate. I've got loads done."
"Oh, that's wonderful, baby!" I said happily. "I'm so pleased."
He smiled. "A few more days like this and I'll have completed the course. Then I can apply for some jobs, start earning. I need to pay you for bills and rent and things like that."
"Don't worry about that. I saved up while you were away," I reassured him.
"I want to, Mum. I really want to show you that I can do it."
I was so happy that I didn't mention anything about the knickers. Perhaps they were what had helped him to study, and I didn't want to ruin that for him with my own hang-ups.
He volunteered to wash up again and I went upstairs, unable to stop thinking about the situation. The knickers were still on my dressing table. I looked at them again, noticing that some areas were already beginning to dry. They smelt like cum; strong and masculine. Scents I hadn't had in my life for so long. I didn't know why, but the mixture of the feminine underwear and masculine cum was... alluring. I liked the fact that he'd given them to me. It was like he was showing the effect they had on him. Or was it the effect I had on him?
I closed the door firmly and took off my trousers. Then I took off my knickers and folded them. Then, slowly and carefully, I picked up the cum-soaked knickers, spread them out, and pulled them on.
The moment that they slid into place, snug against my pussy and my arse, was unbelievably intense. Powerful arousal surged through me, unlike anything I'd felt before. My son's cum was touching me. I'd done something completely wrong. But I loved it.
Immediately I laid down on the bed and began to touch myself through the material of the knickers. My pussy was wet and I rubbed my clit, mingling my wetness with his cum. Still through the material, I pushed two fingers firmly into my pussy, stretching the knickers, pushing his cum into me. It was so, so wrong to do this. So why was it turning me on so much? What was wrong with me? I didn't care, though, and I went back to rubbing my clit, pressing hard against my fingers, using my other hand to rub his cum into my skin, smearing it across my pussy. I bit back a moan, squeezing my eyes closed, the sensations stronger now I wasn't distracted by looking. With a huge rush of release, I orgasmed, my back arching and my fingers rubbing over my clit in a blur.
Then I stopped and caught my breath. It was the best orgasm I'd had in years. I couldn't believe it.
I took the knickers off again and used some wipes to clean his cum off me. Then I changed into my pyjamas, wanting to feel completely clean. I brushed my hair so I wouldn't look like I'd just been writhing on the bed, masturbating. Then I put the cum-soaked knickers into the laundry basket. But, before I left, I picked up the pair I'd been wearing all day, still neatly folded. And when I passed Leo's empty room, I put them on his pillow.
Leo was awake before I was the next day, and when I saw me come into the kitchen in my pyjamas, his cock began to get hard in his underwear. I pretended I hadn't noticed.
"Sleep well?" I asked, picking up the kettle.
"Really well," he said, buttering his toast.
"Great. Ready for another busy day of study?"
"Absolutely."
I smiled and put the kettle to boil. Leo came up behind me and hugged me, his arms around my waist, his cock pressing into my arse. But I felt more sober this morning and, despite what I'd done last night, I needed to stay in control. I turned around but he kept his arms around me.
"Thanks for helping me to concentrate," Leo said, looking down at me.
"It's no problem. My pleasure," I said, looking up at him, trying not to think about his underwear and the erection pushing into my tummy.
His hands slipped down to my arse and brushed over it. For a moment I wanted him to grab me there and hold me, but it passed and I carefully stepped away from him. "Coffee?"
"Okay, sounds good."
All day at work, there was one thought going round and round in my head.
I think Leo wants to fuck me.
It was so dirty and wrong to think it. But it seemed like it was true. He got hard when I walked into the room. He'd cum in my knickers. He'd touched my arse in a definitely sexual way. And I'd liked it. I liked the attention and the reaction he had to me. It felt good to be able to help take care of his needs. But I knew this wasn't the right way to do it. He needed to find a girlfriend and a proper sexual outlet. I shouldn't be encouraging him, no matter whether I secretly wanted it. I resolved that I'd talk to him that evening. Explain what was happening and get us on the right track.
When I came through the front door, he was just coming out of the bathroom.
"Good day?" I called up the stairs.
"Yeah, really good. I'll come straight down."
I hung up the car keys on the hook and went through to the kitchen. I could see he'd tidied up again.
"Thanks for cleaning up," I said as he came into the room, turning to face him.
But he was faster and hugged me from behind again, his arms strong, holding my waist. His cock was already pushing into me, getting hard, but I stuck to my resolve.
"Baby, we need to talk about this," I said firmly. But then he began pushing his cock into me rhythmically, only gently but very noticeably. And it felt good. Really good. So good that a moan escaped me before I could clamp my mouth shut.
That only encouraged him. His firm hands left my waist and found the fastening of my trousers. I didn't have the will to stop him as he undid them and pushed them down over my hips to my thighs. His cock pushed against my knickers and he did something behind me that I couldn't see. A moment later his cock was back, pushing firmly, and I gasped when I realised it wasn't covered. Leo's bare cock was rubbing against my knickers.
"Baby... we shouldn't," I said, trying to go back to what I was going to say.
"I know," he replied in a low, sexual voice, almost growling at me. Just that noise made me wet. The sound of a man who wanted me.
After that, I couldn't stop myself. He stopped rubbing himself on me because I was doing the moving: lifting my arse and my hips so I could rub myself on him. I moaned again, gripping the counter hard, my head down. He grunted, holding my waist again, his cock firm and insistent behind me. I moved faster, rubbing hard, angling to try and get him to push into me even better, the pressure against my pussy and arse feeling incredible.
"Mum, fuck," Leo said and I went faster still, tipping my head back, moaning loud so it filled the kitchen.
With a few jerks and the feeling of his fingers digging into me, he came. His cum shot up my back, warm splashes soaking into my hair and my shirt. Then he relaxed his grip and I lay forward, supporting my weight with my arms, my legs weak, panting.
Leo caressed my arse gently with his hands, but when his fingers strayed towards my pussy between my legs, I stood up abruptly.
"I'm going to shower and then make dinner," I told him, pulling up my trousers.
"Okay," he said, looking a little surprised. Our eyes met for a moment and I recognised the deep brown eyes he'd got from me, which made this all feel even more wrong. I went away quickly, climbing the stairs, trying to put it out of my mind. But I couldn't. He was all I could think about.
Clearly we couldn't continue like this. Something was going to happen and I wasn't going to be able to hold back. I finally managed to strengthen my resolve and speak to him at dinner.
"Leo, I'm still your mother," I said, putting down my knife and fork. "Things have been moving quite fast, but I think we need to draw a line somewhere."
He looked at me, somewhere between acceptance and disappointment. "Okay."
"You don't want to?"
He sighed a little. "I've been waiting so long, and just as it starts to happen, you're pulling away."
"I'm not pulling away," I protested. "Look, we've crossed some lines. And I don't mind that. I like it, even. But I can't be your girlfriend, baby."
"Why not?"
"I just can't," I said, firmly. "Taking care of your needs is okay, though. So I don't mind if you use my hands, or my underwear, or rub on me again. But you can't put it inside me."
Leo could tell from the tone of my voice that I was serious, so he didn't argue. "If that's what you want," he conceded.
"It is."
But there was still a spark of defiance in his eyes; the same spark I knew I could get when I wanted something.
"Will you give me a handjob?" he asked, still looking at me.
"Now?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'm horny again."
We were still in the middle of eating, but the way he was almost demanding it... I squeezed my thighs together.
"Okay, baby." I got up from my chair and left my food, walking around next to him. He sat back a little, still chewing, to give me access to his crotch. I pulled his cock out, which was already hard, and when I stroked it the first time, precum gathered at the tip. I wet my fingers with it and began rhythmically stroking him, my hand going up and down quickly. At first, Leo hardly reacted and went on eating, still demonstrating that defiance. But, slowly, the sensations became too much. He began to groan softly, sitting back further, his cock throbbing in my hand.
The tip became slick with precum as I worked my hand ever faster, using my thumb to tease the head of his cock occasionally. He moaned and held the table, and I could tell he was getting close. But I didn't slow down or wait for him; I just went faster and more intensely, closing my fingers so they were tighter. He gasped, thrusting his cock into my hand, and I angled it towards me. Cum flew out in explosive bursts, landing on my shirt around my neck and my tits, in my cleavage and on my arm.
I slowed down and gently released his shaft, a final drip of cum sliding out of it and down onto my fingers. He looked at me, drained, breathing hard, and I just smiled and kissed his cheek.
"I'll go and wash before I finish dinner," I said.
He nodded, apparently speechless. And I really couldn't deny how much I enjoyed taking away his breath and his words. It was addictive.
In the morning, the moment I walked into the kitchen he knew what he wanted. Even before I could make a cup of coffee and wake myself up, he pointed to the counter.
"Bend over."
I did exactly as he wanted and Leo's hard cock was rubbing against me moments later. I had at least put knickers on under my nightie, but he just lifted these up and put his cock underneath, rubbing it firmly against my pussy. My wetness quickly coated his cock and made everything move smoothly, and in between my moans, I had to focus on not wanting him to push inside me. The problem was, I did want it. I wanted that so much. The momentary rush of pleasure as my pussy stretched to fit him. The wave of arousal as he buried himself deep inside me. But I couldn't let him. I had to be strong.
I moved my arm down between my legs and rubbed my clit as his cock moved against me, my moans filling the kitchen. Each time the head of his cock slid past my wet entrance I had to close my eyes and force myself not to imagine it. It was so close. All I needed to do was move my hips and he could be inside me, giving me what I needed...
I stood up, knowing I couldn't trust myself.
"Mum," Leo said, his voice sexy and thick. I knew he didn't want him to stop, so I grabbed my knickers and took them off, then wrapped the material around his cock.
He moaned happily as I began stroking him with them, using my other hand to work my clit. His cock was wet all over and the knickers slipped easily over his shaft, especially when I pulled them tight and heard him groan in response.
"Mum?" he asked, looking down at me with eyes full of lust.
"Yes, baby?" I replied, blinking back up at him.
"I want you to talk dirty."
I nodded. "You want me to tell you about how much I want your cock inside me?"
He throbbed in response.
"Pushing so deep into your mum's tight cunt?"
Another throb.
"Shooting your cum inside me like I always wanted?"
This time I kept the knickers wrapped around the base of his cock, holding his balls as he shot his cum over me. One burst hit my chin, the rest falling on my neck or my arm and hand, and he let out a deep groan of satisfaction as I milked the rest of it out of him.
"Don't get any on my underwear," I said, carefully taking my knickers back. "Then I can still wear them today. And think all about where they've been."
He smiled. "I don't think I'll be able to concentrate on studying if you do that."
"I don't think I'll be able to focus on work, either."
Our eyes met and we both smiled. This sexy secret of ours was so dirty and yet it felt so good.
After work, I half-expected Leo to order me to make him cum the moment I came through the door, and I was already getting wet at the thought. But he was busy studying in his bedroom, and I got on with dinner, feeling a little disappointed.
But once we'd eaten and Leo had washed up, he put a film on TV and he stretched out along the sofa to watch it.
"Any room for me?" I asked when I had a cup of coffee, eyeing how much space he was taking up.
He patted an empty bit of cushion and shuffled his legs out of the way so I could sit there. As we watched, though, I slowly relaxed backwards until I was leaning against his legs, and then a little more until I was cuddled right up next to him. After that I lifted up my legs to curl up more comfortably, and Leo put his arm around me. I hadn't changed out of my work things and he idly pushed my skirt up around my waist.
There was a sexy bit in the film, where the handsome lead finally fell into bed with the heroine, who spent some time seducing him, topless. As she bit her lip and beckoned to him, her nipples hard, Leo nudged my arm.
"Touch yourself," he whispered to me.
I didn't need a second invitation, and I pushed down my tights so I could slip my hand into my knickers. The film was hot, but what was even better was the feeling of Leo's hard cock pressing into me from behind. That really turned me on and had me moaning and panting well after the film had moved on to another action sequence.
As the movie wore on towards the world-saving climax, Leo moved his cock back and forth against my arse while I rubbed my clit and thought about how good it felt. But he never went any further, like getting me to take my underwear off. The anticipation was almost killing me. I kept masturbating right through until the credits appeared, when Leo reached down to adjust his cock.
When he pressed into me again, his cock was bare and the thick head was pushing directly into my pussy. Only the fabric of my knickers was preventing him from sinking deep into me. And that fabric was wet, and each time he pushed it threatened to slide out of the way. I was too far gone to stop him, now, rubbing my clit hard and pushing my hips back into him. I wanted him. I needed him. I needed my son's cock in my pussy where it belonged.
Leo's hand slid over my arse, squeezing, making me moan more, and then he hooked his fingers into my underwear. I froze when I felt him firmly tug them to one side, exposing my pussy. And when he pushed into me again, I was so wet that his cock slipped past my lips and began to stretch me just like I had always imagined.
"Leo, baby," I said, his cock stopping. It wasn't exactly inside me but it was right there. The tiniest movement from either of us would do it.
"Yeah?" he asked, his voice still strong and confident.
"Not inside me, baby."
"But I'm so close, Mum."
The temptation was huge. His cock pulsed there, so big and hard, ready to fill me. I knew he wanted it. Wanted me. And I wanted him. But it felt wrong. If I let him fuck me... His own mother...
"I can't," I told him, taking my hand off my clit and reaching around behind me. I took hold of his shaft, intending to pull him away.
"Fuck... You're going to make me cum if you touch it," Leo warned me, his cock still pushing against my wet cunt.
I should have let go. But I didn't. I couldn't. I had to have him. My fingers wrapped around his gorgeous cock and I pumped my hand up and down. A second later he was gasping, gripping my hips as his cock began to shoot cum into me. I held him at the entrance, not letting him push inside, but I felt his cum flooding me and I moaned loud. Leo's cum was in my pussy. My son's cum. In his mother.
When he pulled away, I rolled onto my front and lay still, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. I'd made him cum inside me, but we still hadn't actually fucked. I was clinging to that fact. Somehow I couldn't bring myself to let him fuck his mother, even though we both clearly wanted it. But I'd made him cum before, and making him shoot it inside me... It felt so natural and so right.
Lying in bed that night, I couldn't keep my hands off my pussy. I made myself cum twice, thinking only about Leo and how good it had felt. I let myself fantasise about him fucking me hard, using me how he wanted, turning me into a slut for his cock. And all of these thoughts only turned me on more.
But it was all too dangerous. Every day we were doing more, getting closer. I had to back off. The next morning he put my hand on his cock through his shorts, but I let go and made coffee instead.
"Okay," he said, simply. He knew what I was thinking.
While I was at work, I thought maybe it was over. We'd had fun but it had to stop eventually. Letting him cum inside me was crossing a line, and now we'd done it, it felt like the time to end. I told myself that when I got home, I would talk to him and see how he was feeling. Upsetting him so soon after he'd been released felt unfair, but we needed to move on with life.
Leo was shut up in his room studying, and didn't come out when I told him dinner was ready. He said he was busy and to put it in the oven to keep warm. I did that, then ate mine alone, like I had every day for so long. Missing him and waiting for him.
And as I ate, I realised something. I didn't want to go back to eating alone. I didn't want to be alone. It wasn't just about sex and taking care of his needs. It was about us both and the relationship we shared. All along he'd been trying to show me that he cared about me, but I'd kept him at arm's length. I wanted to care for him and do what he needed without thinking about myself. But a relationship had to go both ways. And somehow, my nineteen year old son knew that better than I had.
I climbed the stairs, rushing, then stopped outside his door. I lifted my hand to knock, but stayed it. Instead, I undressed, throwing everything, including my underwear, into an untidy pile in the corner. Then I opened his door without knocking.
He really was studying, with his head bent and a pencil in his hand. As I came across the room he looked up in surprise, then his eyes went wide when he saw that I wasn't wearing anything. I pulled his chair out and stood in front of him, my nipples hard, my skin flushed.
"Fuck me," I told him.
"Took you long enough," he smirked, but he was pushing his trousers down as he said it.
His cock was hard and pointing up when I climbed onto his lap. Reaching under me, I moved it so that it was at the right angle. We'd done no foreplay but I didn't need it; the touch of my son's cock against me was getting me more than wet enough. I looked into his big, brown eyes, seeing my own reflected there as I lowered myself, inch by inch, until he was deep inside me.
"Fuck," we both said in unison, then laughed.
"Like mother like son," I teased him, and he pulled me close to kiss me deeply.
Then he fucked me. It started with me on top of him, riding him slow, but he quickly picked me up, his strong hands on my arse, and put me on the bed. Lying on my back, I spread my thighs wide and lost myself in ecstasy as Leo fucked me like I needed. The way he thrust hard into me sent waves of pleasure through me and I arched my back and nearly screamed as he made me cum.
When he held me tightly and came inside me, deep inside me, I knew I'd done the right thing. Fucking Leo felt like the only thing that mattered.
"Mum?" he asked, kissing my neck where my hair had fallen and exposed it.
"Yes, baby?"
He lifted himself up and looked at me. "Will you be my girlfriend, now?"
I felt myself blushing. "I'd love to," I told him, then gasped as his fingers flicked over one of my nipples.
"Good," he murmured, kissing me again. Then kissing me some more. In fact, we kissed for so long that he got hard again, still inside me, and then we fucked again.
I brought his dinner up on a tray so he could eat it while he studied, and then I showered and got ready for bed. I was just sitting at my dressing table, naked, brushing my hair when he came into the room.
"On the bed," he commanded.
I dropped my hairbrush immediately and went to the bed obediently.
"On your front. Legs apart."
I did exactly as I was told.
Leo climbed onto the bed between my legs and lay down. The first touch of his tongue on my clit was heavenly. And it only got better from there. He bathed me in warm licks from my clit to my pussy, then flicked the tip of his tongue against me, hard. Then he sucked my clit and I was moaning into the pillow. When he finally stopped, it was only so he could replace his tongue with his cock, which felt even better. I was sore from being fucked twice earlier but all those feelings disappeared when I felt his cock push into me again.
He held me down on the bed, his hand on the middle of my back as he fucked me. Really fucked me. Hard and relentless. Until I was a wet mess who couldn't string a sentence together. And then he went harder still. I was seeing spots as the sound of his body slapping into mine filled the room, and then, at last, he grunted and came inside me again.
"I am never going to get tired of doing that," he said breathlessly, rolling onto the bed beside me.
I knew I was leaking his cum but I had no energy to move. "Me neither," I told him, catching his eye. We both laughed, and then he kissed me again, and I had no idea why I'd waited so long to let him do this.
We woke up together in the morning, our naked bodies tangled up, his hard cock nestled against my thigh. I ignored it, though. I needed to get up and get ready for work, never hating having to work on a Saturday more than I did today. Leo just rolled over and went back to sleep.
I was in the shower, cursing the strands of hair which always escaped when I tied my hair up, when the door opened. Leo, naked, yawning, came in, and I looked at him through the shower screen.
"I can't let you go to work without fucking you first," he teased, taking his cock in his hand.
"I haven't got a lot of time," I reminded him as he got into the shower next to me.
He pushed me up against the wall with slightly more force than necessary, his hand pressing into the wet tile beside my face.
"Then we'll have to be quick," he growled, and I moaned as his other hand smacked my wet arse. My pussy was soaking in seconds and he fucked me from behind, my tits pressed into the cold tiles as he gripped my waist and effortlessly made me cum again.
I really was running late by the time we were done.
"Tomorrow I'm not working," I reminded him as I put on my bra in the bedroom. "We can stay in bed all day."
"That sounds perfect," he said, sitting on the bed. He looked hot as hell with his hair wet and his cock beginning to stir again, but I had to control myself. I grabbed a pair of knickers out of the drawer but he tutted.
"I don't think so. Hand them over."
I gave them to him and went back for another pair, but he shook his head.
"Are you serious?" I asked, staring at him.
He grinned. "No knickers at work all day will have you in the right mood when you get back."
And he was right: all day I was squirming, very aware whenever I sat down that there was nothing covering me down there. Each time was a little reminder of what was waiting for me at home.
And when I did get back, my pussy aching to be fucked, all I saw on the kitchen table was my folded knickers. Covered in sticky white cum. With a note, saying: Enjoy!
I put them straight on, the damp cum mingling with my increasing wetness. I couldn't resist touching myself through them, getting myself even more worked up. Then I practically ran up the stairs, I was so horny.
Bursting into his bedroom, I needed him. But he held up a calm hand to stop me.
"Study course: completed," he said, showing me the binder.
"Leo, that's amazing!"
"And," he said, "I have applied for three jobs already today."
"Really?"
"Yeah. How was your day?" He smiled deviously.
"Hard," I said, laughing.
"Me, too." He undid his trousers to demonstrate.
I flashed him the cum-soaked knickers and his eyes went wide. And he got even harder.
"Time to give your mum a good fucking," I teased, spreading my thighs.
"I can't wait another minute," he said.
THE END