I was twenty-two years old when I first slept with my mother. It was a surreal and completely unexpected experience. It began with a phone call from my Aunt Doreen. She broke the news that Great Aunt Judy was in the hospital and unlikely to pull through. Mum was visibly upset and made immediate plans to visit Judy, who lived in Hastings, a seaside town on the English Sussex coast. Dad was away on business, and Mum didn’t drive, so I offered to take her.

Mum worked the phone and the internet to book hotel rooms. It was the height of the holiday season, and the UK was experiencing a mini heatwave, so I wasn’t optimistic, but she persevered and struck lucky. A late cancellation meant we could at least have one room. It had separate twin beds and was only for two nights, so Mum took it. Her focus was Judy, not hotel rooms.

As it is for most kids, Mum to me was just ‘Mum.’ She was the person who looked after me, comforted me, and, more often, shouted at me. To others, Deborah was an attractive woman with a generous and lively personality in her late forties. She was around 5’5” with shoulder-length sandy hair that framed a warm and open face, enhanced by a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Mum was curvy but not slim and was generous in bust and bum. She was easy to talk to but had a sharp tongue when required.

My father, Peter, was a year or two younger and worked for an oil company. Business kept him away for weeks at a time. I took after him physically. We were both 5’10”, with thick brown hair and a slender build, which Dad retained as he got older. He liked to keep himself in shape. He was serious and practical, whereas Mum was outgoing and spirited. Looking back, I think Mum struggled with Dad’s somewhat dour attitude at times.

We were an ordinary, well-to-do, middle-class family living in Kingston-upon-Thames. The only family member missing at this time was Jenny, my elder sister by two years, who was doing work experience in Scotland—she was training to be a vet.

I had no such grand ambitions. I worked in the City intent on earning my fortune or at least a good life! A commodity trader was my poison, and I was proving to be good at it. My colleagues said I didn’t suck, which was high praise.

I picked Mum up on Friday morning and drove down to Hastings, arriving just after one. There was no drama at the check-in. The girl behind the desk couldn’t have been more disinterested if she had tried.

“Jake and Deborah Evans,” I told her as I looked around. In terms of décor, the hotel had seen better days, but it was cheap and clean.

The first snag was the double bed that greeted us. Mum was annoyed, so I offered to see if we could get it changed.

She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter, Jakey.”

“It’s big enough. We can keep our distance!” I joked. We had shared chalets and caravans as a family, so close proximity wasn’t a big deal for me.

“I guess we can. At least it has a bathroom for us to change in. They got that right, at least!”

That settled, we unpacked and went to lunch. The hotel had a carvery attached to it, and the fare was pretty good. Mum and I chatted away, and I sank a few pints, and she a glass of wine. Mum had planned to see Judy tomorrow and spend time with her. I planned an escape to the Brighton match at 3 pm.

We returned to the room, and both of us flaked on the bed. I woke around six and went to the bathroom. The pints were making a reappearance. Mum was awake and sitting up when I came out.

“What time is it?” she asked sleepily.

“Just gone six. You hungry?”

She shook her head and headed to the bathroom. I was in a quandary about what to do with the evening. Inspiration struck, and I checked cinema listings. A movie meant no conversation and passed the time.

I put the idea to her, and she brightened up.

“That sounds like fun!”

I booked two seats online for the 7:30 showing of the latest summer blockbuster movie, and we stepped out in high spirits. Mum took my arm as we parked up and strolled to the complex. Buckets of popcorn and fizzy drinks were our dinner, and we had a fun time. The movie was pretty good, too.

We got back around 10:30, and Mum bagged the bathroom to get ready for bed. I want to say she came out looking stunning, but her face cream and knee-length cotton nightwear were what I expected. Truthfully, I didn’t give her a single glance as she climbed in, and I took my turn in the bathroom.

She was reading a book as I came out in my t-shirt and boxers, and she didn’t give me a single glance either. I climbed in next to her, and that was the first time I found the situation a bit weird.

“Do you mind if I read for a bit?” she asked.

“Nope.” I picked up my phone and the weird moment passed.

Mum dozed off first, and I removed the book and turned off the light.

And this was the first time I slept with my mother.

****

And that should have been that. Except I woke around four am to find myself partially spooning Mum. My body had reacted as you would expect to the soft warmth of a female body, and my dick was pressing into her ample rear. My first reaction was panic. Second was move and move now! Third was don’t move in case you wake her up! Logic was not my forte at four in the morning especially with my erection prodding Mum’s arse.

I pulled away slowly. She didn’t move. Her breathing was soft and steady. Don’t, for God’s sake, do what you are now tempted to do! Yeah, right. Name me a twenty-two-year-old lad with a hard-on and going through a dry spell that listens to good sense? Carefully, I pushed back into Mum. The warm softness of her bum through the cloth felt good. Still no reaction.

Okay, so far, so good. What next, Jakey?

Now, that was a good question. Don’t move was the obvious answer. Except I now want to rub myself against her. Maybe just a little bit? No, that won’t work. I move my hand onto my cock and start squeezing, then rubbing it. Christ! I am so turned on right now! But whatever you do, don’t cum! Last time I wanked off was two days ago, which is a lifetime as far as my junk is concerned.

Mum stirred, then settled down again. I froze in place, counted off a minute, and began wanking again. I debated if I could pull her nightie up. Fucks sake! This is your Mum! Yes, your Mum, with her plump juicy arse, whispered the reckless voice. I’m now edging closer, trying to gauge the last second to pull away. It was going to be close—it wasn’t close. A fraction before I could turn away, I spurted a thick wad over her nightie and smeared what was left over the covering sheet. Fucking fuck! You fucking moron! My heart was hammering, and I was sick to my stomach. There is going to be hell to pay for this. I used my t-shirt to wipe cum off the sheet, then peeled it off and stuffed it under my pillow. I mean, why? Why did I do that? I’m on the verge of tears, and sleep was impossible. The morning and my impending doom awaited.

Next thing I knew, it was morning.

Chapter Two

Mum was already up and in the bathroom, no doubt wringing a gallon of cum from her nightie. I panicked afresh and wondered why my t-shirt was under my pillow. I panicked again and teetered on the verge of a heart attack. I jumped out of bed, found a clean t-shirt, and stuffed the other in a plastic bag. I got back into bed just as Mum reappeared. She was already dressed.

“Wondered when you would wake up!” she smiled. “Bathroom is all yours.”

“Yeah, sure, thanks.” I grabbed clean underwear and jeans and ran into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet for five minutes, used it, and then sat down again. Mum seemed okay. Maybe she was lulling me into an ambush. I brushed my teeth, dressed and came out cautiously.

Mum was sitting on the bed, checking her phone. She looked up at me and smiled. I braced myself.

“Breakfast? I’m starving!” she said brightly. The woman was inscrutable!

I wasn’t hungry until I smelt bacon, and I tucked in with lashings of coffee. Mum ate heartily, too and outlined her plans. I was to take her to Aunt Doreen and her husband at eleven. They would then visit Great Aunt Judy and spend a few hours with her. If that sounds like a day from hell, then you are right. Spending time with aged relatives was a just and fitting punishment for my nocturnal sins. I resolved to take my punishment like a man.

“If you can drop me off at Doreen’s, stay for five and then shoot off, that’s fine by me,” said Mum.

I froze. Shoot off? Damn, the woman was good! “You sure?” I couldn’t see the trap, but I knew it was a trap.

“Yes. I appreciate you bringing me. Staying will only bore you. The day is yours. Expend your youthful energy.”

Her smile unnerved me. Her words were designed to torture me. How could a mother be so cruel?

I nodded and concentrated on my breakfast.

I spent that day in a trance. Okay, I spent it in several pubs, nursing a pint or two. I went to the football, which distracted me for a while, and then it was time to pick Mum up from Doreen’s.

I let myself in to hear voices in the lounge. Doreen smiled at me, and Jack offered me a beer.

“Sorry to hear about the sleeping snafu,” he laughed.

I looked blank.

“I told them about the double bed. Doreen says I can use the spare bedroom,” explained Mum.

“Oh,” I was inexplicably disappointed. The more time elapsed, the more certain I became that I was not in trouble, which meant I was now looking forward to sleeping with Mum.

“I said no. We paid for it, so we’re going to use it. You know how I hate putting people out!” continued Mum. This was true. She liked her own space with her immediate family. She said it was a control thing. I think it was more that she couldn’t stand Aunt Doreen’s husband.

I smiled. “Okay, fine with me.” It may have been my imagination, but I swore I caught a hint of mischief in her eyes.

On our way back, we stopped at an Italian restaurant and were early enough to snag a table. I subtly kept the red wine flowing while pleading I had to drive. Mum likes her food and her wine.

She eased back in her chair and sighed. “That was lovely! I’ll sleep like a baby tonight. I doubt if anything will wake me!”

I fought to control the surge of interest in my pants. “Best get you back, sleepyhead!”

“I guess.”

“One more for the road before we go?” I topped her glass up again.

“Perhaps a little bit.”

“It’s been a tough day. You deserve to relax.”

“Oh, it wasn’t too bad. Judy has had a long and eventful innings, and she was in good spirits. Shows you the value of living life on your own terms and seizing opportunities that present themselves along the way.”

“Absolutely!” I signalled for the bill.

****

I can’t remember the last time I was this eager to get to bed. It was only ten pm, and I was under the sheet in fresh t-shirt and boxers. Mum had let me use the bathroom first. I wondered if I should knock a quick one out. I hesitated for too long. Mum emerged in a different nightie—cotton as before but shorter. Last night, I hadn’t given her a second glance, but now I noticed her heavy breasts under the fabric and, more significantly, the lack of face cream.

We chatted amiably as she climbed into bed, yawning noticeably as she did so. As before, she read for a while, and I browsed with my back to her, trying to ignore her presence or the wild thoughts crashing around inside my head.

“Night, dear.” Mum closed her book and flicked off her bedside light.

“Night, Mum.” I did the same and waited as the hours dragged by.

My watch alarm woke me at 2:30 am. I had it on vibrate only, but it still sounded loud. I switched it off and lay there for a few minutes. All I could hear was steady breathing. Slowly, I turned over to find Mum with her back to me. Perfect. My cock was hard as iron, and my heart was racing. I reached out with my hand and brushed Mum’s hip. I could smell her body lotion. Still no movement. My hand crept downwards. Fuck! Bare flesh! Mum’s short nightie had half-ridden up, and she wasn’t wearing panties. I pondered this fresh development. Had she been wearing panties last night? I honestly couldn’t remember. I think I would have noticed if she hadn’t. Was this a sign?

Emboldened, I pressed my cock into her fleshy cheek and used my hand to rub it along her bum crease. I was trembling with excitement and arousal. Dare I? As I thought it, I knew the answer. A minute later, I was jizzing over my mother’s arse, and it was fucking glorious!

Panic crowded in a few seconds after the deed was done. I used the paper towel I had hidden under my pillow and dabbed the cum off her arse. I was working in the dark so I’m pretty sure I didn’t get it all, and a tiny reckless part of me didn’t care. I balled the towel up and put it in a small plastic bag—I had come prepared!

I was about to turn over when again, I listened to my reckless voice and stayed where I was. I didn’t spoon Mum, but it was close enough, and my arm was around her waist but over the covering sheet. I gambled I could pass this off as ‘nocturnal emissions’ during the night if pressed. Satisfied and content I drifted to sleep.

****

Next morning, Mum was up early, and I could hear the shower going. I checked the bed sheet, running my hand over it. Some crusty flaky bits. I smiled to myself. Mission accomplished? It was looking good.

Mum emerged with just a towel around her. It wasn’t the biggest towel, but it did the job.

“Sorry!” she laughed. “Thought you were still asleep.”

“That’s okay. It’s a lovely view to wake up to!” I smiled.

“Thank you. A bit cheeky, but I’ll take it.” She picked out a dress. Summer print, nothing special.

“What do you think?” she asked, holding it against herself.

“You’ll look great in it, Mum.”

“I should get your opinion more often! Oh, I wondered if we could stay another night and go back tomorrow? Is that okay? It’s a bank holiday weekend so no work for you and it promises to be a lovely day.”

Time stood still as I gazed into that wonderfully open face of hers. Did she really just ask to share a bed with me for another night? Finally, I nodded. “Sure. I’m happy to. Want me to check with the reception and see if it’s possible?” Please, please let it be possible!

“No need. Already done. They were a bit sniffy, but I explained we were visiting an elderly relative in hospital, and they made an accommodation for us. Which was nice.”

Yes. Good old Great Aunt Judy, let not your impending demise be in vain!

Chapter Three

We had a great day. After breakfast, we drove to the country park and wandered around eating ice cream. I helped Mum over a tricky bit of ground, and we held hands after that. Then we popped into Hastings. There is a warren of curios and antique shops in the Old Town, and Mum loved browsing them. She bought an old Victorian shawl purely for the pattern and workmanship rather than to wear. We grabbed a bag of chips each and wandered along the seafront. I chivvied her into a game of mini-golf, which Jenny and I loved playing as kids. One of us would always throw a tantrum if we didn’t win! Mum was useless, and I stood behind her and showed her how to strike the ball. Any excuse to press against her!

Finally, we ambled up the new pier and amused ourselves in the penny arcades. It was approaching four in the afternoon, and I could see Mum was flagging. It had been a long day, and we had both caught a little too much sun.

“Do you want to get a drink, or a coffee or something? We could do with a sit-down.” I asked.

“That sounds good. There is a small department store in town. I need a new nightie, something a bit cooler. It has a coffee shop as well.”

“Sure, we can hop on the bus.”

The bus was a classic Routemaster, and we just made it onto the open platform at the back. Mum clung to me, laughing, and we stood entwined in each others’ arms for the short journey.

I let Mum take the lead at the store. Left to me, it would have been a baby doll nightie with stockings and suspenders and ruined the day. She rifled through a rack of uninspiring nightwear, and despite my best intentions, I couldn’t resist pulling out a flimsy, see-through affair. “I guess this is out of the question?”

“For tonight, most definitely!” She replied tartly but with a smile. Then she asked: “Is that the sort of thing you like?”

I kept the...