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Mum's the Word
by John Jabbin (jjabbin@yahoo.com)

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Mum has a drinking problem. Son stops by one day and 
finds her passed out on the couch, nothing unusual 
there. But what he finds looking through a photo album 
that had fallen to the floor, sheds a different light 
on his mum entirely. (MF, nc, inc, alcohol)

***

Author Note: The only reason I post these stories is 
so that people will tell me what they think of them. 
This one's pretty tame as things go. If you want to 
read more, you have to pay the price by letting me 
know you liked this perverted little tale. Write me at 
the e-mail address above.

If you're a minor, don't read this. If it's illegal in 
your country to be in possession of stories about sex, 
please destroy all copies of this work. Practice safe 
sex reading please.

***

I dropped by Mum's flat on the way home from work.  
She'd been having a hard go of it since her second 
husband had died three weeks ago. I was worried about 
the old gal even though I was still a bit pissed at 
how she had treated my father several years ago when 
she up and left him.

No one answered when I rang the door, so I used the 
key that she had given me a long time back. I was 
planning on leaving her a note just to say I dropped 
by. What I found changed my plans for the day and for 
my life.

There was Mum, passed out royally on the couch in the 
living room. Around her were the remains of her own 
little pity-party: used tissues, photo albums and an 
empty bottle of gin. At first I felt sorry for her, 
and then I had a better gander at the photos she had 
been reminiscing over. 

There, lovingly preserved, were pictures of Mum and 
George (her second husband) going back for many years.  
And not just any pictures either! Most of them showed 
Mum in various stages of nakedness doing obscene 
things with dear ol' George. In one she was on her 
knees humming a tune around George's skinny little 
skin flute. In another, she was on all fours with a 
look of ecstasy as he porked her from behind. In all, 
the album documented a veritable cornucopia of sexual 
delights I would have thought impossible of dear ol' 
Mum.

She had always been a bit straight-laced with us 
children. She was a good-looking woman and I had 
certainly wanked off often enough with the thought 
that it was Mum sliding up and down on my stiff staff. 
But the thought that she was actually enjoying a 
robust sex life on the side would have been a concept 
I would have never guessed.

Looking at Mum's pictures really made me randy. My 
cock, which is a bit above average but I'm happy to 
report is considerably bigger than George's diminutive 
dick, was begging for attention. I double-checked and 
Mum was still well gone, so I picked up the albums and 
went to sit beside her on the couch. As I set down 
close to her, I noticed that Mum wasn't wearing any 
knickers under her housecoat.

I laid her flat on the coach and pulled the housecoat 
aside and sure enough, Mum's puss was as red and 
swollen as her nose and eyes. She hadn't just been 
reminiscing over poor dead George, she had been 
frigging herself as well. Probably the old whore was 
off her stride from not getting a constant supply of 
steady fucking since ol' George was gone. As I let my 
fingers wander through her brown bush and slide across 
the puffy lips of her cunt, she didn't bat an eye or 
move a muscle. 

I had been thinking about just sitting beside my Mum 
and getting the pleasure of wanking off next to her 
undetected, but after seeing Mum's pretty puss, my 
cock had other plans. If Miss Muffy was lonely, why 
not give her a little company for the day.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and then climbed up 
on the couch between Mum's legs. I spread her out, 
throwing one leg over the back of the couch and 
pushing the other over the side. Then it was just a 
matter of wetting the head of my prick with a little 
spittle and bringing the soldier to bear on Mum's 
hairy snatch.

Oh, what a lovely cunt she had, too! The only thing 
that would have been better than the first taste of 
fucking Mum would have been if her eyes had flown open 
as I sank into her. She gave a bit of a moan as she 
took me in, but unfortunately she didn't wake up, even 
when I started fucking her with gusto. She was dry at 
first, but after just a bit, her cunt was alive and 
wet even while she was still out of it. She ended up 
having a fine sloppy cunt, which was very nice since 
she was only lying there and not moving.

All my thoughts of fucking Mum over the years came 
back to me and it wasn't long before I was filling her 
puss with my wet, sticky load. She must have really 
drank herself stupid, because as I was cumming in her 
I couldn't help but kiss the old broad right in the 
mouth. Her breath tasted like the flowers of gin and 
her mouth was as warm and soft as her cunt.

I've certainly had more lively women, but I can't 
remember when I've enjoyed cumming in a finer cunt 
than Mum's. I determined right then that I'd be sure 
and keep a lot of gin on hand at her house just in 
case she started feeling melancholy again. But, I must 
say, fucking Mum didn't help me to stay mad at her. In 
fact, I felt positively sentimental about the ol' gal 
after I had shot off into her snatch. It's hard to 
stay mad at a cunt you've just cum in so sweetly.

So I picked her up and carried her to her room to bed 
her down. She didn't weight a lot, being a slender 
woman, and weighted even less after I stripped her of 
her clothes. Of course, after I put her on her bed, I 
gave myself a good look at her from top-to-toe.

Her tits were not large and, being on her back, they 
tended to sag just a bit in opposite direction. She 
had a pretty face and fine, full lips. I thought about 
stuffing my cock in her mouth, but I've never really 
been fond of that. Now, if she were awake and on her 
knees, that would be another matter.

Her tummy was a little soft and her legs could have 
used a bit of firming up, but all-in-all she was not a 
bad looker for a woman near her forties. When I pushed 
her legs up to her chest to have a good look at her 
well-used snatch, she did moan a bit. Perhaps she was 
coming 'round. In any case, I must say that my spunk 
beginning to dribble from her cunt was a definite 
improvement to the picture.

I rolled her on her front and got the same nice view 
of her backside. As I spread her bum cheeks and got a 
good look at her little brown hole, I decided the time 
was ripe to live another fantasy. I've always fancied 
a bit of buggery, but never found a bird that was 
willing to accommodate me.

A quick trip to the water closet provided the 
lubricant that would work just fine. I had a fine time 
lathering up the ol' rod, getting it nice and greasy. 
As I spread her cheeks and set the head in place, Mum 
still didn't move a muscle. She began to squirm a bit 
as I drove Little John home, but after I was firmly 
seated, she settled back down. 

Her bum was better than her cunt, of course, being the 
tighter of the two. And if anything, I was even more 
randy for her than before, having had a nice feel-up 
for a while now. Best of all, even though it felt like 
I wasn't the first that had been back there, it was my 
Mum's bum that I was humping fairly hard. I don't 
think I could have taken much, but as I began laying 
into her heavy, sliding in and out of her slippery 
ass, she started grunting on each down-thrust. Just 
hearing the ol' gal huff and puff made me blow my load 
that much quicker down her colon.

After I had pulled out and wiped Little John off in 
her lovely hair, I went in search of Mum's instant 
photo camera. I found it promptly in her closet and 
returned to her bedroom for a few souvenirs of my own. 
Propping her legs up, I got a couple of nice close-ups 
of my sperm dribbling out of both her lovely holes and 
I got a few shots from further back as well.

I did end up leaving her that note before I left.


Dear Mum,

I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty of 
putting you to bed. The next time you feel the need to 
drown your sorrows, give me a ring. I'll bring the gin 
and be sure you're tucked safely to bed in the end. 

By the way, I've borrowed your photo album 'till I've 
had a chance to go through it properly. There are a 
couple of pictures that I may want to get enlarged and 
framed, but no worries. I'll bring it by again 
tomorrow when I'm done. Perhaps we can share a toast 
or two then.  Cheerio now...

Your son,
John

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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