Missionary Position Ch. 02
Date: 29.01.2010Keywords: 02, Position, Ch., Missionary,
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Suddenly, he jumped as the door, which had slowly slid shut, was pushed open. What he saw was even more of a shock than the sudden movement -- his mother was walking into the lounge totally naked!
She had a fine figure for a woman at 44. Her breasts were not quite as firm as when she was 24, but they were still a pair of globes he would like to get his hands on. Her bush had evidently been trimmed, leaving just a sparse covering over her vulva. And her belly was carrying a few extra pounds, which merely emphasised its beauty. He was struck speechless until she had sat beside him.
"Mother!" he gasped. "What the - " But his brain refused to complete the question.
"It's all quite simple," she told him, "and since you appear to be at a loss for words, I'll explain." She smiled at him, then went on, "Ever since your sister told me of her desires, I've looked at you with different eyes. I've realised that my son, my own son, the fruit of my womb, is a fine, desirable young man. And, not to beat about the bush, I want you to do to me what you did to your sister. I want you to have sex with me."
Laurence was astounded. "Mother!" he exclaimed. "You cannot be serious!"
"Never more serious in my life," she assured him.
"But -- " he began.
"There are no more buts now than when you did it with you sister. And you got around all of your problems, didn't you?"
"Well, er, yes," he admitted.
"So, don't you fancy me?" his mother asked. "I can see a bulge which says you do!"
"Um, yes," he couldn't deny it, "I guess I do. But you're my mother!"
"I told you, 'no more buts'," she said. "I'll deal with just this one, though," she told him, in her best head-mistress tone. "It's only just debatable whether or not I'm any closer relation than your sister. It's taboo, either way. You both wanted it -- and did it. If we both want it -- we'll do it."
"And Dad?" Larry persisted with one more objection.
"Will find out only if I tell him," she answered with finality.
"You seem to have it all thought out," her son told her.
"I've had several months to do so," she answered. "Now, get your clothes off."
He knew he was cornered. Either he had to refuse, point blank, to do what his mother wanted; or he could give in -- and enjoy the lovely nude sitting so near him. He stripped. Freed from its restraints, his cock came to attention and saluted the vision that was before it. Penelope reached out and took hold of his manhood.
Stroking it lightly, she said, "Very nice, how long is it? Seven inches?"
"Six and a half," her son told her.
"That will do, nicely," she said, letting it go. Lying on the thick pile carpet in front of him, she added, "Come on then, let me have it. No need for foreplay -- next time, probably -- I'm already wet for you. Get it in."
"Give me a chance!" he retorted. He knelt between her legs, lowered himself onto his elbows and eased the head of his cock into her waiting pussy lips. She was right; she was wet and ready. So, with one smooth, powerful stroke, he buried himself inside his mother. Ah, sweet memories of Sue! How good it was to be inside a willing woman, again!
He pulled almost all the way out. Instinctively, she gripped his cock-head tight with her pussy, afraid that she was about to lose him. The only place he was going, though, was right back in! As he began his return thrust, she released her grip and he slid as far in as his cock would allow.
"Is this what you wanted, Mother?" he asked, already sure of her answer.
"Oh yes, my lovely big boy!" she assured him. "Show Mummy what you did to your sister!"
He pulled back and thrust in, again, giving a little grunt. Quickly into a rhythm, he was soon pulling and thrusting at a steady pace. Again and again, he rammed his cock into his mother's pussy. Each time, his own grunt was met with a slightly higher pitched one as she thrilled to her son's ministrations.
"Oh yes!" she gasped. "I'll bet your sister was satisfied with this!"
Larry replied, "I do -- believe -- she was." He continued to pound away in his mother's pussy until he felt that telltale twinge in his cock. "I'm coming," he cried, "are you ready for it?"
"Oh yes!" she called. "Let me have it! Give it to me good! I'm ready!"
There was no holding back; each wanted only one thing -- the satisfaction of the orgasm they both near was so near. Larry let his sperm burst out of his balls and course, at speed, through his cock and deep into his own mother's womb. Back to the place where his father had deposited the sperm that had created him, he shot his own load. At each jerk of his cock, she pushed up to meet him. She squeezed her pussy muscles and milked him of every last drop of his thick, hot juice.
He had no more to give -- and no strength to dismount so he just lay there, breathing hard, his cock still stiff within her. They looked into each other's eyes and she smiled.
"Yes, my lovely big son," she told him, "shagging your mother was hardly any different to shagging your sister. I won't ask which of us was better, but did you enjoy it? Want to do it again?"
Now that he could breath again, he replied, "Yes, to both questions. And I can tell you that neither of you was any better than the other -- just different."
His cock was relaxing, now. As it did so, it slid slowly and easily out of her pussy. He rolled off and lay beside her. Taking her hand, he held it gently, wanting to say, with more than mere words, that a special bond had just been forged between them. She understood, just as she always did. Ever since he was very young, they'd had what seemed to be a telepathic ability. They appeared to know each other's thoughts.
The silence was broken, by the ringing of the telephone, and both were startled. His mother rose quickly and answered it. "Hello? Yes, dear. You're where? Yes, dear. All right, we'll be there within the hour."
"Where will we be, within the hour, Mother?" Larry asked.
"At the Royal Sussex Hospital -- Lewes Ward. That was your Dad; he was in some sort of accident. He doesn't appear to be hurt, but they want to keep him in for a few days for observation. It sounds as if there may be possible damage to his head. I guess they have to be cautious. Anyway, he wants some pyjamas and a few other things. Then, one of us needs to collect his car, from his office car park. Come on, get dressed!" she told her naked son.
They made it to the ward in fifty-five minutes. Penelope asked the sister, "Can we see Mr. Kaye, please?"
"Are you Mrs. Kaye?" came back the response.
"Yes, and this is our son."
"Fine. Nurse, take these people to Mr. Kaye, please."
As they reached his bed, the nurse said, "I'll pull the curtains for you. That will give you a little privacy -- and Mr. Kaye can get changed." She did so and left.
"Well, you don't look so bad," his wife told Tony. "Tell us about the accident."
"It was down near the front," he began. "A car came round that bad corner too fast. Of course, I just happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time. He mounted the path and caught me a glancing blow -- knocked me over. I hit my head against something and passed out. They told me it was only for a couple of minutes, but by the time I came round, there was a bit of a crowd. A policeman told me to lie still and the ambulance was there very quickly. They got me in here, to A&E, where they soon checked me over. Seems there is no apparent damage, but they insist on keeping me in, for a couple of days, because I hit my head."
"Let's hope they are right," she said, "and you haven't damaged anything. Go on then, get changed. Do you want to keep your clothes here, or shall I take them home?"
"I think it will be best if you take them home," he replied. "And can one of you collect my car, from our car park, please? I've got the keys, here."
"I'll do that, Dad," said Larry. "Is there anything else you want?"
"I can't think of anything. I'm supposed to take it quietly, but it would be nice if one of you came to visit, this evening. You just look after your mother -- not that she needs it!"
"I'll take care of her, Dad," Larry told him, smiling to himself at the double entendre.
"And we'll both come to see you, tonight, dear," said his wife. "I guess we'd better go, for now." She kissed her husband, then left with her son. She drove Larry to where Tony's car was parked and he got in it and followed her home. He put the car in the garage and they went into the house.
"Quite a shame for Dad," said Larry, "but rather fortuitous for us."
"It certainly was!" his mother agreed, putting her arms around him and giving him a kiss. "I think we should get at least two nights together, out of this. You bed may well get neglected! Now, let's have lunch."
After lunch, the afternoon seemed to pass slowly. Eventually, it came time for the evening visit. Tony was sat in the chair beside his bed, so Larry went and got another chair for his mother. He sat on the edge of the bed, marvelling at the way his mother kept up a steady conversation of seeming trivia. He tried not to make it apparent that he was bored, even joining in a few times. When the nurse rang the bell to signify the end of visiting, they said their good-byes and left.
Back at home, Penelope asked, "Do you want a night-cap?"
"You're my night-cap, mother dear," Larry told her.
"Eager, are you?" she asked him, with a smile. "Come on then, let's go to bed."
They took but a short time to get ready for bed. That morning, Larry had been uncertain about having sex with his mother; now, there was no hesitation. He wanted to be joined with this wonderful woman who lay beside him. He leaned towards her and caressed her breasts.
"We were in a bit of a hurry, this morning," he said, "but we have the rest of the night, now. Let's take this at a gentler pace -- and really enjoy it. Just one thing I want to say: I don't think I can call you Mum, when I'm having sex with you."
Allyson began to slide out from under Mindy but as her cunt passed the young girl's face she felt Mindy nestle her tongue into her groove.
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Keywords: 02, Position, Ch., Missionary,