She looked like the cat who'd got the cream when I awoke the next morning and found her in the tiny, cramped kitchen wearing the shirt I'd taken off the night before over a knee length denim skirt.

"It looks a lot better on you mum," I said as I kissed her neck and slipped my arms around her waist.

"Are you, you know, are you okay with what we did last night?" She tilted her head up and looked seriously at me.

She had her answer when I moved both hands up beneath her shirt and felt her bra-less breasts, the nipples hardened immediately under my thumbs, and she moaned softly.

"Oh God, Micky," she leaned back against me. I want you so much, darling."

I was about to take it further but the front door opened and her sister in law Dolly shouted out. "Anyone in?"

"Nearly," I grinned and sat down at the table as she came into the kitchen and reached for the kettle, she and mum had always been close, but since dad and Jim had been killed, they'd become even closer and met up most days.

"Hi Micky," she said in her usual cheerful manner and bent down to kiss my cheek. "I've brought you a little present."

Ten neat little packages were deposited on the table in front of me, all still in the bank wrapper and all of a thousand pounds each.

"Well for a start Dolly, this one's yours, but as soon as we get all the rest in, you've got Jim's share coming your way, according to my financial adviser here." I nodded towards mum, "You're due a total of a hundred and ninety thousand pounds, give or take a few bob."

"That's great Micky," she said as she poured us all out a coffee. "I'm selling up and going to buy a little shop somewhere."

Mum was over at the cooker doing me breakfast, and she looked across at us both.

"Yes we were talking about that last night, weren't we darling?"

I hid a smile as I nodded. "Yeah, that and other things."

"But we're going shopping today in London and Micky's treating me to a night in a top hotel, a meal, a dance and everything, aren't you dear?"

"Wow," Dolly enthused. "I'm impressed."

She stayed just long enough to drink her coffee, then kissed us both goodbye and left. A strange little look passed between the two women as mum let her out, but I said nothing, one of the most important things old Charlie had taught me in the nick, was to see all and say nothing.

"So we're going shopping are we?"

"Yes, that's if you don't mind."

"Not at all mum, what we going for?"

I pushed my empty plate away, and she sat on my knee.

"Well, I need some new underwear, and I'd like to have my hair done, I just want a nice day out and some retail therapy."

"Can we get back to the bit about the new underwear?"

She laughed softly and put her lips next to my ear.

"I need some new knickers, you know, sexy little ones and I've always wanted a black satin corset, black and red, oh and I'll need a new dress of course."

"Of course." I agreed seriously and tried very hard not to think about her in a corset, with black silk stockings attached to it. "But I'm warning you, if you don't get up now, we'll never make it to town."

She chuckled throatily but stood up anyway. "It's going to be special tonight darling, really special." and with a lingering kiss on my lips, she disappeared upstairs in a flurry of legs and flying skirt.

~~~

"With the dinner and dance sir, a double room will be two hundred and eighty pounds, with breakfast it would be three hundred and thirty-eight pounds."

I just nodded and held his gaze until he reached for the key to our room, as he turned round, I took eight, fifty pound notes out from a wad in my pocket.

"Keep the change." and I tossed them nonchalantly onto the counter, it's funny how people's attitudes change with a tip.

"Why thank you, sir, madam, I trust you'll find the room to your satisfaction." he snapped his fingers for a page boy to show us up and said thank you at least seven times whilst we waited.

The room was sumptuous as befitted one of London's better hotels, a coffee maker sat by the bedside, a television and video at the end of the bed. There were white fluffy bathrobes in the wardrobe and six big fluffy towels on a heated rail beside a large double bath and shower.

I tipped the page boy who looked about the same age as my old cellmate, and he too was over the moon with his fifty-pound tip."I've got to get some bloody change," I moaned. "I'm damned if every body's getting a fifty-pound tip."

We left our couple of bags in the room and strolled out into the sunshine in the general direction of London's West End. The money was burning a hole in my pocket, and I badly needed the thrill of a spending spree, mum had tried to refuse when I took four packs of the notes and gave them to her, but I insisted.

"It was a three-way split mum, don't forget, me dad and Jim, let's do it right."

"Okay," she said and sat there looking at it for a minute. "You know Mickey, even though your dad pulled a few decent jobs off in his time, I've never even seen this much money before, never mind having it in my purse as funny money."

"He was a good man mum and a smashing dad." then I grinned. "But he was a bloody lousy criminal."

Our first stop was the world famous Harrods where she snorted at the outrageously inflated prices. "That's ridiculous," she laughed as she looked at an evening gown on sale at the bargain price of nine hundred and ninety-nine pounds. "I could make better than that on my old sewing machine."

Agreeing that Harrods wasn't for us, we ventured further on, next stop was an electrical store where I bought a top of the range sound system and about fifty or so compact discs and arranged for it all to be delivered the following day to the house.
I could see mum was itching to look at the clothing stores, so I took a deep breath and followed on valiantly behind her.

Eight pairs of stockings, countless French knickers, g-strings, and thongs, not to mention two silk corsets and about half a dozen lacy little suspender belts later, we found the dress she wanted. A figure hugging, floor length affair in black that left most of her beautiful breasts uncovered, she declared it was worth every penny of the five hundred pounds it cost and together we went back to the hotel.

We'd intended to wait before consummating our lust, but after ordering champagne to be brought up to our room and running a lovely scented bath, mum asked me to share it with her. For a lady of almost forty, her figure was remarkable, firm, full breasts with only the slightest hint of sag, jutted out proudly above a flat stomach and the neat pubic bush had not been allowed to grow for more than a day without her trimming it down to just a narrow little strip above her cleft.

"I'm not as young as I was once, Micky."

"You're beautiful mum, believe me, you are."

"And you say beautiful things darling." she smiled and made room for me to sit facing her.

I poured out two glasses of bubbly and gave one to her. "Here's to us mum."

"To us."

"I've got a bit of a confession to make." "Really? what a dark secret from your murky past?" I drained my glass and poured us both out another one as she drained hers. "Well, you know how I was always running about thieving and nicking before that last job?"

"You were certainly wild Micky," she smiled. "But no more than a lot of others."

"I just didn't have a lot to do with girls mum, that's what I'm trying to say."

"Are you telling me that you're a virgin?"

I nodded, and she smiled. "I'm glad I'm going to be your first."

She held out her hands, and as I took hold of them, she settled her legs over mine and kissed me, her heavy breasts crushed against my hairy chest, even with the warm water swirling round their bodies. I felt the warmth of her over my groin, then the warmth seemed to squeeze my penis, with a jolt, I realized I'd slipped inside her, I was actually inside my mother.
It was difficult for me to move, but mum made up for it by squeezing and releasing me, her teeth nibbled at me, and her hands were all over my back.

"Christ Micky," she whispered. "I've never had anything this big inside me before."

"There's no need to fib mum," I laughed. "I'm enjoying it you know."

"Believe me, Micky," she said softly. "I'm speaking the truth, oh God, oh Christ."

I felt as if my penis was in a tunnel, a wet, velvet tunnel that was gripping me and masturbating me sensuously. I felt a funny kind of trembling beginning in my legs, and I lunged upwards, mum yelped and gripped me tighter.

"You're coming aren't you darling?"

I could only nod as the trembling spread quickly up to my thighs. I lunged myself upwards again and felt the semen burst out of me, mum squealed and rammed herself down on me, I knew I wasn't pissing, but it felt as if I was, instead of spurts, it was almost a continual stream of semen jetting into her writhing body. Mum just seemed to be hanging on to me, her nails dug deep into the flesh of my back, but as I slowed down and finally stopped, she opened her eyes and smiled. "Oh Michael," (t was back to Michael again.) "That was the best ever, quite simply the best, I'm still tingling."

I lit a cigarette as she turned round and lay back against me, reaching for her champagne, she took a sip and said casually.
"I wasn't going to tell you darling, but after being rogered like that, I think I owe it to you."

"Rogered mum?" I laughed, and she giggled with me. "It's your aunt Dolly's word, her first boyfriend was called Roger, and he used to ask her if she was in the mood for a rogering."

"And was she?" I laughed,

"I never really asked her, but if she was anything like she is now, I would have thought so."

"So what is it that you're going to confess?"

"Oh, it's not really a confession darling, more of an admission."

I reached down and caressed her breasts, and she sighed happily,

"That's nice darling, but anyway, after the funeral, Dolly and I didn't want to go back to the reception, it was all too much, we'd lost the men in our lives. We went back to my place and sat drinking a bottle of brandy between us, we finished the whole bottle and then --."

She hesitated, "Nothing really happened that night, but the following night we went down to the pub to pay for the food he'd put on at the reception, everybody wanted to buy us a drink. I suppose we had a few too many, we ended up in bed together."

"Well that's not unusual mum." then it struck me. "You mean in bed, like as in, well together?"

"Yes Micky, together, as in making each other feel better." She turned her head and kissed me on the lips. "We made love to each other Micky."

Then she giggled as she felt my penis stirring beneath her buttocks. "Do I take it that you want to hear more?"

"Flaming Heck mum," I laughed. "You've just hit the spot, of course, I want to hear more."

But mum was in a teasing kind of mood. "I'll tell you over dinner darling."

Besides we had to dress for dinner, that in itself was a very erotic experience and mum was a past master at eroticism. She began by putting on her new corset, shiny black satin with red trimmings, her breasts bulged out almost over the top of the lacy cups, just a hint of her areola was visible. Her stockings came next, they were real silk too, and she kept smiling at me as she fastened each one to the straps of her corset. No panties yet, she wanted to heighten the arousal we were both enjoying, She then sat like that at the dressing table and applied her make-up, just a hint of mascara and blush, followed by some light blue eyeliner and a subtle shade of red lipstick completed the picture.

"Well will I do?" she smiled and stood up with hands on hips, I groaned at the sight of her.

"Sex on legs mum." and I meant it too.

Watching her step into the black, silk g-string was the ultimate in eroticism, she'd shaved completely in the bathroom and the filmy little garment fitted snugly in between the lips of her cunt, she looked good, and she knew it.

The dress was the final touch, it seemed to have been made for her, fitting her like a glove and it accentuated her fabulous breasts, the slightest hint of a jiggle as she moved was to me, the last word in sexiness, I could hardly take my eyes off her.

"You haven't got any jewelry mum," I said, but she just shrugged.

"I forgot it to be honest, but it'll have to do."

I shook my head. "It won't do mum, you need this," and I steered her back towards the mirror where she watched as I took out a little Harrods box and fastened a slim, black velvet choker around her neck. The single sapphire set into the velvet gleamed like her eyes, and she stood quietly for a moment just looking at it in the mirror.

At first I thought she didn't like it, but I soon realized she was unable to speak, I didn't really want her to, the look in her eyes was enough, but finally, she managed a whispered. "Thank you." and it wasn't until we were walking down the staircase into the lounge that she actually squeezed my hand and told me it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever owned.

I think word must have got round that I was tipping well because the service was exemplary, the Maitre D fawned and just about managed not to grovel as he showed us to our table, but it was a close thing.

The wine waiter tried not to look at mum's boobs but failed miserably, and a succession of different minions followed him throughout the meal as mum told me about her and Dolly.

"She's got three piercings you know."

I nearly choked and took a gulp of wine."Three?"

Leaning forward dangerously, she giggled and said softly."One in each nipple and one through her clitoris, I was thinking of having them done too."

"Wow," I said. "I'd love that mum, but go on, tell me more."

She fed me little titbits of information throughout the whole meal and my penis did it's best to break through my trousers when she told me how Dolly used to like her to flick her clit ring with her tongue while she pulled at the nipple rings.

"She liked it a bit rough," she giggled. "But when she ate me," she rolled her eyes. "That was really something else."
"I liked her above me, so I could look up as she lowered her pussy down onto my face."

"Jesus."

"She went crazy if I put a finger in her bottom Micky."

"How am I expected to get out of here like this?" I groaned.

"Like what darling?" she asked innocently with an impish little grin.

"People will see."

"No, they won't because I want to dance first."

"Oh bloody hell."

"You promised me."

As I recalled it, it was all her idea in the first place, but I gave in gracefully, and she took my arm as we moved up onto the dance floor.

"This has been the best night of my life Micky," she said as she moved into my arms.

"Mine too mum" I whispered and kissed her cheek tenderly. "But as you've probably noticed, I'm not very good at this dancing lark."

She put her lips next to my ear and whispered softly. "Perhaps we should go to bed if you're tired?"

I felt the softness of her breasts pressing into me, her perfume surrounded me, and at that moment, I thought she was the most beautiful, most desirable woman in the world.

"I'm not tired at all mum," I whispered. "But I really do think that we should go to bed."