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A Loving Mother”So Mark what do you think?” Helen asked, both hands suggestively on her hips. She was wearing a matching bikini set, which left little to the imagination. She was practically falling out of her top, so heavy and full were her two breasts. The high riding bikini bottom showed off the dimples on her arse while tufts of dark pubic hair protruded from the sides. She had yet to shave. Mark was speechless.”Is it that bad?” she inquired, standing before the full length mirror in the fitting room. “It’s too young. Not age appropriate, right?”Harry, mouth agape, shook his head. His mother looked ravishing. In fact, she seemed to blossom in middle age. The extra weight she had put on suited her and accentuated her curves. Her face that had always been pretty, with the exception of a few crow’s feet around her eyes which Mark didn’t mind and in fact found enticing. She was full-bodied and unapologetic about her weight because, unlike other women, she carried it well. Most of it had gone to her breasts, thighs and arse, which gave her an hour glass figure. “No,” Mark said breathless. “You look great. Any woman would be happy to fill a bathing suit as well as you do.”Helen titled her head to the side and regarded her only son. “Ahhhh,” she said. “You’re sweet darling, but I don’t believe you. You’re too nice. I mean, how many people want to see an old bird like me in such a skimpy suit?””You’d be surprised,” Mark said.Helen threw him a sidelong glance. “Really? Like who?”Mark stammered. “I don’t know. All kinds of blokes.”Helen smirked and left it at that. “Besides,” she added, examining herself in the mirror, “the bottom keeps riding up my arse.””So?” Mark said.”So…everyone will see how big my fat arse is.””Mum, don’t say that. It isn’t fat. You have a lovely arse.” Mark couldn’t believe what he was saying. He had just complimented his mother’s arse. Helen said, “You know what, maybe you’re right. I’ll keep it.””Great,” Mark said, grinning from ear to ear. “But what about you, mister?” she said. “We still haven’t picked out a bathing suit for you.”Mark said he didn’t need one; he still had his one from last year.”You’re not getting off the hook that easily. Here, try these on,” she said, handing him a pair of board shorts she had picked out in the store. “Here? In front of you?” he said.”Where else? I need to see how it fits you.””I’d rather not,” he said.”Mark Evans, you’re going to do as I say and you’re going to try on these shorts.””Yes, ma’am,” Mark replied.He took off his jeans and started to put the board shorts on over his underwear. “No,” she instructed. “Take those off, too. Otherwise we won’t know if the shorts fit.””Mum,” Mark said.”When have you become so shy? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before many times.”Mark sighed and turned around so his back was facing his mother and he pulled down his underwear and stepped into the board shorts, which he pulled up around his waist. “See,” she said, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?”Mark shook his head. But then to his utter dismay his mother kneeled before him and tugged at the waistband of the shorts. “Mum, what are you doing?””Why, I’m checking that it’s right size, you silly goose. Helen smoothed out the front of the shorts with her hands, her fingers coming within inches of Mark’s engorged penis. She could just make out its outline underneath the fabric. It was longer than she remembered, thicker too. Her little boy was growing up. The next day, Helen and Mark went to the beach. Helen did the driving. They listened to the radio and talked. They never failed to make each other laugh. “Mum,” Mark said after awhile. “I’m glad we’re doing this.””Me too. We haven’t been to the beach in an eternity. How long has it been?””Since the your divorce,” Mark was quick to reply. Far from being sad, Mark was happy that his mother had divorced his father years ago; he was a prick who didn’t deserve her, Mark always said. “Has it been that long?” she said.Mark nodded.Helen looked over and put her hand on Mark’s thigh.”The feeling of her hand on his thigh was electric. “It’s O.K. I’m glad we’re together now.”Helen smirked to herself. Interesting choice of words, she thought. Together.When they got to the beach, there was nowhere to change. “We’ll have to hold towels up for each other,” Helen said. “O.K.” Mark said.As Helen sat on the edge of the backseat with the door open, Mark held up the towel across her. “No peeking,” she grinned and Mark closed his eyes. “Don’t be silly,” she said. “I was only k**ding. I don’t care if you look or not. I’m your mother.”Mark opened his eyes but tried not to stare. Though he still managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of his mother’s firm breasts, even a flash of her dark areolas, and the dark patch of pubic hair between her legs. She stood up in her new bikini. “Your turn,” she said.They switched positions, Mark sitting down and Helen holding up the towel. “No peeking,” Mark joked and his mother smiled. Her eyes were still open. Usually shy and quick to dress, this time Mark took this time. He wasn’t ashamed if his mother saw his young manhood, in fact he was quite proud of it. Of all the boys he had seen in school, he was by far the biggest. Helen noticed it, too, and she caught herself staring. She seemed disturbed. “What’s wrong?” Mark asked once he was changed. “Nothing,” she said, though she couldn’t lie to herself. Her little boy was now a growing young man. They frolicked in the surf, Mark splashing his mother, and they held each other under a wave, trying not to fall over. They laughed and swam and kicked in the surf. They were like a couple of k**s. When they came out of canlı bahis the water, their suits clung to their wet bodies like a second skin. Nothing was left to the imagination. Mark could see his mother’s erect nipples peeking through her top as well as the outline of her pussy lips. For his part, Mark’s shorts molded his penis perfectly, showing off everything except the size of his balls. They lay down on towels side by side. “That was fun,” Mark said. “Maybe for you,” Helen said, “but I got a bunch of sand up my arse cheeks.””I’m sorry,” Mark said.”It’s O.K.” she said. “I’ll dig it out later.”Mark wondered what she meant, wondered whether she would actually reach her finger up her butt and clean out the sand. The image of his naked mother fingering her arsehole gave Mark an instant hard on and he immediately lay down on his towel on his belly. “What’s wrong, darling?” “Oh nothing,” Mark said. “It’s just a bit of a tummy ache.””Oh you poor thing. Let me rub your back for you so you feel better.”Mark didn’t argue with her and Helen straddled his back, kneading his shoulders. “How does that feel?”Mark’s eyes were rolling back into his skull. He moaned. “Wonderful,” he said.Helen smiled. “I’m pretty good, aren’t I?””The best,” Mark said. “And in more ways than one.””What do you mean?””You’re the best mother, and the best looking.””You’re such a sweet talker,” she said. “Keep it up.””You have the best lips…””Keep going.””The best eyes…the best face…the best thighs…” He looked up to see if his mother objected to what he was saying and seeing none continued, the best boby “the best breasts…the best arse.” He stopped, waiting for his mother to say something, but she didn’t. Instead, she rolled off him and lay back down her towel.Sensing he had done wrong, Mark immediately apologized. “I’m sorry. I went too far.”Helen was hugging her knees, staring off into the surf. “It’s not your fault,” she said. “It’s mine. This was my idea. I brought us here. For all I know I was subconsciously planning for this all along.”Mark was confused. “What do you mean?””You’re fithteen. Of course, you’re going to act that way and say those things around a half naked woman, even your own mother. I should have known better. But I was being selfish. I was only thinking about myself and about all the good times we had here.”She faced him. Her eyes were tearing. “I’m sorry. Will you forgive your old mother?””Oh mum,” Mark said and immediately embraced her. They stayed like that for awhile, hugging each other on the beach, rocking back and forth, his mother crying. “I love you, mum.””I love you, too darling.”Then their eyes locked and in the heat of the moment, half in tears, half in excitement, they kissed. This wasn’t your typical mother/son kiss. This one had legs. It lasted and Helen and Mark used their tongues to probe and polish each other’s mouths. Instinctively, as if giving in to a higher power, Helen laid back on the towel, while Mark moved on top of her, kissing her and rubbing his genitals against her crotch. Suddenly realizing what was happing, Helen shouted, “Mark stop!”He immediately desisted and rolled back onto his own towel. His head was spinning, so was Helen’s. Had they just been making out on the beach, in public no less? Helen stood up and started to gather up their things. “We should go.”They didn’t say anything to each other on the ride back. Mark tried to apologize but his mother wouldn’t hear of it. When they got home, his mother headed straight for the shower, Mark assumed, wash the sand out of her arse cheeks. Once she was done showering, he heard a door slam. She had locked herself in her bedroom.Whatever had been troubling in the night was gone by the following morning. “Good morning, sleepy head. How did you sleep?”Mark stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Fine. You?””Slept like a baby. Here, eat your breakfast.” She had prepared a feast. “Thanks mum. This is great.””Enjoy it. I was thinking. I think you need to go out more. Get a girlfriend.””Mum, you know how I feel about girls. They’re stupid and immature.””Not like your old mum?”Mark shook his head. “Not even close.”His mother laughed. “You’re such a charmer. You’ve always known how to cheer up your mum. Are you done?” Mark looked down at his empty plate and nodded. She picked up his place and put in the sink with the other dirty dishes. “Mum, why don’t you let me do the dishes for a change.””If you insist,” she said and took off her apron. “I’m going upstairs to take my shower.””Good.” As Mark stood by the sink, scrubbing and washing and rinsing, he thought about his mother’s naked body in the shower. He could almost see it in his mind’s eye: the heavy hanging breasts, the round heart-shaped arse and the patch of dark pubic hair. Other women shaved down there, but Mark preferred how she’d kept it natural. “Why, aren’t you a good little helper?” It was Helen. Her hair was wet and she wearing a white T shirt and short shorts. “I do try,” Mark grinned.His mother started to put away the dishes that were dry, but she couldn’t reach the top shelves. “Here, let me,” Mark said.”Thanks.” She took a step closer to him. “Wow you’re a lot taller than me. Turn around,” she said.”Why?””Just do it.”Mark turned his back to his mother and he felt her back up against his. Her head barely reached his shoulders. “That’s not fair,” Mark said. “You’re wearing heels.””O.K.” she said, looking at him and stepping out of her high step heels. “Happy now?””Much.”They stood back to back again and this time Mark was much taller than her. Mark turned around. “You know what would make you taller?””What?””Standing bahis siteleri on my feet.””But wouldn’t that be cheating?” she said.”Not in my book,” Mark said and facing each other now his mother stood on his feet. They were not quite eye to eye, but Helen definitively felt taller. He hadn’t been this close to her since the episode at the beach and he caught himself gazing into her eyes. When she stepped off his feet, he was nursing a full fledged boner.”Darling, you need to take care of that?” she said.Mark blushed. “I’m sorry.””It’s O.K. Just go upstairs and do what you go to do to take care of it.”Mark knew what his mother meant, so he went up to his room, shut the door and started to masturbate. Standing in the kitchen, Helen thought about her son, his pants around his ankles, stroking that hard young cock of his. It was enough to make her stutter. When Mark was done, he came back down.”Feeling better?” she said.”Much,” Mark said. He could look at his mother without having a sexual thought. But he knew this reprieve wouldn’t last. “What are you up today, mum?” he asked.”I don’t know. I may go shopping. How bout you?”Mark shrugged. Helen hesitated, “If you’re not doing anything, you can come with me, but only if you want to.”Mark’s eyes lit up. “That would be great.”At the Traford shopping center, they held hands and attracted more than their fair share of stares. Mark knew why. His mother was gorgeous and here was this lovely woman on his arm. They passed Victoria’s Secret and Helen could tell Mark was staring at the mannequin in the window. “Do you like that?” she asked.”Umm, yeah,” Mark said.”There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” she said. The mannequin was wearing a sheer black lace thong and a matching push up bra. “Do you want to go inside? I could use some new undies.””O.K.” Mark said, non-committal. Helen picked out what she usually wore, plain satin knickers. She could read the disappointment on Mark’s face. “What’s the matter?” she said. “Nothing. It’s just that you’re such a beautiful woman, I think you should wear better underwear.””Such as?”Mark looked around. “Such as these,” he said, showing her a lacy thong. Helen picked it up and held it up. “But it’s practically nothing to it,” she said. Harry didn’t say anything. “But I could try it if you like.”Mark couldn’t believe what his mother had just said. He nodded coolly. Helen picked a few thongs and g-strings in various colors and went to the fitting rooms. Mark held her bags and waited outside her stall on a bench. He could only see her feet below the bottom of the stall door and her feet and ankles as she threaded them through each new selection. Suddenly, her head peaked up over the top.”Mark darling,” she said. “Can you give me a hand?””Sure, mum.”She opened the stall door and Mark stood there, not knowing whether to enter or not. “Come in, come in,” she said. “Before someone sees you.”The narrow fitting room was full of his mother’s sweet intoxicating aroma. When she closed the door, he saw that she was only wearing a red thong and bra. Mark tried not to stare. “So,” she said doing a twirl. “What do you think?””I think you look amazing.”Helen faced the mirror and pulled up the thong higher on her thighs and adjusted the bra. “Not bad for an old bird, eh?”Mark was stunned. He could see the white expanse of her cleavage, the outline of her pussy lips and some pubic hair sticking out of the sides, the shape of her beautiful round arse. She was practically naked before him. It had been over an hour since he had masturbated in his room and those old feelings returned. He started getting hard. Helen noticed immediately.”Wow,” she said. “That didn’t take long.”Mark apologized again. “It’s OK. Just do what you have to do.””You mean, here?””Where else? You can’t possibly walk around the mall with a hard-on that size.”She had a point and he expected her leave him alone in the stall to jerk off but was amazed when she was still standing there, half naked, while he unzipped and pulled out his raging hard-on. Helen tried not to stare. Mark sat down on the bench and started to stroke himself. It was bigger than Helen ever imagined. After a few minutes, Mark sighed in exhaustion; he couldn’t come. “What’s wrong?” Helen said.”I don’t know. This has never happened to me before.””Here, let me try.” And before Mark could object, she kneeled before and seized the base of his cock and stroked it slowly.”There,” she said, smiling. “How does that feel?”Mark was besides himself. He was in Heaven. “Tell me when you’re close,” she said. “So you don’t make a mess.”The pressure was building in Mark’s balls and as the juices shot up from his shaft he tried to warn her, but it was too late. His mother’s face and chin was covered in cum. “I’m so sorry, mum,” Mark said.Helen wiped some cum from her eye and said, “Boy, that was a big load. Give me a head’s up next time, will ya?”Mark nodded. He couldn’t believe his mother had just jerked him off and moreover he had cum on her lovely face, which was dripping his juices. Helen cleaned herself up, dressed and together they left the dressing room. That night, as he lay in bed, he tried to jack himself off to sleep as he ordinarily did before bed time, but this time his hand was no good. No, after his mother’s, no other hand would do. So he gathered up his courage and knocked on his mother’s bedroom door. She was still awake and reading in bed. “What is it, darling?”Mark was ashamed in asking, but Helen was surprisingly obliging. “All right,” she said. “Let’s get this over with before I change my mind.”Mark took off his boxers, but his mother said bahis şirketleri to take everything off, including his shirt, which he did. She made him sit on the edge of the bed while she kneeled between his thighs. Helen was wearing her new underwear and so Mark could stare down into the vast expanse of her beautiful cleavage. As she went to work on his dick, Mark closed his eyes and moaned. “No, keep your eyes open,” Helen said. “I want to see the expression in your eyes when you cum.”As the pressure built in his balls, he moaned louder and his mother stroked faster. “Oh god,” Mark said, “I’m gonna cum…”Heleen grinned ear to ear. “That’s it darling. Cum for mummy.”Instead of dodging it, she opened her mouth and caught each successive rope of semen in the back of her mouth. She purred with delight as he kept cumming. Helen’s mouth was almost full when Mark was done cumming and she threw back her head and swallowed it all in one gulp. Mark was astounded.”Ah, that was lovely,” she said and wiped her mouth. She slapped his knee. “It’s time for you to go to bed now, mister.””Ok, mum,” he said and kissed her goodnight on her cum covered lips. Mark was surprised how his mother was about giving him two hand jobs in one day. He didn’t know whether it was a one-time thing or whether it was the beginning of something larger. In any event, he decided to play it cool around her and not press his luck any further. The next few days they acted like mother and son to each other and as if nothing had happened between them. Yet Mark couldn’t stop thinking about his mum and her body. They invaded his thoughts whenever he was daydreaming and instantly his cock would stiffen. Mark wanted more but he didn’t know how to go about it. Then Valentines Day rolled around and he saw his opportunity. He bought her some red and black lingerie, a dozen roses and a card with his pocket money. Helen was speechless when she found the roses and the card waiting for her when she got home. Mark was standing there. “Darling, this is so sweet,” she said. “Go ahead. Open the card.”She opened it. Inside the heart shaped card it said, “Will you be my Valentine?””So will you?” Mark said. She hugged him. “Of course, I will.”Mark rubbed her back. “I got you something else for you too.””What else could it be? You’ve already done so much.”He gave her the gift wrapped lingerie. “Mark, this is beautiful. I can’t accept this.” She held up the red and black sheer lace teddy to the light. It was shimmering and low cut. “Yes, you can mum,” Mark said. She hugged him again. “Mark, this is the best Valentine I’ve ever had.”Mark blushed. She noticed Mark staring at her. She bit her lip and said, “I’m afraid I didn’t get anything you.””Don’t worry about it. You’ve done more than enough already for me.””Wait, I have an idea,” she said. She made Mark sit on the couch and she disappeared into her bedroom. When she came out, she was wearing the sheer teddy. Nothing underneath. The teddy was cut just below her hips, so you could see the bottom side of her arse as she walked. The plunging neckline showed off the deep cleft between her 38C breasts. She stood before him.”So what do you think?”Mark was speechless. She did a twirl. “I think it’s a little small, though. What do you think?”Mark shook his head. “It’s perfect on you.”Helen smiled. She put on some music and spread his knees. Then she started to dance in front of him, her hips moving to the beat. She ran her hands up and down her sides, molding her curves. Then she turned around and sat down on his lap. She could feel how hard he was and she bounced up and down on his crotch. Mark responded by pushing back. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled at him. “Take off your jeans,” she said. Once he was down to his boxers, she lowered herself back down into his lap. She could definitely feel his young hard manhood now pressing between her arse cheeks. She took his hand, laid it on her tummy and ran it up her chest over her breasts. He could feel the fullness of her 38C breast through the sheer material. helen moaned as Mark caught hold of her nipples and squeezed them. “You naught boy,” she said.Then sliding to her knees between his thighs, she pulled his hard teenage cock out of his boxers, ran her hand up and down the shaft, and started to suck him. Mark had never felt anything so blissful. He watched in amazement as she mouthed his entire 7 inches. But what excited him more than that even was the hungry lustful look in his mother’s eyes. She loved her son’s young cock and there was no turning back now. When she was done sucking him off, she got on her hands and knees on the floor. Then she un buttoned the crouch of her teddy, exposing her plump rear end to him. “Come and get it, my darling boy,” she said suggestively to him, wagging her hips like a dog in heat. Mark mounted her and plunged every inch of his hard young manhood inside her wet hairy pussy. At first, he tried not to think of the woman he was fucking as his mum, but when he did think of her as his mum it made the sex even hotter and he stopped trying altogether to imagine her as someone else. “O Mark,” Helen said. “I want to feel you cum in me.”Mark pushed and pulled his glistening cock in and out of his mother’s cunt. Helen could feel his shaft which filled her wet pussy. Helen felt full and warm. She couldn’t believe her son’s cock was inside her. She gave herself time to adjust to the feeling of fullness and then slowly started to rock her hips back and forth. She loved this as much as Mark was loving it. After a few minutes she could feel him building up the pace and all to soon she felt him cumming in her hairy pussy. This sent her over the top and she started to cum with him. Ahhhh Mark, my darling. You are wounderfull. I love you so much”.Mark had collapsed on top of her. This was the start of something new.

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