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Me Teasing Mum. Mum Teasing MeMark rolled out of bed, took his shower and dressed for work, all of which he managed to do while still half-asleep. He stumbled blindly to the kitchen where his Mum stood at the sink rinsing off a few of the morning’s dishes. Helen was also in the process of getting ready for work, and was dressed in her usual business suit, skirt together with crisp white blouse. Her jacket was hung on a nearby chair. Unknown to James, under her skirt she wore black lace knickers and a pair of black silk stockings. Mark stepped behind her and leaning forward, reached for the cereal box in the cabinet above her head. With one hand opening the door and the other reaching for the box inside he was unable to maintain his balance and found himself pressing against her. It was entirely unintentional.As he slipped so he found his early morning hard-on pressed between the outer split his mothers very shapely bum. It was accidental yet still, for both of them it was a significant event. Each of them acutely conscious of the sexual nature of the contact. “Mark!” Helen cried.Mark struggled to regain his balance and straighten up, but just for just a moment he was grinding his semi hard cock into her firm arse. In the process, his cock got harder and harder until he was rigid.”Oh God! Sorry Mum! I was just trying to slip past you to grab the cereal box.” He told her as he braced himself for a curt reply.”Yes! I could tell you were trying to slip into something, I just wasn’t sure what it was,” she answered with more than a little innuendo. “Next time be sure you’re a little more under control.”Helen turned toward him slightly and for just the briefest of moments Mark was sure he saw the corners of her mouth turn up in a little grin. He was surprised at her response.”Next time I will!” he said, immediately regretting he’d opened his mouth to say something so stupid. Knowing full well it was only going to make matters worse. But Helen didn’t respond, she only looked up at him out of the corner of her eyes. Mark, still feeling flushed, sat down and hurriedly ate his breakfast before hurrying off to school.Helen meanwhile had continued to rinse the dishes and found her mind wandering. She could still feel the impression of her young son’s cock pressed against her bum cheeks. It had been quite awhile since she had had a stiff cock pressed against her like that… Helen was a very sexual creature who was becoming more and more frustrated with her none existing love life. Even so, stood at the sink, she was slightly shocked and chided herself for the randy thoughts that had gone through her mind while her son had been pressing himself against her arse, and just for a moment she had hoped he wouldn’t have regained his balance.As for Mark, he had never considered his mother a sex object. Well, at least nothing more than checking out her Knickers and bra in the clothes basket. Her bra size 38C giving him some idea of how his hands would fit, while the perfume of her worn knickers always raised a rigid hard-on that lasted for quite some while. Today though had been different, and all through school, all he could think of was how good it had felt rubbing himself up against her arse that way. He’d been able to think of nothing else, so by the end of the day, while making his way home, he was unable to remember a single thing that had occurred in his classes. The whole day at school was a total blank. His mother’s firm round arse cheeks occupied the entire mental capacity of his brain, and his young cock grew as hard as a scaffold pole each time he reflected the moment at the sink. That night he lay in bed and for the first time he hadn’t been able to stop himself thinking about his Mum sexually….What had happened that morning had been entirely innocent but, such was the thrill, had gone on to play on his mind all day. He’d even managed to convince himself at one point, that her smiling back at him, as she had done, had meant she had nurtured the same desire.That night in bed Mark had beaten his hard young cock senseless. The following morning, as much as his mind kept willing him to do so, he didn’t have the guts to try it on again. Instead he sat at the table opposite where Helen was stood at the sink so he could get a perfect view of that coveted sexy arse of hers. This particular morning she was wearing a grey, pinstriped, pencil skirt and as Helen washed the plates and cups, her arse wiggled back and forth acting like a red flag to her son. Soon he was beginning to regret not having tried it on again and found himself vowing, the next day he was again going to plant his cock between those wiggling cheeks.Helen too had been quick to notice that Mark had been very careful not to lean over her to get his cereal that morning and she felt a tinge of guilt at the thought she’d felt a little disappointed. ‘Good grief! Helen!’ she thought to herself, “What kind of a thought is that. ‘You’re feeling bad because your own son didn’t put his dick between the cheeks of your arse?’ But even then, just before that thought was forced from her mind, she found her mind imagining her sons uncovered hard young cock between the globes of her naked arse. She shook her head, dispelling the image and, shouting her good-byes, she quickly rushed out of the house, glad the drive to work would keep her mind occupied.Wednesday morning dawned bright and sunny and as usual when Mark woke he wasn’t the least bit surprised to find his cock hard and erect. He climbed out of bed and wondered what he might have been dreaming about that night, that had given him such a hard on? He had no idea, as always he could never remember his dreams but he did find himself wondering if his Mum had been a feature. He made his way to the bathroom and took a quick shower. He looked down at himself as he dressed, pleased that at f******n years of age he’d been blessed with such a man sized cock. He turned side on towards the mirror and slid a hand under his shaft then gently eased back his foreskin to reveal a thick, bulbous, purple coloured helmet. For a moment he allowed his hand to slid up and down his whole length and as he watched himself in the mirror he started to imagine what it might be like to see his Mum squirming on the end of his dick!Almost as quickly as the image started he snapped himself out of it then, struggling to push it inside his briefs, he finished off dressing as he convinced himself it would be ok to try the cereal routine once more.He made his way down the stairs aware he needed to time his entrance right or his mother wouldn’t be at the sink doing her usual chores. He arrived in the kitchen at the precise moment Helen was rinsing the first cup. He walked toward the sink. As he stepped closer Mark could feel the cock in his briefs responding. He lined up directly behind her before leaning forward. His aim was flawless. His bone hard cock pressed precisely between each curved cheek of her arse and as he allowed his weight to drive him deeper into her crevice he raised on his tip-toes, a pretence at reaching out for the cereal. The resulting movement mocked the fucking action and for a moment he was performing the age-old rhythm against his mother’s arse.Helen gasped at the blatant contact, her mind instantly recording his size and the rigidity of his member. Speech failed her and she could only stand unmoving as he retrieved his cereal and slowly disengaged from his obviously sexual thrust. Before she could recover her composure, he had moved to the table and poured the cereal into his bowl. A part of her was angry that he should do such a thing and she swung around to face him just as he was pouring the milk. The image of the white milk splashing over the cereal was suddenly all too suggestive and while she had it in mind just what she wanted to say, the words that eventually spilled from her lips were entirely different.”Were you able to reach everything Mark?””Yeah, thanks, Mum, I got everything.””Good, I was pretty sure you were getting what you wanted,” she answered, suddenly stunned by her own innuendo, for it was almost as if she were approving of his actions.In truth Mark had expected her to be angry so the innuendo came as a complete surprise, implying that she was aware of what he was going to do and wasn’t keeping him from doing it.School that day was a bigger drag than the previous day. Eventually, with his thoughts enhanced by the mornings events he could take no more. Mark went into the toilets where he pumped his stiff young cock until he had twice shot a load against the wall of the stall. It relieved him, made him feel better, but even so, his cock was only slightly less hard. He wondered how his mother would treat him during the evening. After Mark had left for school, Helen had about fifteen minutes until she too had to leave. She moved as though in a fugue. She kept on replaying what had happened and was having a difficult time accepting the fact that her own son had made sexual advances to her. She had little doubt that the first time on Monday had been an accident, but there was no mistaking the episode today for anything but for what it was. Mark had deliberately thrust his hard cock against her arse, even going so far as thrusting upward after the initial contact to increase the sexual connotation of his movements. Her first reaction had been shock, while for the next few seconds she had been too involved in the feeling of the rigid cock between her tight spheres to think of anything else. Finally she had come to her senses with the realisation that the pole between the cheeks of her arse was her f******n year old son’s cock, and was there through no accident. But in truth she had far bigger concerns, for what worried her most were her knickers, which had become soaked when her pussy flooded canlı bahis as she realized that her own son was dry Fucking her arse. That flooding had almost been her downfall. She hadn’t been that turned on since the first time a boy played with her bare tits in school. In all their years her hubby or her boyfriends had never been able to arouse her to that pitch and now her own son had sparked a drenching desire. Afterward, she had felt weak at the knees, and rather than finish the dishes, she had grabbed her coffee and sat down at the table.’It certainly was hard,’ she thought to herself as her mind fought to fill her head with desire once more.The phone cut short any further thoughts she was having. It was her best friend, Bronwen, asking her to meet her after work and help pick out a dress for a Friday party she was planning on attending. Helen accepted immediately. It would mean she would be out when Mark got home and he would be in his room for the night by the time she got back from shopping. She wasn’t sure she could face him; she didn’t know how to handle this morning’s incident.Mark too was relieved to find his mother gone for the evening. Like her he wasn’t sure how he would respond if challenged on the incident during breakfast. As it was, he saw a movie was going to be on TV that he had been waiting to see. He made himself a snack and sat down to watch it. An hour later, just as the movie was ending his Mum arrived home. Mark couldn’t face her and kept his eyes glued to the screen.Helen walked around the chair he was sitting in and stood between him and the TV.”You had better not let anyone about the little game you’re playing in the mornings.” In truth it wasn’t exactly the words she’d meant to say.”I won’t,” he said, his eyes still avoiding contact with hers.”That’s not what I meant, Mark.” she replied as she studied him for a moment. It had been her intention to tell him to stop what he was doing but suddenly her mind reminded her of how hard he had been that morning. Her voice dropped to hushed tones and instead of a reprimand she found herself saying,”You’d better be sure of what you want before you try to get it.”For the first time Mark looked up at her. “What?” he asked, more than a little confused.”You heard me! Better think it over carefully.” She said before turning and making her way up to bed.A few minutes after, Mark too went to bed only to find himself tossing and turning til the small hours as his mind thought over and over his mother’s comments. By the time he did eventually make it to sleep he had already decided that come the dawn he was going to feel her arse again. He was just too hung up on her to give up. He wasn’t even sure he understood her remarks.Thursday, he again rose on time and went through a similar ritual in the bathroom, this time, as he stroked his hand along the length of his young cock, finding it easier still to picture her hanging off the end of it. He was anxious to get to the kitchen, but again he found it hard to stuff his cock back inside his briefs and had to wait until his raging hard-on had cooled slightly. Not that he wanted it flaccid. He wanted to be hard enough to force his mother’s cheeks apart as he pushed against her. He was hoping her little talk would make her think he wouldn’t try anything this morning. Finally he went down the hall and entered the kitchen. His mother was just leaving the table. She stopped in the middle of the room. “Good morning darling, you’re up early this morning,” she said.”Couldn’t sleep. I guess I was looking forward to getting started today,” he replied with more than a little innuendo.”Would you like me to get your cereal?” she asked.”No, that’s okay!. Some things make me feel better when I do them for myself.” But Mark didn’t move toward the cereal shelf. He stood in the doorway into the kitchen.Helen continued to stand in the middle of the kitchen for another moment, then surprising even herself, she picked up the dishes and cups from the table and moved towards the worktop. Leaning against the front, she began running water into the sink. She was bent over slightly with her curvy, firm arse pushed back. Mark looked on and could see there was no visible panty line showing beneath the trim, black skirt.He waited only another minute then, he moved toward the cabinet above his Mum’s head.Just as he’d been the previous day, he found himself directly behind her, though if anything, this time she appeared more bent over than usual though it could have been his over active imagination. It took him another few seconds to make up his mind to continue with his usual contact. Then throwing caution to the wind he moved forward. The very thought of what he was about to do and the fact that his mother had gone to the sink when she could have remained in the middle of the room until he had retrieved his cereal, caused his cock to harden into a full blown erection. Mark lined up and leaned against his mother’s fleshy rear-end. He heard her gasp as his rigid cock pushed between her bum cheeks. This time he knew she was aware he was doing it on purpose rather than by accident and could have stopped it if she wished. As his hand contacted the cereal box so his cock rode, not just up, but up and down his mother’s arse in a fucking motion between her cheeks. He was all too aware they weren’t alone and realised the risk he was taking, but his rock hard cock would not be denied. Helen stopped washing the dishes for a moment and stood with her head tilted forward, almost in a stance of submission. In fact for a moment, Mark thought he felt her pressing back against his throbbing rod. He continued his sexual advances against her arse for much longer than he’d previously done, until she turned her head to look at him. Still she said nothing. Just stood there allowing him to rub his erection hard over her arse until finally his sanity returned and he grabbed the cereal box and pulled his cock away. He heard her sigh and saw her straighten up and again continue to rinse the dishes as she had in the past. Mark ate quickly as under the table his hand was trying to suppress his hard cock down where it wouldn’t be visible when he got up to leave. Finally he finished. He said good-bye and then, doing something he seldom did, he walked to the sink and kissed his mother on the back of her neck. “Bye, Mum, see you tonight.”He heard her gasp at his kiss and she turned her head and looked him in the eye.”Good-bye, darling, I’ll see you when you get home from school.”He couldn’t read the look in her eyes, but it certainly didn’t look encouraging. He guessed he was in for a lecture when she got home that evening. He hoped that was all it was going to be….then again, as he felt his cock twitch he realised it was well wortha simple lecture.Helen was stunned by the morning’s events. She was well aware she could have waited until Mark had gotten his cereal before she moved to the sink. By not waiting she had opened herself up to the i****tuous contact. She tried to claim to herself that she didn’t have time to wait, that she had to get the dishes rinsed off and get ready for work. But even that excuse wasn’t able to explain why her pussy had begun to flood when she saw Mark waiting by the door for her to go to the sink. It also didn’t explain why she was so wet at this very moment. Wet enough that she wondered if her juices were going to saturate her knickers and run down her leg for everyone to view. The question she was afraid to ask herself was what was she going to do about her son dry Fucking her every morning at breakfast. As she played this thought around and around in her head, it struck her then, she knew what she would like to do…….. but mothers didn’t do that with their sons. All that day she was in a confused state, making errors she would never normally have made. Every time she sat down at work she thought she could feel his cock pressed against her arse. By the time she drove into the driveway at home she was able to think of nothing else and was certainly not prepared for her son arriving at the same time as a friend dropped him off outside the house. Mark walked up to his mother and took hold of her door just as she spread her legs to get out of her car. He was treated to the sight of her stockinged legs, stocking tops and knickers as her skirt slid to her crotch. Helen, aware of her sons eyes, was unable to recover quick enough. Even lifting her other leg to close the wide spread, what seemed to them both like minutes, but were in reality seconds, left her wide open to his searching eyes. In the past he would have turned away, but now he couldn’t tear his gaze from her displayed charms.”If you like looking at my knickers that much, When I take them off I’ll give them to you. Or were you expecting a view of something else? Helen said, a touch of irritation in her voice.”I’m sorry, Mum but I couldn’t help it, you have lovely legs!”Helen was stunned. Of all the things Mark could have said, he had blurted out the one thing that could cool her anger. He hadn’t tried to lie his way out of it or come up with a smart remark, but had told her exactly how he felt. “Hmmmm! But, aren’t you forgetting I’m your mother? What’s been happening lately isn’t proper behaviour between a mother and her son.”She watched as Mark’s grin turned into a broad smile.”But didn’t you tell me to be sure of what I wanted before I try to get it?” he asked, his eyes now set on hers.”Well I’m sure of what I want.” he added, biting down on his bottom lip as he waited for what he was sure was going to be a curt response.”Mark! I didn’t really mean that. What you’re thinking just can’t happen, it just can’t.”Helen suddenly realized that all during their talk she had never fully closed her legs. God, it was no wonder he was acting like he bahis siteleri was. She stood up, pushed the car door shut and made her way toward the house. The situation had gotten out of hand. Her feelings were getting in the way of basic, family morals.Friday morning the phone rang early It was Helen’s place of work. They needed her in early. She dressed quickly and left before Mark was up. She was thankful she had postponed another incident with her horny son. Tomorrow was Saturday, maybe she would get a chance to cool down his raging hormones before things got totally out of hand.Mark ate his breakfast in silence. The whole day at school he was edgy and hard to get along with. His best friend called him a jerk. Mark of course didn’t try to explain. What could he say, ‘I’m mad because I didn’t get to push my dick against my Mum’s arse!!!!!!’When dinner was over he went straight to his room. His mother had put on a robe that reached from her ankle to her chin. He wasn’t likely to get any views of her gorgeous body anyway. He went to bed looking forward to the morning.Helen was sat at the kitchen table drinking her coffee. Her body shivered with tension when Mark came through the doorway.”You’re up early for a Saturday,” she said. Her gaze flicked to his crotch where he already was showing a sizeable bulge. Her mouth went dry, and once again she could feel her pussy spasm. ‘Oh God!’ she thought, ‘I’m like a teenager, ready for sex when a male walks by.’ But she wasn’t ready for sex, well at least she shouldn’t be, this was her son she was lusting after.”Why not?” he replied. “I’ve a feeling this is going to turn into a good day!”Mark had stopped just inside the doorway. He glanced at the cereal cabinet then back to his Mum making no move to walk in that direction.Helen was acutely aware of his actions and kept telling herself not to give him any opportunity to force himself against her. The phone jarred her out of her thoughts, and without thinking she rose and went to answer it in the lounge. It was her friend Anne, anxious to tell her about the party of the previous evening. Mark was more than a little disappointed for soon after that he heard her yell a ‘Goodbye!’ ‘See you later!’ then heard the front door close and her car start up and drive off…Mark was up early on Sunday, he was anxious to see what the next session with his mother was going to entail. He stopped at the kitchen door to get a feel for the situation before he ventured in. His mother was standing near the table wearing a straight skirt, which stopped just above her knees, and a figure hugging, pink, wide poloneck type top.Again he could only marvel at how well her choice of clothes showed off her tantalising curves but he was also disappointed that he certainly wasn’t going to be able to get a view of those luscious tits of hers. He figured she was dressed to take his dad to the airport and could only hope she would change when she got home. It was then that he started to picture himself undressing her and his cock began to slowly rise inside his trousers . Nervously he crossed to the cereal cabinet and grabbed the box and as quickly dropped into the nearest chair. “Oh, hi, darling,” Helen said. “I didn’t hear you come in, I’m glad you’re up already, I was just going to come up and wake you.” Mark finished off his breakfast and raced to his room. ‘Thank god my stiff cock has wilted,’ he thought.He clumped down the stairs and moved quickly toward the kitchen. For the first time in days his mind was on something other than his Mother and so wasn’t prepared for the picture that greeted him as he charged into the kitchen. His mother was stood facing him in the middle of the room. She had pulled the neck of her poloneck down over both shoulders, stretching the material to its limit. First glance told him straight away she wasn’t wearing a bra and though she wasn’t completely exposed, nonetheless he could just make out the different shade of her nipples and had a perfect view as she provocatively thrust her tits in his direction. He stopped dead, his mind in a whirl, taken aback by this new look Mum! And if that wasn’t enough, what she said next shook him to the core….”Well? Would you like a lick before you go?” his mother asked, her voice sultry.For a moment Mark just stood there, rooted to the spot, not sure if he had heard her right?”Well?” she prompted again, this time lifting a hand to draw her slender, manicured fingers down over her left breast.”Ohhhh Fuck!” was all he could say, his eyes firmly fixed to the hand that was even now teasing its fingers back and forth over the soft material of her top, stimulating an already visibly outlined nipple….”Well if you are going to, you had better hurry, because you need to get going!!!””Oh God, Mum, would I?” he groaned as his brain finally allowed his legs to regain some movement.Mark moved quickly towards her and as he stood in front of her he watched in wide eyed fascination as his mother eased down one side of her top. It wasn’t by much, but enough to show off her left nipple.Mark groaned once more as her finger and thumb started to pinch and pluck, sensuously at her teat. He bent forward and pushing his mother’s hand away he opened his mouth and closed his lips around her cherry like bud, using his tongue to roll it back and forth between his lips.Helen moaned quietly, then allowed her hand to slip around the back of his head, pulling him closer.”Suck it, darling! Suck me! Feel how firm my nipples are they are waiting for you to nurse from them. Ohhh, yes, baby, suck! Suck on Mummys titties!”Mark sucked and licked, running his tongue around and around the hard cherry like bud. Helen groaned as the tingling sensation slowly but surely spread from her nipple all the way down to her hairy pussy.Suddenly she pushed him away.”That’s enough Mark! That’s enough for now. Later, later, darling, you’ll get more.” The previous evening Helen had lay awake in bed. She had tried to put such thoughts out of her head but the more she tried, the more they came back with a vengeance and each time it seemed to her all she was doing was denying her own feelings….She’d tossed and turned her. Again and again her mind kept replaying the feel of his strapping cock as he’d pressed it into her arse from behind…..It was then she had finally reached between her legs and slipping a hand and she’d found herself so wet. Wet with desire…..desire for her sons cock……the cock that she’d foolishly allowed him to press against her arse…..She’d masturbated that night with a rhythm and force she had never been able to achieve before….She’d pictured the two of them in the kitchen….he had slipped up behind her…. her son had again reached for the cereals but this time he had lifted her skirt high with his free hand and spreading her stockinged legs, pulling her knickers to one side, he had plunged his hard young cock home doggy style!!! In her mind she had screamed for him to stop. She had screamed out his name! MARK Mark!! She had cursed him! But her curses had turned to screams of delight, of pure pleasure as he’d set about taking her over that sink…..She had come like never before…..and she’d known then that this was only the start of things…….she thought of her sons words……”I KNOW WHAT I WANT” he’d said……..She’d finally fallen asleep, having made up her mind……..if that’s what he wanted, then why should she deny him…..Helen reached out for his crotch and grasped his steel hard cock that was pressing its shape firmly against his trousers. “Take it out for me darling! Hurry, I want to see it!” she urged.”But what if someone see’s us?” James asked nervously.”They won’t, don’t worry there’s plenty of time. You will still get to school early. We have enough time.”Mark had already unzipped his trousers but was now having a difficult time trying to get the rigid piece of meat out of his briefs and out through the fly. Helen didn’t want to wait, she pulled his belt open, unhooked the metal tab and yanked his trousers down, watching as they dropped to his ankles. She smoothed her hand over the considerable bulge in his briefs, her eyes closed as she tried to picture it in her minds eye before releasing it for real.Mark was groaning now….a apart of him revelling in the gentle, delicate caress of his mother’s hands, while another side of him was trying to convince himself this wasn’t all just a dream and that any second he would wake up.He glanced towards the window nervous of the idea, any moment they could be found out. His mother appeared to have no such nerves. she reached for the waistband to his briefs and tugging it down, released his cock. His hard pipe like shaft sprang upright, bouncing. Once….twice…three times before settling in an upright position, inches from his belly. Helen took a step back then, grasping her skirt at the hem, she shuffled it up her slender thighs until her knicker clad hairy pussy came clearly into view. Her eyes widened as she noted her sons cock twitch. If possible, Mark’s young cock had become harder still and as it began to twitch, so it looked to Helen like a giant snake about to strike at its prey. Helen groaned in her lust.She moved toward Mark and grabbing his hard erection she bent it down until it was pointing straight out from his body. Slowly, she edged against her son guiding his young cock between her legs, his bloated plum coloured knob rubbing firmly against her already soaked knickers that cupped her hairy pussy. Finally he was as tight against her as possible.”Oh Fuck Mum! I think I’m……….” His voice was cut off as Helen pressed her mouth to his. Her tongue thrust into his mouth to duel with his. Helen tried to close her mind to what she was doing….She feared for what was happening, that here she was snogging….yes bahis şirketleri snogging, for this was no ordinary son to mother kiss…. Snogging with her own son…and with such passion!!!! Their heads twisted and turned….their lips sucking one minute, lunging the two of them, at least for the moment, unable to get enough of one another…..and all the while his cock remained between her legs…his knob rubbing hard on her clit over her sopping wet knickers…Mark could feel his balls begin tightening, aware his spunk was now well and truly filling them up, churning at the base of his shaft. His seed was seconds away from erupting from the purple head of his thrusting cock. The cock that was nestled between his mother’s stockinged legs. The cock that was nestled against his mother’s hairy pussy. The cock his mother was squeezing between her thighs.Helen too was aware of his dilemma, she stepped back from her son; his cock sprang upward as it slipped from its nest between her legs.”You have to go, darling, your bus will be waiting. We’ll continue this later, ” she husked at him once more.”Ohhh shit Mum! You can’t mean that, I’m so close, so close.” he said, unable to believe his mother could be so cruel.”Now, darling you feel what I felt on those mornings when you pushed your hard-on against me then left me all hot and bothered. But there is one difference. You have my promise I will take care of you later tonight. In the meantime, you can dream about how you had your cock between your mother’s legs. And I don’t want you masturbating today. Do you understand?” she hissed at him.Mark was shaking from the tension, though still a part of him found it hard to accept he was actually having this conversation with his mother.”I understand. But how am I going to walk to the bus, it will take a week for this to go down.” He pointed to his pole-like member.Helen giggled. “Alright. She immediately turned back to face Mark. “Okay darling!” she said. “You can masturbate just this one time.”Mark turned, ready to make his way from the kitchen and up the stairs to the bathroom. “Oh no you don’t! his mother told him. “If you’re going to insist on jerking off, you’re going to do it right here.!””Mum!!!!!!”Helen’s smile turned to a wicked grin. “Don’t ‘Mum!’ me. If you’re going to wank yourself off, then I think it’s only fair I watch. After all I’m the one that got it hard for you.”Helen stepped back slightly more than aware of what a tease she was being. “Go on, get started, you don’t have much time,” she ordered, grinning from ear to ear. She could feel her pussy flooding even more than it already had from his earlier action.Mark was too horny to continue being embarrassed. Slipping a hand around his thick shaft, he began a slow stroke up and down his young cock. Helen leaned back against the worktop then drawing the hem of her skirt upwards, she pushed her hand inside her knickers forcing them down below her hairy pussy, her sole intention being that her son stare at her while he beat on his cock. “Look Mark! Look what mummy’s got for you! Isn’t this what you’ve wanted the last few days? Your mummy’s hairy pussy?””Oh Shit Mum!” Mark groaned. “Your…pussy……… It’s so hairy!! It’s beautiful!”For a brief moment Helen was shocked that such words would come from her son’s mouth. Then reality hit home…. after all, what could shock her any more than the knowledge her own son had desires for her……and worse still…..she him.She eased one of her fingers in between her wet pussy lips, it’s tip igniting a ripple of sensation up through her body. His words again rang through her mind. She smiled to herself as she decided she could play at that game too.”Yes Mark. Mummy’s pussy….mummy’s hairy pussy is so wet because of you! Tell me how much you want mummy’s pussy?”Mark bit down on his lip. Such was his arousal he had to fight to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss what was on show.”I want it bad!” he moaned. “It makes me want to shoot my cum across the room. I want to cum!!! I’ve got to cum!! Ohhh Fuck!! Fuck!!!…….Oh God!” he growled as he realised he was so so close, aware it wouldn’t take much more, especially since he was staring at his mother’s hairy pussy.Helen slipped her finger from inside her wet pussy and in full view of her son began to finger her clit…feeling its swollen shape between finger and thumb. Mark groaned in disbelief……unable to comprehend what his eyes were seeing…..his own mother wanking on her clit right in front of his eyes.”Cum for me, darling! Cum like you did on my arse last night,” she teased as Helen recalled some of her dream……”You remember my arse don’t you, darling?” Helen continued, “Mummy’s arse that you shot your spunk over. Do it, honey, do it to me again! Cum for me baby!…..Mummy wants to see her little boy shooting his spunk!!! Cum for me!”Mark’s mind was reeling. He had not the slightest idea what his mother was talking about but it didn’t matter. The sight of her alone was bad enough but her words of encouragement were sending him over the edge.”Ohhhhhhhh Shitttttttttttt!!!! Here it is, Mum, here it is! Ohhhhhhh, Mum, Ohhh Fuck Mum!!! “Helen looked down at his cock as it started to jerk violently in his hand. Thick white ropes of spunk rocketed from the end of his purple helmet. Jet after jet splashing against her thighs, splashing against her legs. She groaned…she had never seen a cock empty itself so violently, so fast and there was just sooooo much spunk.Finally the flow ebbed to a finish, as a last thick creamy drop ran down over Mark’s fingers. Helen stood there, using the worktop as a means of support, her own breath now ragged, the result of watching her son beat off for her.”Oh, darling, that was lovely. I’ve never seen anyone cum so much. It’s been so long I’d forgotten just how good a young man can be and I can see I’m going to have fun draining you dry.”Helen looked down to admire her Mark’s now flagging cock Amazed, though he had just emptied his balls for her it was still not entirely soft. She pulled up her knickers and moved towards him, her hand reaching out to lift his chin so his eyes met hers.”You had better go. But before you do there is something I have to say.”Mark’s eyes remained locked with his mothers as she continued.”It was you who started this game between us and while it was wrong for you to have done so, it was far more wrong of me to have allowed it to happen. But…..Now that it has, and so long as it is still what you want, then I suggest we explore it when you come home from school later. Is that what you would like?”Mark smiled. “Hmmm! More than you could ever know!” he replied.Helen stepped close and slipping her hand around the back of his neck she drew him into an embrace…..They kissed, not like a mother would kiss her son but like lovers…..passionate lovers. She eased back.”You’re old enough to realise Mark, Mother’s aren’t supposed to do these things with their son’s. It’s i****t and it’s against the Law, but if this is what you want and you promise me. You will never tell a soul. I am happy for it to continue.”Mark said nothing, he simply nodded his approval.”Good!” Helen said, “In which case, from now on Mummy is going to teach you. I am going to teach you foreplay and the joys of how to pleasure a woman, and believe me,” she added as she reached down to run her hand over his flagging cock. “Mummy is going to enjoy teaching you, and yes……. teasing you. And soon enough Mark, I know there is going to come a time when it is going to feel right that Mummy lets you Fuck her.”Oh Shit Mum, Ohhh Shit! You just made me come in my briefs. Now I have to go change.” Helen laughed. “Yes, you really had better go. We’ll discuss it a little more tonight. Better hurry, or you will miss your bus!”Helen grabbed a towel and began wiping off her legs and cleaning up the mess on the floor……A minute later Mark returned to the kitchen. “Could you have less clothes on when I get back form school?” he asked.Helen smiled and stepped towards him, putting her arms around his neck.She gave him a peck on the lips….”But Darling! That’s the art of seduction.” she teased. “You have to learn that nothing comes easily. You have to work for that.” She grinned. Mark was about to answer when she continued……”Feel my pussy, Darling! Stick your hand inside my knickers and run your fingers through my wet pussy hair. I want you to carry the smell of my hot pussy with you all the way to school and back.”Mark eagerly lifted his sexy Mother’s skirt and slipping a hand inside her knickers he allowed his fingers to slide up the slippery lips of her hairy pussy. Helen sighed at his lustful, i****tuous touch. Mark wiggled his fingers in the wide-open channel then slowly withdrew his hand. Wanting to show his mother he had no inhibitions he lifted the hand to his lips and sucked his fingers into his mouth.”Mmmmmm! Good!” he whispered.Still aroused from before, the sight of her son licking her juices from his fingertips caused her pussy to spasm. Her body ached with a real need…a desire…her juices started to flow once more.”Oh God, Mark! I’m cumming honey! Just seeing you sucking on your fingers has made me cum, Ohhhh, My Darling boy!! ” she moaned.Helen slumped against the worktop. Shaking!!…It took her a minute to catch her breath. She turned to face him…”That’s the first time in my life I’ve come without someone or something touching me. Jesus Darling! You had better get out of here before I find I can’t let you go. Go on darling or who knows what will happen””Maybe I’d get to Fuck you, Mum???” he said.Helen smiled. “Hmmmmm!” Was all she answered as her son finally made his way out to school.She stood by the window watching as he walked to catch his school bus, almost unaware she was still running her fingers over her pussy as she watched him disappear from sight.She turned and made her way from the kitchen and as she climbed the stairs, heading for her bedroom she began to wonder just how the rest of this day would unfold.

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