My Love Affair with My Mum Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

My Love Affair with My Mum Pt. 04

A few words from Jayne.

Thanks to all of you who left comments on the first few parts of this story. They have persuaded me to continue with it and I hope you enjoy the rest of how my mum's and my affair developed.

I should add a gentle warning that this story contains details of an incestuous relationship so do not read if you find that offensive.

Love,

Jayne x

Although I was over the moon about having a grope of mum's, or were they Jayne's, tits, I was also frustrated by what we'd done or, more to the point, what we hadn't done. I mean, I was lying naked in my bed with a raging, full hard-on when she came in wearing just a lacy, mid-thigh length, thin nightdress. It had a low neck and her tits were obviously bare under it as I could see that they wobbled around and jiggled sexily as she moved and, of course her nipples, which must have been fucking rock hard, made great big bulges in the silky material.

When she came into my room I thought, and of course hoped, that it was because she had decided that we could at last fuck. But no fucking way. Bloody women, who can understand them, certainly not a nineteen-year-old blagger like me! It wasn't that at all, in fact she stressed that there was no way she was going to let me fuck her. But and it was a big and beautiful but, I could, so she said as she pulled the top of her nighty down, play with her tits.

And I did exactly that and it was fucking brilliant. All too soon, though, she made me finish and after ...

... running her finger along the bulge of my erection under the sheet, she put her tits away, told me not to worry as she could wash the sheet and fucked off back to her own room. That left me with just one alternative and my hand sorted that out with a heavy load plastering my belly and chest which, being the considerate son that I was, I cleaned up in the bathroom saving her the job of washing the sheet.

The next day Emily had kindly arranged a day out for us visiting Gibraltar and seeing the Rock. I'd heard of it of course but had no idea what it was all about. It was big and quite impressive though, driving the forty odd miles to look at this fucking great rock and having lunch was about as exciting as seeing it on TV. In some ways it was actually less so as mum and Emily were fully dressed whereas had we been at the villa they'd have been in bikinis flashing their bits and pieces at me.

Although nothing of any sexual significance happened during the trip to Gibraltar and back the atmosphere and mood between me and mum was different to what it had been previously. Maybe it was my imagination but she seemed to be more open and closer to me, friendlier, without doubt sexier and at times, altogether more like a girlfriend than a mum. I suppose, really, she was acting towards me like a mature woman who has shown a bloke her tits and has let him play with them, would act.

We got back to the villa around four and I had a snooze, a wank and a shower. Emily had invited some ...