“Do you know what a vibrator is?”
“Only what I’ve seen in porno films.”
“I’ll educate you on the condition you don’t touch me Mark – you must not touch me. Promise?”
“Yes, sure.”
Mark sat beside his mother on the bed. She pulled out her green waterproof vibrator and showed him its three vibrating speeds, three pulsating speed and an escalating speed.
“What hole do you use it in?”
“I don’t do anal anything, Mark.”
“Show me how it works.”
“It’s best that I don’t.”
“Use it and let my smell your pussy. I’ve promised not to touch you.”
Cynthia turned hot and bothered: “You’re really turning me on Mark. I am your mother.”
“We’re not going to fuck, if that’s what’s worrying you.”
Without another word Cynthia scrambled around Mark and lay on the bed, knees drawn up. Slowly she pulled his dress up to reveal her light brown thatch and pounty pink-edged lips.
“It’s beautiful mum.”
Cynthia’s blush deepened but she was unable to hide her delight at being spoken to like that. With increasing confidence she inserted the device into her already lubricated pussy and demonstrated its flexibility.
“I’ll have to stop now.”
“Take it away and let me see you ejaculate.”
“Mark.”
“Just do it mum.”
Her face absolutely crimson, Cynthia obliged, her son watching in awe, her pussy smell hitting his nostrils and his dick hard and fighting to break through his zip. She began moaning, fingering her clip and then breathed heavily, as if expiring. She held her pussy lips apart, eyes closed.
Mark leaned forward, concentrating on keeping calm. He saw the soupy white liquid appear and looked up to see his mother staring at him intently. Hesitating, thinking about asking her to allow him to taste it – to taste any liquid coming from her pussy – he decided against it. Suddenly two of her fingers were up against his mouth; he opened his lips and tasted mummy.
“Ohmigod, never in my life did I think I would be doing this for you.”
“I regard it as a great honor, mum. Will you allow me to watch you and Miranda?”
“The cow – she told you…”
Cynthia could tell by the stupid grin he’s tricked her. “Don’t you dare talk to her about you and me. It’s best you mention that you’d like to see her with another woman. If she nominates me, pretend to be astonished.”
Mark left the bed and Cynthia said: “I’m surprised you didn’t ask to see my tits.”
“Some other time, mum. I don’t wish to be given all the treats at once.”
They grinned and she blew him a kiss.
Mark turned at the door and whispered loudly, “Mum, if you ever feel like a fuck just call me, okay?”
“Okay,” she said, looking appalled.
Mark returned to the pool, removed his shorts and dove in. He swam to the side and looked keenly at Miranda.
“Where have you been?” she yawned.
“Catching up on some study. You best get some clothes on. Mum’s home.”
“I’ve nothing she hasn’t seen.”
“I bet.”
He grinned catching the bemused look on her face, which changed to a seriously thoughtful look. Come on Miranda, he willed; think about showing me how two babes get their action.
Jasmine’s parents were out at the movies and Mark undressed her and she unzipped him and they played for a while.