was twenty-two years old when I first slept with my mother. It was a surreal and completely unexpected experience. It began with a phone call from my Aunt Doreen. She broke the news that Great Aunt Judy was in the hospital and unlikely to pull through. Mum was visibly upset and made immediate plans to visit Judy, who lived in Hastings, a seaside town on the English Sussex coast. Dad was away on business, and Mum didn't drive, so I offered to take her.
Mum worked the phone and the internet to book hotel rooms. It was the height of the holiday season, and the UK was experiencing a mini heatwave, so I wasn't optimistic, but she persevered and struck lucky. A late cancellation meant we could at least have one room. It had separate twin beds and was only for two nights, so Mum took it. Her focus was Judy, not hotel rooms.
As it is for most kids, Mum to me was just 'Mum.' She was the person who looked after me, comforted me, and, more often, shouted at me. To others, Deborah was an attractive woman with a generous and lively personality in her late forties. She was around 5'5" with shoulder-length sandy hair that framed a warm and open face, enhanced by a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Mum was curvy but not slim and was generous in bust and bum. She was easy to talk to but had a sharp tongue when required.
My father, Peter, was a year or two younger and worked for an oil company. Business kept him away for weeks at a time. I took after him physically. We were both 5'10", with thick brown hair and a slender build, which Dad retained as he got older. He liked to keep himself in shape. He was serious and practical, whereas Mum was outgoing and spirited. Looking back, I think Mum struggled with Dad's somewhat dour attitude at times.
We were an ordinary, well to do, middle-class family living in Kingston-upon-Thames. The only family member missing at this time was Jenny, my elder sister by two years, who was doing work experience in Scotland--she was training to be a vet.
I had no such grand ambitions. I worked in the City intent on earning my fortune or at least a good life! A commodity trader was my poison, and I was proving to be good at it. My colleagues said I didn't suck, which was high praise.
I picked Mum up on Friday morning and drove down to Hastings, arriving just after one. There was no drama at the check-in. The girl behind the desk couldn't have been more disinterested if she had tried.
"Jake and Deborah Evans," I told her as I looked around. In terms of décor, the hotel had seen better days, but it was cheap and clean.
The first snag was the double bed that greeted us. Mum was annoyed, so I offered to see if we could get it changed.
She shook her head. "It doesn't matter, Jakey."
"It's big enough. We can keep our distance!" I joked. We had shared chalets and caravans as a family, so close proximity wasn't a big deal for me.
"I guess we can. At least it has a bathroom for us to change in. They got that right, at least!"
That settled, we unpacked and went to lunch. The hotel had a carvery attached to it, and the fare was pretty good. Mum and I chatted away, and I sank a few pints, and she a glass of wine. Mum had planned to see Judy tomorrow and spend time with her. I planned an escape to the Brighton match at 3 pm.
We returned to the room, and both of us flaked on the bed. I woke around six and went to the bathroom. The pints were making a reappearance. Mum was awake and sitting up when I came out.
"What time is it?" she asked sleepily.
"Just gone six. You hungry?"
She shook her head and headed to the bathroom. I was in a quandary about what to do with the evening. Inspiration struck, and I checked cinema listings. A movie meant no conversation and passed the time.
I put the idea to her, and she brightened up.
"That sounds like fun!"
I booked two seats online for the 7:30 showing of the latest summer blockbuster movie, and we stepped out in high spirits. Mum took my arm as we parked up and strolled to the complex. Buckets of popcorn and fizzy drinks were our dinner, and we had a fun time. The movie was pretty good, too.
We got back around 10:30, and Mum bagged the bathroom to get ready for bed. I want to say she came out looking stunning, but her face cream and knee-length cotton nightwear were what I expected. Truthfully, I didn't give her a single glance as she climbed in, and I took my turn in the bathroom.
She was reading a book as I came out in my t-shirt and boxers, and she didn't give me a single glance either. I climbed in next to her, and that was the first time I found the situation a bit weird.
"Do you mind if I read for a bit?" she asked.
"Nope." I picked up my phone and the weird moment passed.
Mum dozed off first, and I removed the book and turned off the light.
And this was the first I time I slept with my mother.
****
And that should have been that. Except I woke around four am to find myself partially spooning Mum. My body had reacted as you would expect to the soft warmth of a female body, and my dick was pressing into her ample rear. My first reaction was panic. Second was move and move now! Third was don't move in case you wake her up! Logic was not my forte at four in the morning especially with my erection prodding Mum's arse.
I pulled away slowly. She didn't move. Her breathing was soft and steady. Don't, for God's sake, do what you are now tempted to do! Yeah, right. Name me a twenty-two-year-old lad with a hard on and going through a dry spell that listens to good sense? Carefully, I pushed back into Mum. The warm softness of her bum through the cloth felt good. Still no reaction.
Okay, so far, so good. What next, Jakey?
Now, that was a good question. Don't move was the obvious answer. Except I now want to rub myself against her. Maybe just a little bit? No, that won't work. I move my hand onto my cock and start squeezing, then rubbing it. Christ! I am so turned on right now! But whatever you do, don't cum! Last time I wanked off was two days ago, which is a lifetime as far as my junk is concerned.
Mum stirred, then settled down again. I froze in place, counted off a minute, and began wanking again. I debated if I could pull her nightie up. Fucks sake! This is your Mum! Yes, your Mum, with her plump juicy arse, whispered the reckless voice. I'm now edging closer, trying to gauge the last second to pull away. It was going to be close--it wasn't close. A fraction before I could turn away, I spurted a thick wad over her nightie and smeared what was left over the covering sheet. Fucking fuck! You fucking moron! My heart was hammering, and I was sick to my stomach. There is going to be hell to pay for this. I used my t-shirt to wipe cum off the sheet, then peeled it off and stuffed it under my pillow. I mean, why? Why did I do that? I'm on the verge of tears, and sleep was impossible. The morning and my impending doom awaited.
Next thing I knew it was morning.
Chapter Two
Mum was already up and in the bathroom, no doubt wringing a gallon of cum from her nightie. I panicked afresh and wondered why my t-shirt was under my pillow. I panicked again and teetered on the verge of a heart attack. I jumped out of bed, found a clean t-shirt, and stuffed the other in a plastic bag. I got back into bed just as Mum reappeared. She was already dressed.
"Wondered when you would wake up!" she smiled. "Bathroom is all yours."
"Yeah, sure, thanks." I grabbed clean underwear and jeans and ran into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet for five minutes, used it, and then sat down again. Mum seemed okay. Maybe she was lulling me into an ambush. I brushed my teeth, dressed and came out cautiously.
Mum was sitting on the bed, checking her phone. She looked up at me and smiled. I braced myself.
"Breakfast? I'm starving!" she said brightly. The woman was inscrutable!
I wasn't hungry until I smelt bacon, and I tucked in with lashings of coffee. Mum ate heartily, too and outlined her plans. I was to take her to Aunt Doreen and her husband at eleven. They would then visit Great Aunt Judy and spend a few hours with her. If that sounds like a day from hell, then you are right. Spending time with aged relatives was a just and fitting punishment for my nocturnal sins. I resolved to take my punishment like a man.
"If you can drop me off at Doreen's, stay for five and then shoot off, that's fine by me," said Mum.
I froze. Shoot off? Damn the woman was good! "You sure?" I couldn't see the trap, but I knew it was a trap.
"Yes. I appreciate you bringing me. Staying will only bore you. The day is yours. Expend your youthful energy."
Her smile unnerved me. Her words were designed to torture me. How could a mother be so cruel?
I nodded and concentrated on my breakfast.
I spent that day in a trance. Okay, I spent it in several pubs, nursing a pint or two. I went to the football which distracted me for a while and then came time to pick Mum up from Doreen's.
I let myself in to hear voices in the lounge. Doreen smiled at me, and Jack offered me a beer.
"Sorry to hear about the sleeping snafu," he laughed.
I looked blank.
"I told them about the double bed. Doreen says I can use the spare bedroom," explained Mum.
"Oh," I was inexplicably disappointed. The more time elapsed, the more certain I became that I was not in trouble, which meant I was now looking forward to sleeping with Mum.
"I said no. We paid for it, so we're going to use it. You know how I hate putting people out!" continued Mum. This was true. She liked her own space with her immediate family. She said it was a control thing. I think it was more that she couldn't stand Aunt Doreen's husband.
I smiled. "Okay, fine with me." It may have been my imagination, but I swore I caught a hint of mischief in her eyes.
On our way back, we stopped at an Italian restaurant and were early enough to snag a table. I subtly kept the red wine flowing while pleading I had to drive. Mum likes her food and her wine.
She eased back in her chair and sighed. "That was lovely! I'll sleep like a baby tonight. I doubt if anything will wake me!"
I fought to control the surge of interest in my pants. "Best get you back, sleepyhead!"
"I guess."
"One more for the road before we go?" I topped her glass up again.
"Perhaps a little bit."
"It's been a tough day. You deserve to relax."
"Oh, it wasn't too bad. Judy has had a long and eventful innings, and she was in good spirits. Shows you the value of living life on your own terms and seizing opportunities that present themselves along the way."
"Absolutely!" I signalled for the bill.
****
I can't remember the last time I was this eager to get to bed. It was only ten pm, and I was under the sheet in fresh t-shirt and boxers. Mum had let me use the bathroom first. I wondered if I should knock a quick one out. I hesitated for too long. Mum emerged in a different nightie--cotton as before but shorter. Last night, I hadn't given her a second glance, but now I noticed her heavy breasts under the fabric and, more significantly, the lack of face cream.
We chatted amiably as she climbed into bed, yawning noticeably as she did so. As before, she read for a while, and I browsed with my back to her, trying to ignore her presence or the wild thoughts crashing around inside my head.
"Night, dear." Mum closed her book and flicked off her bedside light.
"Night, Mum." I did the same and waited as the hours dragged by.
My watch alarm woke me at 2:30 am. I had it on vibrate only, but it still sounded loud. I switched it off and lay there for a few minutes. All I could hear was steady breathing. Slowly, I turned over to find Mum with her back to me. Perfect. My cock was hard as iron, and my heart was racing. I reached out with my hand and brushed Mum's hip. I could smell her body lotion. Still no movement. My hand crept downwards. Fuck! Bare flesh! Mum's short nightie had half-ridden up, and she wasn't wearing panties. I pondered this fresh development. Had she been wearing panties last night? I honestly couldn't remember. I think I would have noticed if she hadn't. Was this a sign?
Emboldened, I pressed my cock into her fleshy cheek and used my hand to rub it along her bum crease. I was trembling with excitement and arousal. Dare I? As I thought it, I knew the answer. A minute later, I was jizzing over my mother's arse, and it was fucking glorious!
Panic crowded in a few seconds after the deed was done. I used the paper towel I had hidden under my pillow and dabbed the cum off her arse. I was working in the dark so I'm pretty sure I didn't get it all, and a tiny reckless part of me didn't care. I balled the towel up and put it in a small plastic bag--I had come prepared!
I was about to turn over when again, I listened to my reckless voice and stayed where I was. I didn't spoon Mum, but it was close enough, and my arm was around her waist but over the covering sheet. I gambled I could pass this off as 'nocturnal emissions' during the night if pressed. Satisfied and content I drifted to sleep.
****
Next morning, Mum was up early, and I could hear the shower going. I checked the bed sheet, running my hand over it. Some crusty flaky bits. I smiled to myself. Mission accomplished? It was looking good.
Mum emerged with just a towel around her. It wasn't the biggest towel, but it did the job.
"Sorry!" she laughed. "Thought you were still asleep."
"That's okay. It's a lovely view to wake up to!" I smiled.
"Thank you. A bit cheeky, but I'll take it." She picked out a dress. Summer print, nothing special.
"What do you think?" she asked, holding it against herself.
"You'll look great in it, Mum."
"I should get your opinion more often! Oh, I wondered if we could stay another night and go back tomorrow? Is that okay? It's a bank holiday weekend so no work for you and it promises to be a lovely day."
Time stood still as I gazed into that wonderfully open face of hers. Did she really just ask to share a bed with me for another night? Finally, I nodded. "Sure. I'm happy to. Want me to check with the reception and see if it's possible?" Please, please let it be possible!
"No need. Already done. They were a bit sniffy, but I explained we were visiting an elderly relative in hospital, and they made an accommodation for us. Which was nice."
Yes. Good old Great Aunt Judy, let not your impending demise be in vain!
Chapter Three
We had a great day. After breakfast we drove to the country park and wandered around eating ice cream. I helped Mum over a tricky bit of ground, and we held hands after that. Then we popped into Hastings. There is a warren of curios and antique shops in the Old Town, and Mum loved browsing them. She bought an old Victorian shawl purely for the pattern and workmanship rather than to wear. We grabbed a bag of chips each and wandered along the seafront. I chivvied her into a game of mini-golf, which Jenny and I loved playing as kids. One of us would always throw a tantrum if we didn't win! Mum was useless, and I stood behind her and showed her how to strike the ball. Any excuse to press against her!
Finally, we ambled up the new pier and amused ourselves in the penny arcades. It was approaching four in the afternoon, and I could see Mum was flagging. It had been a long day, and we had both caught a little too much sun.
"Do you want to get a drink, or a coffee or something? We could do with a sit-down." I asked.
"That sounds good. There is a small department store in town. I need a new nightie, something a bit cooler. It has a coffee shop as well."
"Sure, we can hop on the bus."
The bus was a classic Routemaster, and we just made it onto the open platform at the back. Mum clung to me, laughing, and we stood entwined in each others' arms for the short journey.
I let Mum take the lead at the store. Left to me, it would have been a baby doll nightie with stockings and suspenders and ruined the day. She rifled through a rack of uninspiring nightwear, and despite my best intentions, I couldn't resist pulling out a flimsy, see-through affair. "I guess this is out of the question?"
"For tonight, most definitely!" She replied tartly but with a smile. Then she asked: "Is that the sort of thing you like?"
I kept the mood light. "Think you would look a million dollars in it, Mum!"
She blushed a little but looked pleased. Eventually, she pulled out a cream floral cotton slip nightie. I figured it would end just below her bum.
"What do you think, Jakey?"
"Perfect!"
Again, she looked pleased. It was racy enough without being obvious. "Okay, I'll get this one."
"Allow me, Mum." I took the nightie and the one I picked earlier. She raised an eyebrow. "One for tonight and one for a special occasion. My treat."
She hesitated, then nodded. "Okay."
The woman cashier rang them up and packed the items in a bag. I took the bag and Mum's hand, who reddened as the woman cashier looked at us with a knowing and amused smile.
"I can't imagine what that woman thought of us!" Mum whispered.
"Oh, I imagine the worst thoughts crossed her mind!" I said cheerfully. "Now, a bite to eat and then maybe another film?" I had plans for the cinema.
"I guess, if that's what you want, dear."
"It is, Mum, it is."
I choose an Indy film. It had good reviews, and more importantly, the cinema would be half empty. We shared a pizza beforehand and then took our seats at the back. I was recreating Mum's teenage years. Funnily enough, we both enjoyed the film--it was a light romcom, and I sat with my arm around her throughout. The arms folded up, so it we had a lovely cuddle in the dark. Her arm rested near my groin at one point, and I brushed her boob several times, but it was all innocently explainable if I was of a mind to explain. I calculated that a darkened cinema would help the mood and the way Mum clung to my arm as we walked back to the car, I think it did.
We chatted about the film, but our conversation faltered as we got closer to the hotel. I picked up Mum's bag with her purchases, and we went to our room. She was silent, and I sensed her tension. It then struck me that she was my Mum, and I loved her as my Mum.
I put her bag down and gave her a Mum hug. "I've had a great day and thanks for making it fun."
Her smile was one of genuine pleasure. "I had a great time too. It was unexpected and fun."
"Good. Back to normal tomorrow."
"Yes." She sat on the bed, looking tired.
"You okay?"
"Oh, I'm fine. Just didn't want this day to end, and then there is Judy, and I was thinking about regrets in life. Missed opportunities and lacking the courage to go for them."
I wasn't sure if Mum was referring to herself or Judy. I sat next to her. "Nothing worse I guess then missing out on life and special moments." It was lame, but I didn't know what else to say.
"Yes." She slapped me on the thigh. "Still, no use moping around. I'm bushed with all that walking today. I think an early night calls. Do you mind if I use the bathroom first?"
"No problem." I stretched out on the bed and flicked open a football podcast.
Mum took her purchases into the bathroom. I entertained myself with the idea of her coming out in the flimsy see-through affair and me finally getting a glimpse of her gorgeous body. I didn't have any faith in that happening, especially as I had given her the okay to be Mum. I was disappointed and oddly proud of my maturity. Besides, I had already cum over her naked arse, so I'll take the win!
The shower shut off, and Mum took an age reappearing. I imagined her hesitating over which nightie and trying each one on. Fingers crossed. The door opened, and--it was the cream floral slip. It looked great on her, though.
"Looks fantastic, Mum. Good choice."
"Thanks." She pulled back the sheet and scuttled under it.
I guessed she was sans panties again, which was an encouraging sign. I listened to my podcast while she read. I acted normally, not wishing to spoil the relaxed mood between us. I did wonder if my stepping back had eased the pressure and helped her reassess where she wanted to go without feeling forced.
"I'll get ready," I said.
"Okay, dear."
I jumped in the shower and washed off the day's grime. I opted for tight boxers and examined my reflection. Okay, I'd bone me! Laddish self-confidence is a potent, if misguided, force! I carried my t-shirt and flopped onto the bed. My erection was under control, and I pulled up another football podcast.
It gradually darkened outside, and I noticed the book had fallen from her grasp. Mum had dozed off. Smiling, I took the book and kissed her on the forehead.
"Night, night," I whispered.
"S'night."
I climbed under the sheet and turned off the light. It had been a tiring day, and I debated about setting my watch alarm. Hell, it would be our last night. Might as well see how it plays out! I set it for two am.
****
I jerked awake and stabbed the alarm off. I gazed into the dark for a minute until my eyes adjusted. I turned over to face Mum hoping to find her peachy arse in position. No luck. She was facing me, her breathing soft and even. I wondered if I could get her to turn over.
I was wide awake now. This would be my last chance. I gently placed my hand on her shoulder and pushed her. Nothing. I tried a bit harder, but it was no use. I weighed my options. Would it be possible to cum on her tits? I assessed the mechanics and angles. My familial feelings had been replaced by raging hormones and a rock-hard cock.
"Would you like me to turn over?"
I froze. What? Did I hear right?
"Yes." I finally breathed.
Mum turned over. Her back is arched, and her bum is facing me. I wait a minute or two, then move towards her. I tug my boxers down, and my cock hits bare flesh. Fuck! I wait for a few heartbeats, then trail my cock over her arse, leaking precum as I do so.
Time to go for broke, Jakey! I shuffle closer and guide my cock between her closed legs. I freeze as she makes a slight noise. It passes. I push my cock more forcibly. Was there a slight easing between her legs? Oh, God, I can feel her slick pussy. My mother's slick pussy! I AM RUBBING MY COCK AGAINST MY MOTHER'S WET CUNT! The words scream in my head. Neon lights are popping around them. I slip my hand between her thighs and lift her left leg. There is no resistance save a tremor in her thigh muscle. Quickly I feel my way with my dick, praying I get it right the first time. Any clumsy poking and prodding could ruin the moment.
Bingo! The eagle has fucking landed! An involuntary "Oh, fuck!" escapes me as I sink into her pussy. I'm sweating heavily as reality sinks in. The enormity of what is happening is overwhelming. My cock is in my mother's cunt! She is letting me fuck her! My movements are jerky and uncoordinated. I want to say I rocked our worlds, but I was a nervous wreck, and some thirty seconds after entering her, I was frantically pumping my seed into her pussy. In my head, this was the ultimate sexual act. I was not only claiming my mother, but I was fertilising my mother's womb! I eased her leg down and rolled onto my back. Huge shuddering breaths gripped my chest. I didn't know whether to yell, laugh or cry. It was the most gut-wrenching and emotionally draining moment of my life!
Was Mum okay? I glanced at her. She was lying with her back to me and hadn't moved. I put my hand on her shoulder, and she reached up and squeezed it. Thank God! I slumped back and stared wide-eyed at the ceiling for the next hour until sleep claimed me.
****
Morning broke, and I had overslept again. My boxers were still around my thighs, and there was dried cum on me--and Mum's scent. I lifted the sheet cover and drew that delicious cocktail into my nose. A broad grin broke onto my face. I had done it! We had done it! I was elated and nervous, like a kid at Christmas. The shower cut off, and I hastily pulled up my boxers. Mum came out with her towel around her. This time, she was unfazed.
"There you are, sleepy head! We check out today and I want to get some breakfast before we go."
"Sure," I feigned a yawn. "I slept like a log last night."
"Me, too." She picked up her jeans and top and dropped the towel a fraction before she closed the bathroom door. I was treated to the sight of her glorious and sexy arse. I could have stared at it all day. I lay back and reflected that the third night was when I truly did sleep with my mother.
Epilogue
We set off home. We listened to music, sang along to hits from the nineties, and played i-Spy which I loved playing as a kid on long car journeys. Laughter and joy filled the car that day, and I didn't want it to end.
But end, it did. I still don't know what prompted my mother's behaviour. Whether it was the heat of the summer, the holiday vibe or the shadow of impending death and a sense of her own mortality. Who knows. Maybe like me, she was just horny and wanted some devilment!
And then there was the aftermath. Back to reality and living with the consequences. We did the sensible thing. Neither of us talked about what happened or even referenced it. There were no longing glances or stolen embraces. We both slept soundly after a tiring day by the seaside. That was the official line, and we stuck to that even in private.
Three months have passed, and I constantly replay that weekend in my mind. I have no idea what the future will bring or whether our omertà will hold. But on the monthly anniversary of that special night, I raise my glass to Great Aunt Judy, who passed two weeks after we returned.
So, here's to you Great Aunt Judy. You have my heartfelt thanks, and may you forever rest in peace.