The Mother

========================================= Dear readers, it has come to my attention that some of my stories have been plagiarised on Literotica. If you want to use any of my works as the basis for your own, it's fine, go ahead, you have my permission providing: 1. you do not use word for word extracts 2. you notify me and credit me at the beginning of the story Thank you and happy reading. ========================================= It's Summer. I've just returned from my evening jog and need a beer. It's still super-hot out. Ah crap, the fridge is empty; I'll have to go to the shops. Might as well pick up some frozen pizza at the same time. I'm all sweaty, I really need a shower. Fuck it, I'll have one later. I remove my jogging shorts and underwear in the kitchen, wipe the sweat off my cock and balls with my underwear, then put my shorts on again, sans underwear, and grab the car keys. At my car, I realise I'm still holding the underwear. I open the do

Hello hello! So from where I left off in my last adventure, was the first time I did something sexual with my now father-in-law. This is what occurred a couple of days later, again, as best as I can recall. The next morning Brian's mom made us all breakfast. She makes awesome pancakes. I sat next to Brian, and he and I sat directly across from his father at the table. He barely looked up at me, which was fine because I was recovering from a pretty decent hangover myself. "Mom these pancakes are like crack!" Brian said taking another pile. "Well thanks dear, but what do you know about crack, hmmmm?" She said, teasing. "Well, obviously nothing. I don't do anything I'm not supposed to." He said grinning. Then the question came, in a low stern tone, "What about you Holly? Do YOU do things you're not supposed to?" asked her father. Fear struck over me momentarily. An absolutely perfect set up for this situation. HE knew what I did, a

We are on our July walk although it is something of an amble. All morning we are chatting in the bright sunlight as we walk by the Thames deep in the countryside. In the early afternoon a fit young man passes us with a wave. We laugh and compare notes on his lean muscular fitness spending most of our conversation discussing the fine pertness of his bottom. He has a very good bottom indeed we both decide. We didn't expect to see this fine-looking man again. A wrong assumption it turned out. A few hours later we stop to eat a good lunch in the countryside. We have finished our diets -- you look spectacular and feel confident about yourself. We only have a few miles to our Air B&B and are taking it super-easy. You see a flash of blue by the water. Suspecting a kingfisher, we stop and dangle our feet in the water. A few meters away there is a large splash. A tall slim man dives into the water and in a flash of muscular back and beautiful naked bottom he disappears into the water.

Early in that first summer after graduating high school, I met a cute little red head. She was covered in freckles, had no tits to speak of, but her ass was one of those perfect little hearts that always got my attention. She was a year behind me in school, and famously quiet and shy. We had caught each others eye a few times but had never met. I was pleasantly surprised to learn, after dating her, that this shy, quiet little cutie was actually quite different in private, one-on-one situations. In fact, she had a specialty that she was particularly enthusiastic about, but I'll save that for later. As titillating as that teasing sentence might sound, this story isn't actually about the red head. Although she plays prominent role, she isn't the main character. That designation applies to her mother. This was one of those common social situations where you initially meet someone but unexpectedly realize a strong attraction to one of their friends, or in this case, to their mo