My Love Affair with My Mum Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

My Love Affair with My Mum Pt. 03

... tried leering at them as inconspicuously as possible. However, a couple of times I wasn't inconspicuous enough as she caught me staring and our eyes met.

Around ten, I had almost decided to chuck it in and go to bed. We'd moved outside and were by the pool not far from where we'd kissed. Naturally, we were drinking but not heavily and I was on beer rather than wine as I found that went to my head so quickly. Looking at the two women in their skimpy clothing with their long tanned legs and tits all over the place, regrettably not nearly as bare as the legs, got to me and I got hard. That was a state I was getting used to on this holiday as I seemed to have almost permanent hard-ons almost whenever I was around them. And of course, when I got up to get another beer and a bottle of wine for them, mum saw it. Nothing was said but her eyes gliding slowly up and down me, focusing on the bulge and returning to hold my gaze for a few moments was enough to convince me that she knew that I was erect and that there could only be one reason for that.

I'd been in bed about half hour and hadn't yet wanked nor turned the low bedside light off when there was a tap at the door. Thinking that it might be Emily as her flirting had got stronger and she had been making eyes at me as the evening had gone on, I left just the sheet lying across me showing the shape of my erection thinking if that's what she wants, it's hers. But it wasn't her, it was mum. My first reaction was to move the ...

... sheet so my hard-on wouldn't show but mum said.

"Don't worry love, I've just come to say goodnight."

"Oh great," I replied my mind going mad speculating if that was the real reason or if there was another. And of course, very ambitiously, that included whether she might be here to have sex.

"But speak quietly Peter, we don't want Em hearing us, do we?" she asked raising my hopes even more.

"No, no I guess not," I stammered looking closer at her in the dim light. She was wearing a lacy, mid-thigh length, dark, though I couldn't tell what colour, nightdress; she looked fabulous and so eminently fuckable. My hopes almost went through the roof at the sight and the fact that she was here. They were raised even more when she sat on the edge of the bed with her bum pressing against my leg just above my knee and the hem of her nighty right up at the top of her thighs. Feeling that part of her body against mine was, by itself, a massive turn on and I pushed back against her loving it that she didn't move.

My hopes were now roaring up the Richter Scale and were full matched by my ambition. In those few brief moments I had convinced myself that we would, at last, fuck and that was boosted even further when she took hold of my hand and held it against her upper thigh and whispered.

"I told you there were other ways didn't I Peter?"

"Yes mum, er Jayne," I whispered back, "yes you did," I went on not really knowing what the fuck she was talking about. She'd got me so ...