I was sat on the sun lounger reading a book, my legs crooked up for my book to rest on, when I heard Jack come back. He was home sooner than I had expected to be honest.
"I am in the garden baby," I called.
He came out and sat on the lounger opposite me, looking a bit grumpy.
"Okay Baby?" I asked, "how was Emily?"
"We aren't a thing anymore, she split with me."
"Oh baby I am so sorry." I knew he had been hoping for a bit of 'personal relief' and a split would have been the last thing on his mind.
"It seems it has been on her mind for a while, and with lockdown, it seemed the right time to just end it whilst we can't actually go out."
"Oh baby, and just when you had hoped for a little something more personal, oh baby, I am sorry."
"Not to worry, that side of things was never that brilliant. I don't know why, I mean she went out with Tony before me and he said she was, er," he stumbled to a silence and looked a little embarrassed.
"She was a what baby?"
"Well, that she liked it a lot with him."
This was getting way more personal than I was expecting, but I didn't want to make a deal out of it and give Jack any hang ups. "Oh baby, and not with you? I mean you went with other girls before Emily didn't you?"
"Yes mum, she said I hurt her."
"Hurt her? Were you forceful Jack? Hurt her where?"
"You know mum, down there. She said I was too big. As we stood in the woods she said I could do it to myself if I liked and she would watch."
Crumbs, well, that was unexpected. I mean, I had seen his penis and yes it was large, but not damagingly so. "Baby, you cannot be too large. Women are designed to be flexible, remember the baby coming out is so much bigger than any penis going in."
"Well, she didn't like it." He was holding his phone and pressing the face, was he texting?
"I can't believe I am going to ask you this, but here we go. When you had sex with Emily, you know, did you use foreplay, you know to arouse her, to get her ready or did you just try and shove it in?"
"Mum!" He looked aghast and at that point I realised he could see straight up my skirt and with my floaty pants he could probably see more than he should. I lowered my legs.
"You know what I mean Jack, it is important, you need to caress a girl, to kiss her, to stroke her gently, to use one finger, then two or perhaps three until she is ready." My son is nineteen, I shouldn't have to explain seduction to him.
He was quiet. "I am going in mum."
"Okay. I have changed your bed. Please use what I have left on your quilt. You can close your window if you like, but it was a bit high in there."
When he had left, I raised my legs again, rested my book on my thighs and started to read again, but I couldn't concentrate on the words. I lay my head back and thought about Jack. His penis was a good size, but not anything that should cause problems, not that I had much more than a glance, or two, at it. He was perhaps a little bigger than Bill was, certainly he looked to be longer, but that should be no problem.
I looked up at the back of the house and could see that Jack had closed his bedroom window. I wondered if he had seen what I had left and if he was in the mood to use them. "Probably" I said to myself, "he is young and probably pretty much aroused all the time."
I lay there my eyes half closed and I found myself imagining him masturbating using the sock I had left him. I had the visions in my mind of when I had seen him, his hand moving his shaft up and down as he pleasured himself. What did he think of when he was doing it? Emily? I presumed so.
My right hand had fallen to my side, and I realised that I was gently touching my labia through the folds of my Cami knickers, the light material flapping against me. What was I doing? Imagining my son masturbating whilst I touched myself? That was so wrong.
I pressed a little harder, my finger slipping between my labia into my valley, which felt both hot and very wet. A flick upwards of my finger and I was on my clitoris, the electric jolt causing my breath the catch in my throat, and I gasped. The pleasure that rolled through my body took me by surprise. I had a flash of Jack masturbating himself, his hand moving quickly and at that moment my finger pressed inside me.
Oh my, I was fingering myself to a memory of my son, my finger became my son's penis and my body arched as he penetrated me, filling me, spilling inside me. I gasped loudly as my orgasm took over, my vagina clamping my finger, my nipples tingling and my bottom clenching.
"Oh god you shameless hussy" I gasped as my body relaxed after the most intense orgasm I had experienced in years. I pulled my finger to my face and sniffed, the aroma was pure sex and I licked it and then sucked it clean, the taste a memory of long ago.
'What the hell are you thinking?' I asked my self. Masturbating to images and thoughts of my son was just wrong in every way. I turned and sat up, I needed to go up and shower, a cool soaking shower to take away the aroma and memory of what had happened.
In my bedroom I quickly took my clothes off and grabbed my robe and headed to the family bathroom. I hung the robe on a door hook and got into the shower. I stood there under the torrent of water, my hands resting on the wall as the water cascaded off me, a river dropping from my crotch, looking for all it was worth as if I were peeing myself.
After I had cooled down enough I turned off the water and stepped out. I grabbed a towel and slowly patted myself dry, I didn't trust myself to rub anywhere, everywhere felt like an erotic zone, it felt as if a switch had been flicked inside me, a switch that had been turned to off when I lost Bill, and now it was very definitely on.
The door swung easily as I grabbed my robe, I had obviously forgotten to click the door too when I hurried in to shower, oh well, Jack was in his room so no harm. As I stepped out onto the landing Jack was standing there.
"Oh hi Jack" I said, my robe held to by my arm rather than its belt, I hadn't expected anyone to be there.
"That must be a good book you have mum" he said a smile on his face.
"What?" I asked, a little confused.
"Well, I just happened to look out of the bedroom window and could see that you were really enjoying it."
Oh my God, had he seen me masturbating? My face felt hot and I was sure I was flushing. "Oh, yes, not bad." What else could I say?
"Not bad? My God mum, I can't wait to see you when you get a really good book."
"Jack!" I almost shrieked. "Jack," I took a deep breath and calmed myself," Jack I don't know what you mean." Could I bluff myself out of this?
"Mum, I know I am only nineteen, but I know what it looks like when a woman touches herself and orgasms. As you would say to me, it is only natural, glad you enjoyed it, I wonder what you were dreaming of as you did it."
I had nothing to add, "Jack there are somethings a son shouldn't watch." I turned and went into my bedroom firmly shutting the door behind me.
"You've watched me." He called after me.
I sat on the bed my robe open, my heart racing and my face flushed with embarrassment. He must have seen me in his doorway as I watched him. I had only been there a moment, but he had seen me watching him. And now he had watched me, how long had he been watching? Had he seen all of it? Oh my God.
My phone dinged, a text. Distracted I picked the phone up and looked at the screen. It was a text from Jack. I pressed and opened the message. It said 'this is my inspiration' and there was a photo. An upskirt photo, I looked again more closely and I realised it was me. Me sitting on the lounger with my knees up and there, clear as day, hardly obscured by my Cami knickers, was my vagina, on full display.
Oh my God, when he had been messing with his phone earlier he must have been taking photo's of me. I hadn't given any thought to what he would have seen, and if I had, I would have imagined that my underwear would have covered me.
I didn't know what to say even less what to think. And then there was his shouted 'you have watched me'. Did he think I was encouraging him? Sending him secret messages? Messages to say that I wanted him to have sex with me? Did he? Oh my God.
There was another ding and another message came in. 'Would you like some inspiration mum?'
Oh my God. I didn't know what to do.
Ding.
I looked, it was a live stream. I pressed accept.
Jack must have propped his phone somewhere between his knees. The view was up toward his crotch, His penis standing up hard and erect, his testicles below, resting on the bed cover, wrinkled and crinkly, his grinning face just appearing before it disappeared as he lay down. His hand appeared and wrapped itself around his penis and he started moving. I could not stop watching. I knew I should. I knew I should just turn it off and delete it, I knew I should shout to him to stop. I didn't do any of that. I watched.
"I think of you mum" I heard him say, "I imagine that you are doing this" and his hand started to move faster, the head of his penis disappearing into his fist and then reappearing, faster and faster. "Mum, yes mum, that's it, squeeze it mum, yes, hold my balls mum, yes, you're the best mum, I love to look at your fanny, it is so juicy and I want to fuck you mum, oh good yes mum, faster, harder."
I think I stopped breathing, shocked at what I was watching and even more shocked at his words. He wanted to have sex with me? He was young, he could have young pretty girls not his old mum, twice his age, a mum who hadn't even thought about sex for years until this past few days.
"Oh God mum I can feel it, I am about to cum, I want to come in your fanny, fill you up, my spunk squirting out, dripping down to your arse, I want to fuck your arse, oh God mum." At that point he spurted. Oh there was such a lot. Bill just to spurt a lot, I had thought, but this was something else.
I could not stop watching as it arched out his penis, shooting high and some landing back down on his thigh, dripping and almost oozing. I heard Jack gasping, his orgasm obviously had been intense.Mum?"
"I left you a sock for that." I said and ended the call. I didn't know how I was supposed to react. I knew I should have stopped him. But I didn't. I knew I should have been outraged at his behaviour, but I wasn't. I just sat there, my robe over my shoulders, my vagina exposed and twitching. I squeezed my thighs together and felt a little electric rush. Oh my God. I was turned on by my son.
The door opened and Jack came in. He was naked, his penis still partially erect. "Mum?"
"That was wrong Jack" I managed, my voice more croaky than I would have liked. "You should save that kind of behaviour for your girlfriends."
"Well I don't have one do I? And I can't get one because of this fucking lockdown."
"That doesn't mean you can behave like that to your mother. I am twice your age, saggy and I haven't seen or thought of things like that since your father passed and nor have I wanted to. That was wrong Jack."
"You watched me."
"I was passing and your door was open, I glanced in, as soon as I saw what you were doing I moved away. I did not watch you."
"You sat there with your fanny all exposed to me. You fingered yourself to orgasm in the garden and I have heard you in the shower."
"I did not realise I was exposing myself to you, I thought my underwear kept me covered. I certainly did not expose myself on purpose, and I don't know what you heard in the shower, I only wash."
Jack walked closer until he stood right in front of me. His penis right in front of me, drops of sperm on the end. His erection was returning, and his penis began to point at me, large, hard and moist. Ready. He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed, I fell back on the bed. My robe open, my breasts and sex fully exposed.
Jack leant forward, his arms resting on the bed, his torso lowering and his penis touched my sex. "I don't believe you mum." He pushed forward and my body betrayed my mind and opened up to him and my son penetrated me, he was inside me. He pushed hard and filled me, I felt him stretching my vagina, reaching my depth and widening me as much as I thought I could take.
He began to pull back, slowly to leave, my vagina slowly relaxing from the intrusion, but he pushed back in and then he began a steady rhythm. He filled me, completely, pushing the bottom of my vagina deeper inside my body, it felt like his was pulling my labia inside too. A he reached my depth his body pressed hard against my clitoris, squashing it against me, stimulating me in ways I had long forgotten.
I heard myself grunting as he had me, as he fucked me, hard and unrelenting, his movement increasing in speed, overwhelming my senses, I was unable to say anything or do anything, the pleasure was too much, I could not stop him, nor, I realised, did I want him to stop. I felt the large head of his penis as it moved inside me, I felt him slide past the scary remnants of my hymen, I felt the engorged veins of his shaft as they slid past the entrance of my vagina.
Harder he moved, his pubis crashing painfully onto me, my clitoris engorged and sore erupted and an orgasm rolled through my body. Sharp tickles, like electric shocks, shot from my groin to my nipples and my finger tips, I screamed as the pleasure overtook me.
Jack stopped and pulled out, standing back he grabbed me and flipped me over and pulled my robe up, fully exposing my backside. I felt as he nudged between the cheeks of my bottom and felt as he pressed his penis against me. Bill and I had done it that way a few times, but always slowly and with some oil. Jack just pressed and pressed until my sphincter relaxed and he pushed inside me.
It hurt and it hurt enough that I began to regain my senses and try to get my body back under control. Jack started fucking my backside, faster and harder, his balls swinging as he thrust, slapping against the edge of my vagina and any attempts at control were lost.
He filled me, he filled my bottom in a way Bill never had, it was here that I had a full realisation of just how big Jack was, how filling and how flexible my body was, able to take him as he used me for his needs. As he fucked I heard the slap slap sound of his stomach as it bounced off my bottom cheeks, and realised I was grunting in time to his thrusts. His stomach slapped, my mouth grunted. His fucking was causing my body to slide slightly on the bed, the sheet rubbing against my clitoris, stimulating and his balls crashing onto my vagina also tickled and aroused me.
His movements became slower yet deeper, not as frenetic but somehow harder and I heard him grunt as he thrust. He pulled back and pushed back in and grunted again. He had ejaculated, emptying his balls inside me. I felt his weight on the bed as he stood up, his penis slipping out of me, a farty slurp sound as it left, I could feel the air as it blew around inside my bottom, I knew I would be gaping until my sphincter recovered.
He turned me over again, once more I was on my back and as I looked down, I saw he was between my thighs. He kissed my clitoris and sucked it into his mouth, and then ran his tongue down the valley of my sex lapping at my entrance. I realised I was clutching the sheet between my fingers as he pleasured me. He licked and sucked my clitoris and I felt his fingers penetrate me. Two, perhaps three, fingers moved inside me, finger fucking me as his tongue worked my clitoris and I screamed. My back arched up off the bed, my whole body was rigid, in spasm as the biggest orgasm I could recall exploded in my body.
I was spent.
Jack stood. His face was glossy and shiny with my juices. I looked down, his penis now flaccid was wet and glossy too. I did not look at myself, I couldn't. I didn't dare say anything.
"That is what I dream off when I am wanking. You. Now you know." He turned and left my bedroom. I stayed laying there, my legs splayed apart, my feet on the floor, my body sore and I was pretty sure leaking his fluids.
I did not know how to react. Sex with my son was wrong. I was pretty sure that I hadn't instigated it in any way. I hadn't said 'no', nor had I said 'yes'. I had just let him use me. But, and here was a thing, that had been the most intense orgasm I had ever had. Did that mean that I had just had the best sex I had ever had?
I struggled to my feet and went into my ensuite, turning the shower on to needle and hot. My robe fell to the floor and I stepped in. I took the hand unit and sprayed up between my legs, washing my abused crotch, my sphincter not quite closed and I felt the hot water as it entered. I douched as best as I could and then, with the water off I just stood and dripped dry.
How could I continue? How could I face Jack? He had pretty much forced himself on me, in me, ejaculated inside me, and I am his mother. That should not happen. I decided that I would ignore it. I would say nothing. I would behave as if it hadn't happened. What else could I do? I certainly could not go into a sexual relationship with my son.
At dinner we said nothing about the earlier events. I was dressed in my skirt, cami knickers, and a patterned blouse that was most definitely not sheer. I was decent. Jack wore a T shirt and joggers. I had done meatballs and spaghetti for tea, an innocent enough meal I thought. Perhaps I should have cooked elephant, there was a big enough one in the room.
I looked across at Jack as he ate, in fairness, he was a hell of an attractive young man, but he was my son and as such, there were 'things' that should not happen, should not have happened. He speared a meatball and slowly brought it to his mouth, wrapped his lips around it and sucked it as it sat speared on the fork. Did he think that this was suggestive? Well, if he did, then yes it was. In my mind's eye I imagined his lips on my nipple as if it were the meatball. Oh shit, this was ridiculous. My nipples hardened and I felt them brushing against my blouse. Jack would surely see them, know my arousal.
I felt a mild discomfort between my legs and knew that I was wet, very wet, my knickers would have to go into the wash, and I would probably have a tell-tale dark spot on my skirt right where I had sat on it. Was he hard I wondered, well, of course he was. He was young, and young men were, as I recalled from my teens, pretty much hard all the time. As he sucked on the meatball my mind went back to earlier, the feeling of his penis as he had me, stretched me, plumbed my depth and gave me the biggest orgasm I had ever had. Could I reject that, could I stop it happening again?
After dinner I rinsed the plates and stacked them in the dishwasher, conscious of Jack looking at me as I bent forward to put the plates on the lower rack. Was there a wet spot on my skirt? I was sure that there would be, and I felt the flush grow and reach down to my crotch. My wet crotch.
"I'll grab some wine mum, and we can watch a film."
"Okay sweetheart," I replied, determined to keep my wits about me, I intended to only sip at the wine. "What are we going to watch?"
"How does Black Widow sound?"
"Okay." I was not a real fan of the super hero films, always too much fighting. I had expected him to pick something with a lot of sex in it, and that would have been okay with me, I never really got turned on by watching people have sex in films or have TV, same with pornography. My brain just dismissed it as false. Hearing the couple next door having loud sex, as I sometimes did, or hearing Jack masturbate, were other matters entirely, that did arouse me.
Finished in the kitchen, I went and sat on the sofa. There was a glass of white on the side table ready. "Thanks Jack," I said as I picked it up and took a sip. Jack was getting the film ready, skipping through the adverts and preamble. I wondered if they irritated everyone else as much as they did us?
Jack shuffled along the sofa to be closer to me and took a draught of his wine. It wasn't a sip, it was almost the whole glass full. "Come on mum, the wine will go off leaving it open like that," he laughed and settled back, resting his shoulder against mine.
I sat watching the TV with little interest, the lead actress was attractive enough I supposed, but I had never really been attracted to women. There had been a few girls at university that had expressed an interest in me, but it had never been reciprocated. I much preferred a penis in my mouth than the idea of my tongue running over some girl's vulva. It didn't bother me in the slightest that girls might like to, I just didn't want to.
As the film progressed and the fighting scenes became more frequent, I let my mind roam back to the days of exploration in my teens. I was aware than Jack had his hand on my leg, more my thigh to be honest, but I just ignored it. My mind drifted back to my teens and I remembered the first time I discovered that straight boys also liked their backside being played with, and how those that did had always made sure that they were scrupulously clean.
I remembered unintentionally running my tongue back from my then boyfriend Tim's scrotum to the area between his balls and his anus and how he had almost climaxed on the spot. I discovered that a tongue dabbing and pressing at his anus gave me a power over the boy that nothing else would equal.
When I first went with Bill and gave him my 'special' treatment he then became the only man I ever went with. His pleasure at my hands was more than he had ever experienced, and determined to be my equal, he learned how to repay me, to use is tongue and bring me to multiple orgasms, often holding me on the edge until I was about to explode, before releasing me into the biggest moment I had ever experience. It had been a revelation having my backside licked and sucked, who would have known girls liked it too?
The film was carrying on and I realised as I came back to the present that Jack had his hand rather high, he was grazing my vulva, almost as if my accident but I doubted that was the case. I was determined to do nothing to encourage him, but I could not help the little gasps that escaped when the contacts became more pressing. In trying to ignore Jack and his behaviour my mind went back to memories of Bill.
We had sat on the sofa one evening after dinner, actually on more than one evening, and had lain in each other's arms. He had turned and started kissing my ear, always a turn on, and then his hand had cupped my breast, and fingers found a hardening nipple beneath my blouse. I could feel that hand, those fingers, even now, and then his other hand had found its way between my legs and had rubbed my sex through my panties. I gasped at the memory, so intense, my memories replaying the feelings that I had back then, intense feelings, almost climaxing as Bill touched me.
Bill had turned and knelt before me, widening my knees, and then leaning forward he had licked my panties, blowing as he moved. His hot purses of breath finding their way through the fabric and tickling my clitoris and along my valley, I had widened my legs as far as I could, and as I leant back in memories of loving days gone, I glanced down and realised that Jack was on his knees, licking my panties, blowing along my vulva just as his dad had done.
I knew I should stop him, but I had missed that opportunity when I had reverted into my memories. I felt my panties being pulled to one side and Jack's tongue ran along my labia, teasing them apart, pressing in, teeth nibbling at my clitoris, and then I felt his invasion as fingers pushed past my entrance and entered me.
"God, Jack, no son, no," I managed but he ignored me and started moving his fingers inside me, stretching me, stimulating, catching my G spot as his tongue pressed hard at my clitoris. His mouth moved down, and his hands moved to the waist of my panties, gripping them, forcing my legs closed as he pulled them down, once more revealing my private place to the one person who, having entered the world via it, should not see it again and definitely not re-visit it.
He pulled me to the edge of the sofa, my legs closing as he pulled my panties down and off. He pressed my legs apart again and his head was once more at my vulva. I felt his tongue slide along my crease, slowly his tongue pushing my labia apart and pressing at my entrance.
"God mum you are absolutely soaking," he said between licks. No surprise, I had always been hugely aroused by oral sex, the roughness of a tongue on my soft delicate skin could often bring me to orgasm, and that was something that Bill knew and used to bring me to the boil.
My breath held in my throat, I could not speak, I could not say 'NO', the one word I knew I should say out loudly. I could not, the truth is I was beyond resistance. I couldn't even attempt to push his head away, I was lost in a wash of pleasure, of memories of Bill and the orgasm that was building. I felt the heat rise in my groin, I felt my heart pound in my chest, my toes scrunched and then the electricity exploded from my groin and blasted to my nipples and to my lips, my ears, my fingers and my toes.
My silent scream almost deafened me, but no sound left my mouth as my back arched and my body spasmed. The pleasure pulsed through my body, in ways I had not felt since Bill, I was lost once more as Jack took me over the edge.
Jack took my hands and pulled me to my feet and lead me up the stairs. I followed numbed my what was happening, drained by the orgasm that he had bestowed upon me. He took me into my bedroom and undid the buttons on my blouse and pulled it from me, my skirt was next, and as it fell to the floor, I was naked in front of my nineteen year old son. He pushed me backwards and as my legs reached the bed, I fell back to lay sideways across my bed.
I looked up at my son. The one person who should not be there in front of me as I lay naked on my bed, my once marital bed where Bill and I enjoyed so many pleasures together, now barren for three years. Jack pulled off his top and his shorts and stood before me, as naked as I was. I looked to his middle and his penis was hard and jutting forward, ready for the action he wanted, that I wanted.
It was wrong, I knew that; I also knew that Jack looked very like Bill, I knew that my mind was playing games, juxtaposing Bill with Jack. I knew that I had allowed Jack to arouse me, to bring me to this point where I wanted my son inside me. I knew that the first time I should have rebuffed him, slapped him, forced him away, but I hadn't done that, I had allowed him to have sex with me and I had been pleasured more than I had in years.
Jack knelt on the bed and leant forward, I felt his penis graze the outer lips of my sex and resting on one hand, he used his other hand to push his penis along my valley, to my entrance, and then with a push, he was inside me. I felt the big bulbous end of his penis as it penetrated my vagina, passing my G spot. I felt the veins on the shaft of his penis as the followed behind, stretching me open. I felt his penis reach bottom and then my labia pulled inside me as he pushed and filled me to my maximum.
He was exorcising Bill. My loving memories of my husband, his father were being edited and replaced with Jack, our son. Jack pulled back a little, my vagina struggling to return to normal, and then he slammed back into me, his pubis crushing my vulva, pushing my lips apart, pressing my clitoris flat against me. I gasped out loud as his testicles crashed against me just below my vagina.
"You're mine now mum," he gasped as he drove into me, "I am going to fuck you every morning, every afternoon, every evening and every night. And you are going to beg me to stop, but I won't. This is lockdown mother and you are mine to fuck as often as I want."
He was right. I was, and I knew he would. Bill, I loved you, but I also love my son, and he is he
I lay in bed my body had been used by Jack to satisfy his needs, my vagina feeling sore and swollen, my backside sore and my throat also. He had kept to his word, he had fucked me in the afternoon, he had fucked me after tea, he had fucked me when we went to bed and he had fucked me in the morning when he awoke. None of it felt wrong. Jack kept making me cups of tea, "to keep your chipper up," he had said. I know I felt a little woolly but that was lockdown, it did that to people. I read that.
I looked across towards the window, glad for the respite, Jack off playing computer games in his old room, old, as he now slept in mine. "Perhaps I shall call you Eloise, rather than mum" he had said this morning. Dust danced in the rays of light that came in and they made a shape, it was Bill. He looked at me, a loving smile on his face, a kiss on his lips, and as he walked towards me, I felt his embrace, his kiss on my lips, his hand on my breast.
Bill dipped forward and sucked my left nipple into his mouth, it was always my left nipple first, I never knew why. I hadn't noticed at first, but then, after so many times, I realised. He favoured my left, his right when he faced me, and both our lefts when he embraced me from behind. Today was no different.
I felt his arousal grow, his hardness pressing against my stomach, I reached down and gripped him through his trousers, Bill smiled. Using both hands, I undid his belt and then his trousers, pulling down his zip, I pushed his trousers to his feet, and then I knelt before him.
I ran my tongue around him, pushed his foreskin back, and licked around the helmet of his cock, running a tongue beneath its rim. I dabbed at the slit at the end and then sucked, a brief salty taste and then it was gone. I held his balls, his magnificent and beautiful balls in my hand and rolled his testes around inside their sac. My mouth engulfed him, and his cock slid down my throat, past my tonsils and deep down my throat.
He let me fellate him for a few moments then pulled me back to my feet, kissed me and ran a finger down the crease between my labia. Oh my goodness, the feeling was blissful, and my breath gasped as a finger slid past my entrance, it was inside me. 'Oh Bill' I gasped, 'this is wonderful.'
"Love me always," Bill whispered as his finger worked its magic, he was teasing my clitoris at the same time his finger was penetrating me. I loved Bill inside me. I lay back and eased my legs apart, and as Bill entered me with his cock, my fingers scrunched on his back, no doubt leaving marks as my nails raked across him.
Bill pushed some more and I was filled, and as I looked up at Bill he face morphed and he became Jack.
"Yes Eloise," Jack called as he began to fuck me, early morning, the second time today, and his cock seemed to get bigger every time, stretching me to my limits, reaching every inch of my vagina, perhaps even into my womb. But it was okay, it was right, Jack had explained, we were locked down and needed each other, and I was his mum and nothing would hurt us.
"Shall I make you pregnant Eloise? Shall I put a baby inside you to grow and live off you?" The thought of a baby inside me was tantalising yet scary. I didn't think I could get pregnant again, I never had after Jack, perhaps it had been Bill firing blanks, perhaps it was me that was barren. If it wasn't me, then the amount of sperm that Jack was depositing in me was bound to make me pregnant.
He pushed hard into me and held, his cock spurting inside me, sending baby makers into my womb. He pulled back and then leant over my face. "Suck my cock clean Eloise, suck me clean."
I opened my mouth and sucked his cock inside. I ran my tongue around, licking, sucking, tasting. I could taste me, my wetness on his cock, sweet, where his own taste was slightly salty. As I sucked, he began to stiffen again. I wondered if he would spurt down my throat, send his baby makers to my stomach.
He pulled back and reached for a mug on the bedside table. "Here you are Eloise," he said, "I made you a cup of tea, drink it up, there's a good girl."
Strong tea, with sugar, he knows I don't like sugar, but he had been thoughtful enough to make it, so I drank it down. As I put the cup down, I felt drowsy, he was keeping me awake so much of the night as he had sex with me, it was hardly surprising I was tired so much these days.
I awoke later and went to the ensuite to pee. "A shower would be good," I said to myself and turned the shower on. As the water warmed, I went to take my nightie off and realised I was already naked. I shrugged and got into the shower, the hot water making me feel awake and more with it. I poured shower gel onto my palm and rubbed it over myself, cleansing, and then I used the scrunchie to exfoliate.
Finished, I turned the water off and got out and grabbed a towel to dry myself. I did feel a little unsteady for a moment. I leant on the bathroom wall, I just seemed so tired.
"Oh good, you're up," Jack said, "come with me, no need to dress." He wasn't dressed I noticed. It seemed normal to be naked.
I followed Jack and we went downstairs and through the patio door. We were outside into the back garden.
"It's raining" I said, drops landing on me, pitters and patters across my breasts and back. The flowers were dripping water and the trees around the garden were bowed with the weight of their water load. The rain seemed make me heavier.
"Yes Eloise, natures shower." He took my hand and led me to the lawn. "Lay down Eloise," he commanded.
I lay down, the sky was grey above us, water falling as rain, the grass I lay on was soaked, the soil was saturated, it almost felt like having a shower whilst laying in a bath. The rain wasn't warm like a shower, but it wasn't cold either.
"Back to nature Eloise," Jack said and then he was Bill. Bill and I had lain on the grass and made love in a rain shower, more than once, his tongue gently sliding between my lips and pressing at my entrance. I could feel his tongue entering me, his finger grazing at my back passage, the rain falling on his back and then dripping onto me.
I curled my toes and scrunched them into the grass, the wet blades tickling, the water beneath me warming from my body heat. I felt his penis at my entrance and then he pushed in, slowly, the head of his penis opening me and then his shaft following behind, filling me, stretching me apart.
Bill kissed me as we made love, his movements slow but complete, almost leaving me, pressing back and fully in. His body pressing against me, opening my labia and crushing against my clitoris, my vagina filled, sucking him back in as he pulled back.
I opened my eyes and Jack stared back at me, his fucking increasing in tempo, harder he pushed, his eyes intent, focussed on mine, almost a carnal desire, rather than the love that Bill showed. I dug my nails into his back as my orgasm built, the grunting from my lips not his, my breath held, my back tightening and then the explosion.
I spasmed, my back rigid, the electricity shooting from my crotch to my toes and finger tips, pulses flowed throughout and my vagina clamped holding and then ejecting his penis, his penis still spurting as it left, coating my labia with his seed. I lay back drained, spent, so tired.
"Too soon Eloise, too soon. We will have to fuck again soon if we are to knock you up." Jack stood and looked down at me, "I shall go and make you a tea, you probably want to shower, your cunt is covered."
I lay there for a moment, Bill's face hovering at the edge of my view, rain now landing over all my body, spits and splats hitting my nipples, my eyelids, momentarily blinding me. I sat up, at least that gave my face some protection. I turned to my side and stood, a little unsteady; the rain wasn't easing yet wasn't heavy enough to wash myself. I would need the ensuite.
After I had showered, I headed downstairs. "Your tea is on the Island" Jack said pointing to the mug. I sat on the stool and hugged my tea and as I looked down, I realised I hadn't dressed again. Oh well, it was lockdown, no one was coming to visit, the house was warm, clothes were just something else to wash and iron. It seemed odd though that I didn't remember to dress myself. But then, if Bill or Jack were going to keep undressing me, what was the point in dressing.
I looked around for my phone, but I wasn't sure where I had left it. "Jack, have you seen my mobile?" I asked. My mind was fuzzy, I really couldn't remember where I had it last.
"No Eloise, don't worry, you don't need it, we are all in lockdown, I will let you know when anything changes.
I shrugged, he was right, I didn't need it, what was I going to do? These days I just wandered around the house or dozed; I did seem to be so very tired.
After I had drunk my tea I looked across at Jack. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, naked as was I, his penis hanging down between his legs, a glass of water in his hand. I had no feelings of desire, his penis just hung there, and I looked away, I was not interested. My vagina felt numb, my mons was sore, and my backside ached from the stretching.
"Come on Eloise, I think I need your mouth." Jack said, beckoning me over.
I stood before him and looked at Bill as his love shone like a beacon. I knew what Bill loved, he loved me to pleasure him with my mouth. I knelt before him and kissed his penis, my hands holding his large testicles, rolling his balls inside like marbles in a sac. He hardened in my mouth, I knew what he needed, and pushed his foreskin back with my mouth, my tongue dabbing at the small slit at the end.
I used a hand to hold his foreskin back and licked around the rim of his cock head, my tongue lightly dabbing under its rim. I could feel the pulses in his penis as his arousal grew, and his desire for me increased. I looked up and at first Bill looked down and I smiled as I felated him, and when I blinked it was Jack once more.
I was finding it confusing as my mind flicked between memories of Bill and the realities of my son Jack. I did not understand what was happening. Jack was my son, I knew I should not be engaging in sex with him, but he looked so much like my late husband, and I did so miss Bill, and where was the harm, it was just the two of us, forced to only enjoy each other's company due to lockdown.
Jack pulled my head from his penis and pushed me back, I lay on the kitchen floor, the tiles cool on my back, but hard and unforgiving. Jack knelt between my legs, I longed for the touch of his tongue on my clitoris, wanted it to slide along my valley, yearned for it to dip inside me.
Jack leant forward and I felt his penis as it nudged the entrance to my vagina. 'No, fanny," I thought, 'his cock is nudging my fanny and he is going to fuck me, to shag me and make me pregnant, to make me his the way Bill did.' He entered me. I felt his foreskin roll back as he pushed inside me, I felt the rim of his cock as it brushed past my G spot. I felt the pressure as he reached my limit, but still he pushed.
He began to move, thrusting, pushing, his pubis slapping against my mons, my shoulder blades complaining as they were pressed against the hard floor.
I heard my gasps and grunts as he fucked me and squeaks as my back slid against the tiled floor. There were squishy noises as his cock moved within me. I wanted to feel something, but I didn't. I had been used so much that I just lay there and let him do what he wanted.
I vaguely heard a knock at the door and Jack got up, simply pulling out of me, leaving me gaping. I saw him put on his gown and open the door. I heard a commotion, there were raised voices, Jack arguing, other voices calm but insistent.
And then my sister Fenella walked in. "Els, what the fuck?" She asked looking at me naked, Jacks sperms dripping from me.
"Oh Hi, Fen"
"Jeez Els, you're naked, are you fucking your son, jeez."
Jack turned toward Fenella, "As you can see, quite clearly for yourself Auntie, mum is fine. We are just staying in keeping ourselves to ourselves, keeping each other company. Andy anyway, how are you even here, why aren't you locked down at your house?"
"I have been trying to get my sister on the phone for nearly two weeks, nothing, no reply. I was concerned, I came here to check up on her, make sure she was okay. I did not expect to find an iniquitous relationship."
"Oh don't be silly Fen, I just lost my phone. Wearing clothes just means creating laundry. We're not going anywhere, it's just me, Bill and Jack, we're fine."
"I don't fucking think so Els, Bill is dead, you know that."
"His memory lives with me Fen, and we make so much love in this house, Oh it is so good Fen.
"You are far from fine Els. I am staying. I shall lockdown here with you."
"Oh will you Auntie?" Jack said.
"Oh stop bickering, I am so tired," I said as I wandered across to the sofa and sat down."
"I do think you should put clothes on Els, it's not right parading naked around in front of Jack."
"Fiddlesticks Fen." I sighed. It was all so exhausting.
My sister Fenella has arrived and is now staying with us, we were confined together, so to speak.
"Right then Ella, chicken soup and I have some freshly baked bread." Fen did the cooking, I was in a bit of a funk, almost depressed, not over the sex with Jack, that was just sex, but the memories of Bill that had felt so real.
Jack came down from showering. He filled and turned on the kettle. "I am making us some tea," he said.
"Not for me," Fen said. Jack ignored her and warmed the teapot under the hot tap. He scooped in some of his special leaves from the caddy and then added the boiling water. He stirred and then got three mugs, and decanted three teas using the strainer. A splash of milk in each and He put one in front of each of us.
"Drink up, it will help rehydrate you, come on, before it gets too cold."
Fen pulled a face at me and started sipping at hers. I was used to the taste by now and so just drank it, sipping because of temperature rather than taste.
"What is this Jack?" Fenella asked.
"Herbal," Jack replied, "is good, honestly you will feel the benefits in a few minutes."
Jack went and sat on the sofa looking out across the back garden, Fenella and I just sat on the stools at the counter sipping at our tea. "I keep thinking of when we were young," Fenella said quietly.
"Yes, me too." I answered, and I was, I remembered our hugs and cuddles and explorations.
"We were close," Fenella softly said, "so close."
"Sisters and lovers Fen, sisters and lovers. Now, what are we?"
"I can still remember how you tasted Els."
"And me you, I get so turned on with those memories, but Bill, well, you know?"
"I have to tell you something, Els, something awful."
"I already know Fen, and Jack, Jack is so like Bill was."
"You knew? How?"
"Bill told me. We had no secrets?"
"You didn't say anything."
"No, there was no point, and anyway, Bill always came home to me."
"I see so much of Bill in Jack, it's scary."
"Yes, I get lost when he has me, sometimes I see Bill, sometimes Jack."
"I can see that, I wonder what Jack sees in me?"
"You will find out soon I have no doubts."
"Oh, you think he will..."
"Have no fear, you will join him, us, perhaps today, perhaps tomorrow."
Fenella shivered and drained her tea. "Mm, perhaps, oh I do feel odd."
"Odd, how odd Fen?"
"Sort of squidgy inside, not bad, just odd. Must be the tea."
"I've felt squidgy for ages, sometimes I hardly know where I am, I get lost in my memories with Bill."
"And then Jack brings you round?"
"Yes, just exactly that."
"What are you two being all secretive about?" Jack asked.
"Oh nothing Jack," Fenella replied, "just reminiscing."
"About dad?" He asked.
"Yes, a bit," I replied, "and how you do look like him when he was younger."
"Strong DNA mum," he laughed, "come and sit on the sofa."
I got up and sat next to Jack, Fenella sat the other side of him, he was the sandwich meat between us sisters. I put my hand on his thigh and looked at him, oh he was so like Bill. I remembered siting on the sofa, my hand on Bill's leg and him saying that he had an apology to make. That he had slept with my sister, and I had said that I wasn't surprised, she was like that, but that was okay as he was with me now.
Bill turned and kissed me and cupped my breast, I slid my arm up his leg and felt his hard cock, ready, wanting. Fenella then pulled him away and kissed him, taking my hand off his cock she started stroking him instead.
I watched them as they kissed each other and then Fenella's clothes seemed to dissolve and she sat and straddling him, her naked breasts pressing against his chest, his cock buried deep inside her. I closed my eyes and lay back on the sofa, my finger tracing along my valley, imaging it was Bill doing it, not me.
I opened my eyes, my memories dissolving, the garden outside coming into focus, next to me Fenella was on Jack, they were shagging, her eyes closed as she rocked back and forth, Jack's hips flexing up and down as they coupled. I wondered if that is how Bill and Fenella had done it? If that is how they looked when she had shagged my husband. It didn't matter, it was only sex, Bill always came back to me, I made sure no one could shag Bill better than me.
Jack grunted and thrust upwards, I guessed he had finished. Fenella rolled to the side and sat smiling.
"Remember Els," she said, "remember?"
"Yes Fen," I answered and I got up and knelt between her legs and licked. I remembered how we used to lick each other, how it was better after we had masturbated, or sometimes after we had sex with dad, his juices running to be tasted and swallowed, rubbing our clitorises until the explosion of pleasure made our fannies sweeter to suck.
I licked and ran my tongue along her valley down to her opening, sucking up the white residue that Jack had given her, cleaning her, sweetening her. "Oh Els, that is so good," Fenella whispered as my tongue brought her to a quivering climax.
Whilst I was cleaning Fenella Jack had made more tea. "Come on girls, have some more tea," he called. I got up and held my hand out to Fenella, helping her up and we went and sat on the stools and sipped at out tea. Jack was smiling at us. "This lockdown is going to be good mum," he said, "Auntie Fen is here to enjoy too."
The sun was shining, the garden was hot and welcoming, Jack threw some towels on the grass and we went and laid down naked, the sun warming us, sipping at another of Jack's teas, the world felt good. I was on my back, my hands folded behind my head, my legs apart, the sun warm on my sex. I felt a breath and looked down, Fen was at my crotch, blowing along my valley, her fingers teasing my lips apart.
A shadow came over me and I looked up and Jack was crouching above me, his cock hard and wanting. As Fen started licking my fanny I stretched up and sucked Jack into my mouth, his cock reaching down into my throat. I remembered how Bill would love me to suck his cock in the garden, fucking my mouth, spurting his seed down my throat into my stomach. I used my lips to push Bill's foreskin back, his skin wrinkling below his cock rim, his helmet hard in my mouth, his skin soft on his shaft.
I moved my head, wanking Bill with my mouth, his masculine scent strong in my nostrils, his taste potent in my mouth. My fanny was warming, I could feel my arousal grow as I sucked Bill, my desire increasing.
"Oh yes mum," Jack cried and his seed spilled down my throat.
"Save some for me," Fen cried and I tried to not swallow, tried to maintain Jack's sperms in my mouth. Jack rolled away and Fen dived up to my mouth and kissed me, her tongue probing, seeking, her mouth sucking me until she had emptied my mouth of Jack.
I lay back my mind a mish mash, I had memories of Fenella from when we were young overlapping the realities of today. I had Jack and Bill swapping in my sight, first one then the other, I hardly knew where my memories and my reality overlapped. It didn't matter. Life was good and carefree. We loved. A seagull barked overhead, and I briefly found myself in the present, lucid, and feeling empty.
Bill gently kissed me on my breast, his mouth warming my nipple as Fenella ran her tongue along my sex, pressing my lips apart, exploring my valley. Bill clamped my nipple with his teeth, not hard, not painful, but me unable to pull away. I felt a finger enter me, slide inside me, scratching at my wrinkle spot, another finger sliding on the skin between my bottom and my fanny. Would it go back I wondered, and enter the forbidden land, only nowadays it is the not so forbidden land. It didn't, it moved softly along my perineum, not quite tickling, but arousing, stimulating.
Bill kissed me, his hands holding my breasts, slowly massaging them, teasing at my nipples as his tongue sought mine. The finger inside me left, leaving me feel voided, and Jack slowly inserted his cock into me, filling my void, stretching me, Fenella sucking my breast, her teeth softly biting my nipple as Jack started thrusting, shagging me, pressing deep, his face looming over Fenella.
Fenella pulled away from my breast and lay beside us, her fingers working her clitoris as Jack pressed at mine as his thrusts got harder, my sex squashed open, flattened, my mons pounded.
I heard Fenella gasping as she brought herself to completion, memories of me using my fingers on her flooding my mind as Bill shagged me, his cock opening me wide, filling my space with his man meat. Fenella kissed me, her head filling the space that was Bill, and as her tongue sought mine, my orgasm grew and I erupted, screaming into Fenella's mouth as Jack spurted inside me. I slumped back.
As I opened my eyes I saw that Fenella was kneeling in front of Jack, sucking at his cock, her chin on his balls, he was in deep. I rolled to the side and went to the loo, and as I peed I saw globs of white dropping down into the pan. These days I was never quite sure what was memory, what was imagination and what was actually happening. It didn't matter though, we were all here, stuck in the house, mother, son, sister, and what else were we to do?
I went upstairs and turned on the shower, and as I went to undress, I was surprised that I had already taken my clothes off, I didn't remember doing that. Oh well. I had the shower on rainfall setting and just let the water cascade over me, enjoying the warm water as it flowed across my shoulders, my breasts and then poured like a stream from my crotch. I was a little confused, it seemed that Bill was here one minute and then he wasn't here at all, it was Jack, but why was Jack making love to me, that should be my husband not my son. And then Fenella, she and I used to kiss and touch, but that is when we were teenagers at home with mum and dad, often after dad had been with one of us, not so many years later when we had husbands and children. Where was Fenella's husband?
And then I remembered, they had divorced, I think he found out about her affair with Bill. Silly man, I knew about it and Bill always came back to me. A dalliance was of no concern, but he seemed all outraged. Foolish man, I would not give up Fenella's fanny, not if I had the chance of keeping it close to hand and mouth. Silly man.
"Oh, here you are," Fenella said, her voice interrupting my moment of lucidity.
"Yes, just having a shower. I feel so good now."
"Mm, I might do the same, do you mind?"
"Oh no Fen, of course not."
She got in beside me, the water now falling over us both. I put my arms around her, our boobs pressed together.
"Feels so long ago now," she said, "when we were at home with mum and dad."
"Yes, it does, but the memories keep coming back as if they are real and happening now."
"I know."
"It's not right."
"No."
"I think Jack is drugging me, us."
Fenella stood back and looked at me. "The fucking tea," she said.
"I can't stop him."
"We can, together surely?"
"I don't know. When I see him I see Bill, and I could never say no to Bill."
She pulled me to her and whispered in my ear. "We have to stop drinking that tea."
"We could just throw it away."
"I bet he has more."
"Oh what can we do?"
When Jack made us our tea later, I just sipped at it, and when he left the room with Fenella, I knew not why, I quickly tipped it down the sink, all but a small drop which he would see me finish, I would make sure of that. I was feeling almost myself, it would take a few more hours for whatever he had given me to wear off, but at least I had my own mind back.
I heard the sounds of sex and as I went searching. I looked into the front room, he had Fenella bent over, on her knees on the sofa. He was standing behind her and was using her bottom, not her fanny. Fenella was grunting as he pushed in, not in pain, just in fulfilment. Jack was saying something in her ear, I couldn't hear what, and I could see his balls swinging below him as he shagged her.
"Oh shit, yes Auntie, yes," and he thrust in hard and held it, I guessed he had cum.
He turned and saw me standing in the doorway, "Come over here Eloise," he said. I had to behave as if I had drunk his tea, I fixed a big smile on my face and walked over.
"Clean me Eloise, clean me."
I needed to behave normally, not get him suspicious, not yet. knelt before him and sucked his cock into my mouth and started slavering, wet soggy slurps along his cock, sucking, swallowing, not thinking of where that cock had just been. Fenella was still on the settee, bent over, his white goop dripping from her anus. I think my brain was getting back into its own groove. This was wrong and I knew it. But what could I do?
"Now clean up your sister."
I let his cock go and turned to Fenella and licked the crease of her bottom, sucking his goop into my mouth and swallowing it, her bottom closing up as I licked it clean. I turned back and looked at Jack.
"I can't believe you did that," he said. "Wow mum, just wow". I simply smiled, trying to be as vacant as I could. I had enough. Now was the time.
I reached up and held his cock, and then slid down and held his balls and squeezed, just enough.
"Ow mum. Stop."
"No Jack. Listen to me. I know that you have been drugging me, us. That has to stop. If and I mean if, I want to have sex, I want it to be my choice. What you have been doing is far more serious and illegal than incest and if I tell the authorities and they do the appropriate hair and blood tests, they will know that you have drugged us, and you will go away for a very long time, and the big men in prison will just love your arse."
I let go and stood up. He looked at me with a scared look in his face.
"Don't try and come near us for two days. Either of us. Get rid of that drugged tea. Let us get sober and then we, not you, we will decide what happens next. You sleep in your own room from now on."
I took Fenella's hand and led her upstairs into my bedroom and we lay on the bed.
"It's over Fen. We decide what happens next."
"Thank you Sis, but he does have a nice cock."
"He does doesn't he. Next time we use it, it will be our choice, not his. Now kiss me."
"Mmm, do you remember dad?"
"Oh how could I forget, what a cock."