I didn’t think that it was possible for my cock to get any bigger, but I was wrong. When my fingers found her nipple, it gained another inch. She must have big ones, because even though it was covered by her bra and blouse, it was prominent. Instinctively, I knew that she would want me to pull on it, and to squeeze it. And when I did that, she started to make a noise. It was a low moan, barely audible. Thankfully, too quiet for my Father to hear. On hearing it, my chest swelled with pride. I was exciting her, so I must be doing it right.
They say that if you put a frog into a pan of water, and then slowly heat it up, the frog will sit there, even when the temperature is enough to cook it. But if you heat it up too quickly, then it hops out.
I made the mistake of doing that with my Mother. Not raising the temperature too quickly, but acting too quickly. After only playing with her nipple for a brief time, I tried to unbutton her blouse. And I did it clumsily. If my Father had been watching us, he would have noticed my hand moving under the blanket. That must have startled her, and made her realize that what we were doing was too risky, because after quickly grabbing my hand, and placing it onto my lap, she lowered the blanket. It had lasted for only a few minutes, five at the most. But if I hadn’t been stupid, then it would have gone on for a lot longer.
Twenty minutes later, the programme ended, and we all went to bed. Within minutes of entering my room, I was spurting into a tissue. But this time it didn’t satisfy me. I was frustrated, and also angry with myself for being so stupid. If only I’d taken my time, then I might have been able to get my hand inside her bra, or perhaps, because her lap was also covered by the blanket, inside her panties. As I tried to imagine what it would be like to finger her, my cock came back to life. Two minutes later, I was shooting my load again, and with an intensity that was even greater than the first time.
The next day, something surprising happened, and it was while I was at school. I managed to have a conversation with Emma without making a fool of myself. I even told her a joke, and it made her laugh. While she was laughing, I took the opportunity to admire her large breasts. Yes, they were magnificent, but given a choice between enjoying hers or my Mother’s, then I’d now pick my Mother’s every time.
You now know what I was like when I was eighteen, but what about the forty year old me? I couldn’t be more different. Shyness has been replaced by confidence, and now, without being boastful, I have to say that I’m an experienced lover. I’ve never been married, but I always have a girlfriend. And to the envy of all my male friends, the women that I date are women that they would like to have, but unfortunately, they’re out of their league.
I’d like to think that it’s my good looks and charming personality that attracts these beauties, but I know that it’s not. And it’s also not the size of my cock that makes me successful with women, though I am proud of my seven and a half inches. It’s the size of my bank balance that makes me desirable. When I was twenty two I started my own business, and it flourished. In less than three years I was a millionaire, and now, I’m well on my way to becoming a billionaire. Most people would agree, that money alone, is not a good basis for a successful relationship, and they’d be right. For me, two years with the same woman is a long time. But it doesn’t bother me when the relationship ends, because there is always another babe willing to take her place. And up to now, it’s never been love, it’s only been lust. Love is reserved for that special woman in my life, my Mother!
You would think that after she’d let me lovingly caress her breast, that we’d quickly become lovers. That the next time we were alone, she’d seduce me, and introduce me to the pleasures of the flesh. She would teach me all about sex, and I would be a willing pupil. But that didn’t happen, and it took me a while to understand why, even though she must want to do it, she was holding back. It was because she was my Mother, and society says that being intimate with your Son is a line that should never be crossed. So she was playing by the rules, resisting the feelings that she had for me.
However, a month after we’d been under that blanket together, she was unable to control herself, and I’ll tell you what happened.
It was a hot day, a scorcher, probably the hottest day of the year so far. A day for being outside, sitting in the shade and drinking ice-cold beer. And because it was a Saturday, and therefore no school, that’s what I was doing now. I’d only been in the garden for ten minutes, when my Mother joined me.
“I’ve got lots of work to do, but the weather is so nice that I’m going to have a lazy day.”
I didn’t reply, because I wasn’t sure that I could speak, so instead, I just gave her a nice smile. I’ve seen my Mother sit in the sun lots of times before. She’s always modestly dressed. Daring for her, is to expose her arms and to wear shorts. But not today, because she was wearing a bikini. And if you were to rate bikinis on a scale of one to ten, with one being those that have the least material, and ten the most, then hers was no higher than a three. And I was being generous with the scoring.
I’d always known that my Mother was an attractive woman, but until now, I hadn’t realized how good her body really was. This time she wasn’t wearing clothes that hid her curves, she was wearing something that showed them off. And I liked what was being displayed.
She was now sitting opposite me, and I was taking the opportunity to admire her body. Her tits were no match for Emma’s, but they were still a decent size, and her low cut bikini top was straining to contain them. They looked so inviting, two large pears that were ready for eating. Needless to say, my cock was already engorged with blood, but it got even bigger when I lowered my gaze.
I was now looking at her covered pussy. If she’d been sitting as a Mother should sit, when she’s wearing a skimpy bikini in the presence of her Son, then there would have been nothing to see. But her legs were wide apart, and her knees were high up, so there was indeed a lot to see.
I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I’d seen pictures of naked women before, and for some of them, the camera had only been a few inches away from their pussy. But this was a first for me. I was looking at a real one, and even though her bikini bottom was covering it, the excitement of seeing it was making my head spin.
“Would you mind putting some suntan lotion on me?”
She’d said it casually, and in a low voice, as if it was no big deal. But we both knew what the real intention of what she’d just said was. It was an excuse for me to touch her, and in places that I shouldn’t. What had started out as just a normal Saturday, was now going to become a special day.
I started on her shoulders, and while I was doing it I was looking down at her cleavage. The movement of my hands on her was making her breasts wobble. I found that both funny and exciting. Then I did her arms and stomach. Now it was time to do her legs, but when I put my hands on them, she asked me to stop.