BILLY                 

I'd seen what mum needed as she proudly showed me the field, and to say that I was impressed would have been the biggest understatement ever. She'd done miracles!

It cost me all the money I had and a bit more besides, thanks to my credit card, but when mum eventually surfaced, I'd already dug out the base for it.

"Is it in order for me to ask what you're doing?"

I looked up and grinned, she was a vision in my tee shirt and nothing else but a tiny pair of very skimpy panties.

"It's for the greenhouse mum."

"What greenhouse?"

"The one that's coming tomorrow morning at half past seven."

"Oh," she said vaguely, "That greenhouse."

It was quite a day, I explained to her over breakfast what I'd done, and earned myself a long sexy kiss from her as I stroked her lovely little bottom.

"You know darling, never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that we'd do what we did last night." Then she giggled as one of my hands stole up underneath the front of her tee shirt and found a semi erect nipple.

"No," I said. "In spite of what I said about wanting you when I saw you at the station mum, I never really thought we'd end up in bed together."

"Any regrets darling?"

"None at all mum."

"Do I take it then that you're going to work here?"

"Would you like me to?"

"You bloody know I would," she smiled, "But I've got a major task for you, and I'd like to show it to you now, tell me what you think, but I warn you, it'll be quite a job."

I started it that very afternoon; all I'd needed was a pick and shovel and I found both in the outhouse. Mum kept me well supplied with cold drinks whilst I dug out the steps roughly to begin with, but as I got further down, her visits became a distraction because of her short skirts and my inability to look elsewhere but at her.

The greenhouse was installed and filled with seedlings ready for the winter, and as the summer progressed, we could see the results of our efforts in the field. We sold the first lot of lettuces to Stan and Betty and to other local hotels. The money was very little, but our sense of achievement was everything. The beetroots followed next along with onions, carrots and turnips, and mum was like a little school kid. She told me one night that her little garden had given her far more satisfaction than anything else in her life.

It took me a month to finish the steps down the cliff, and we had a fencing company do a handrail for us, and from that day onwards, we were able to walk down to the beach every evening and stroll in the surf. It was beautiful; sometimes we'd take a bottle of wine and just sit there watching the waves roll in then, one Sunday morning, dad and his wife arrived.

I always refer to her now as dad's wife because once I found out about mum, it was as if she was nothing to me. I know it may sound harsh, but if the truth were known, we never really liked each other, she was a shrewish little woman with a mind that matched her size, and she sometimes made dad's life a misery.

Mum had been naked beneath a filmy little dress and thankfully had just gone back upstairs to draw a bath for us both when I saw dad's car pulling up outside.

"Hello," I said awkwardly, "What brings you two here?"

"Hello son," dad said and embraced me warmly, his wife just looked disdainfully around and sniffed.

"It's not very big is it?" she said just as mum came downstairs, it took her a few seconds to recognise him, but when she did, her smile was warm and genuine.

I introduced her and dad's wife, but mum's outstretched hand was ignored.

"I hope you don't mind us coming," dad said, "It's just that William isn't very good at phoning and we wanted to find out what's happening.”

I was relieved to see that mum had changed her dress. I'm not sure that the shrew would have appreciated seeing her nipples through the dress as much as I had.

"Where do you sleep?" she asked sharply, and I couldn't resist it.

"Oh mum's very good," I said humbly, "She gave me some straw for a bed in the stables, the horses don't make too much mess and if they do she hoses me down once a month."

Mum giggled and dad turned away, but the shrew looked at me in abject horror.

"But she uses warm water, don't you mum?"

"How are you doing financially Sally?" Dad asked her kindly, but mum smiled and told him that we were fine.

"Show them the field Billy," she said, "While I make a cup of tea."

Dad was well impressed and said how beautiful the cottage was. He looked at me with something akin to pride when I showed him the steps I'd cut into the cliff.

"It must have been hard work Billy," he said and I was shocked at his use of Billy.

"It's William," snapped the shrew and earned herself a withering look from dad.

"Come and look at what she bought me for my eighteenth dad," I said and practically dragged him up to the garage.

"Wow, there must be money in them there vegetables," he laughed, and the shrew asked how much were the monthly repayments on it.

"I paid cash actually," mum said from behind us and smilingly showed us all to the table on the lawn. I could tell that the shrew's nasty attitude was beginning to irritate dad, and I wondered too how long it would be before mum snapped.

"And where on earth would someone like her get that sort of money?" she snapped and dad sighed at her downright ignorance.

"Rita we came down here to see my son and his mother," he stressed the "my." “Now if you can't curb your viciousness for just a few minutes, I'll thank you to go and wait in the car.”

"Actually Rita," mum said pleasantly, "I worked for it, I started my own computer related company and sold it for rather a lot of money, along with an office and six employees. I netted just over two million pounds, you should try working one day, you never know, you might find you enjoy it."

She got up then and ran back into the kitchen.

"Ever wonder just why I chose to stay here with mum instead of with you and dad, just think on the things you said there to my mother, she's done more hard work on her own than you could ever dream of, see that bloody field there?"

She just stared vacantly and refused to look.

"She planted all of that by herself, all of it Rita, every bloody inch." I was shouting now and the use of her Christian name was obviously the last straw, without a word she got up and walked to the car.

"I'm sorry Billy." dad said when I joined them in the kitchen, "I shouldn't have come, but I was worried."

"I know dad, I should have rang you, but you know how it is"

"Yes." he looked at me sadly, "Yes I do Billy, you're mum is an amazing woman"

Turning back to mum, he bent down and kissed her cheek.

"We won't bother you again Sally," but mum shook her head and smiled.

"You'll be made welcome any time Frank, just ring first to let us know, but please leave your wife behind."

SALLY

"Now then," I said as I leaned into him watching them drive away, "Where were we darling?"

I had stepped into a g-string when I saw their car, and Billy's fingers soon found it under the back of my dress as I turned to kiss him.

"I think there was something about you needing a shave," he said as he nuzzled my neck and a finger wormed into the string between my buttocks, "I bet dad wishes you were still together now he's seen you again after all these years."

"Don't go there," I laughed, "I've got what I always wanted and with a hell of a bonus too."

The bath was cold when we got back up there and as it was almost dinner time, I rang the hotel and asked if there were any places left for lunch.

"There are always places for my two favourite customers." Betty laughed so we went up to get changed, all his clothes were in his room but I shouted him in to give me a hand,

"I'm not very good at putting my stockings on darling," I lied with a smile, "And anyway it's much more fun when you do it."

I sat on the edge of the bed and just enjoyed looking at him as he slipped a stocking over each leg and rolled them up over my thighs.

"I can see us getting thrown out of the hotel mum," he laughed, "You've got me so horny, I could ravish you right now."

"And do you think that I'm not?" I smiled, "I'm standing here wearing just stockings in front of my big handsome son, his eyes are staring at my pussy and he's licking his lips, you're horny? Ha, when we get back darling, I'll show you the meaning of horny."

"Do you want to wear knickers mum?" he asked me as he nuzzled his mouth against my slit.

"Yes I think so, if only for the pleasure of having you take them off me later."

"You smell gorgeous mum."

"No I don’t," I giggled, "I need a bath or a shower."

He used two fingers to open my pussy lips and I gasped as I felt his tongue slither in between them.

"Can I have this for dessert mum?"

I pushed him away, albeit unwillingly; I was starving,

"You can have it for breakfast dinner and tea my darling," I said and meant it.

The meal was wonderful, just a typically ordinary English Sunday lunch of roast beef, Yorkshire puddings with vegetables and gravy. But every mouthful went down with relish, no doubt helped by what we both knew awaited us when we got back home.

We had two glasses of red wine each with the meal, and we each had pleasant, wine induced buzz as we walked the few yards to the cottage.

 I wanted and needed a bath, but Billy was impatient and pulled me into his arms as we closed the front door behind us.

"Forget it mum," he breathed into my mouth as we kissed hungrily, "I want you now, just the way you are."

As our mouths mashed together, his hands were busy lifting my breasts out of my bra. Then his lips found my nipples, and all I could do was to lean back against the door and give vent to my feelings.

My blouse fell to the floor closely followed by my skirt, my hands scrabbled desperately with the belt of his trousers and once again I was amazed at just how big his penis was as it sprang from them.

The tip of it was wet and slippery with his pre-cum and to my astonishment, I was actually able to get the dome in between my lips.

"Mum," he sighed, "Oh God mum, you're sucking me."

I wanted to speak, but I'd have taken it out of my mouth, I knew I'd never have been able to repeat it. Instead, I sucked and licked the tip whilst he moaned and thrust himself forwards.

"I need you to stop mum," he hissed. "I'll come if you don't stop"

I cupped his testicles and sucked harder at the monster in my mouth. He moaned, jerked and sighed as his load jetted out into my mouth. He made a half hearted attempt to pull away, but I wasn't having any of that. The feeling of having my own son jetting into my mouth was so perverse, so utterly dirty, that I felt my own orgasm overwhelming me.  I swallowed hurriedly and the knowledge that I was the first woman ever to manage this with him just sent me into the same kind of delirium as he must have been feeling as his knees gradually gave way, and we sank down to the floor together.

It was early evening before we stirred again, after our initial encounter behind the front door, we'd scrambled upstairs to bed and I'd lain there with a smile on my face as he fucked me. I prefer the term "made love" but we didn't, he fucked me pure and simple, and much to my surprise, he'd kissed me and tasted his own sperm on my lips.

"That was amazing mum," he whispered in my ear as we stirred. "No one's ever done that to me before."

"Perhaps you've never met anyone who loves you like I do," I said and rolled on top of him. His cock stiffened as I slid over it, and I heard my own throaty laugh.

"This time darling," I said as I kissed him and lowered myself down onto it, "Make love to me."