We were still locked in each other's arms when we woke up in the morning, the first thing I saw was her eyes, big, blue and wide, smiling at me.

“Morning,” I said and kissed her cheek.

“Morning handsome,” she smiled. “You’re hard again.”

“I’m in bed, naked with a beautiful, sexy woman,” I laughed. “Of course I’m hard.”

“Go and have a shower while I see to that little monster downstairs,” she laughed and pushed me off while she scrambled out of bed. I watched her sexy little bottom wiggling as she walked out of the bedroom still naked.

I was drying off when she came back upstairs closely followed by a small hairy thing who wanted to play with my towel, so I threw it over him and followed mum into the shower stall.

She giggled when she realised I was there, but then her laughter turned into moans of pleasure when I knelt down and began soaping her pussy with my hands.

“That feels nice,” she said and then gasped as I kissed the puffy little slit.

“Ooh Michael, ooh yes baby.”

She held my head and worked her groin against my mouth, she tasted like a dream, and I lapped her juices up eagerly. I snaked my tongue up in between her soaking pink labia and licked the inner skin while she sobbed with sheer pleasure, her juices flowed freely, and I swallowed every drop of them.

She squealed as I gently stroked her tiny rear hole and squirmed in my grip.

“Yes, oh fuck yes.”

My finger sank in bringing another squeal from her lips and she jerked.

“I’m cumming, oh God, oh fuck Michael, MICHAELLL.” and as her legs gave way she sank down into my arms.

“You’re sex mad,” she grinned as we resumed washing. “What have you got planned for today?”

“Only spending some time with you.”

“Well let’s get some breakfast and take Oscar out a walk over the fields, we can come back via the pub where we can have dinner. There are just a couple of things I want from the shops, and then we can spend the rest of the day getting to know each other a bit better, preferably in bed.”

“That sounds like a great idea mum,” I said and pulled her close. “Especially the bit about bed.”

“I’ll dress up for you if you like.”

“I like.”

“I bought some stockings!

“Grrr.”

Oscar took off like a bat out of hell as soon as mum slipped his lead off, but as he neared a small copse, a rabbit popped it’s head up, Oscar stopped, looked round at us, yelped once and ran like hell back towards us!

“Oh my God,” she laughed. “Scared of a rabbit.”

“Give him a couple of months mum and he won’t be.”

He stayed behind us then for the next two fields and contented himself with barking at birds, well they were more his size.

“There was a time Michael when I wondered if I’d ever smell grass again,” she said wistfully as we sat together by a small stream.

“It must have been really bad in there.”

I was seated with my knees apart, and mum sat between them leaning back against me.

“It was,” she agreed. “Nights were the worst when we could hear some of the women making love with their “special” friends.”

“Weren’t you ever tempted?”

“Many times,” she smiled. “The two girls I shared a cell with were lovers, I often watched them at it while I masturbated.”

I draped my arms over her shoulders and slipped both hands down under her vest top, she sighed with pleasure as I cupped her breasts and ran my fingers over her nipples.

“I’d like to see you masturbating.”

“In that case, you will,” she smiled.

“Who was the fat lump of lard that you mentioned to Jack?”

“One of the screws, she was horrible, she always did the strip searches and believe me, Michael, she did them thoroughly and she enjoyed doing them too.”

“I think I’d enjoy giving you a strip search,” I said softly. “I’d have to search your cunt with my mouth.”

“Oh I’d enjoy that too,” she laughed. “I’m getting hungry now, shall we head for the pub?”

We each demolished a T-bone steak with thick cut chips in the pub, and Jack wrapped the bones up for Oscar, we took our drinks out into the pub garden and sat enjoying the sun.

“Is it really wrong, what we’re doing?” she asked.

“Probably,” I replied. “It’s called genetic sexual attraction, I looked it up on the internet.”

“What did it say about it?”

“Well it happens when close relatives have been apart for long periods of time, say a brother and sister who were separated at birth and then meet up years later, usually by accident, but oddly enough the law still calls it a crime.”

“That’s ridiculous,” mum said.

“Yes, but in France and Spain, it’s not a crime between consenting adults.”

“So if you and I were in Spain, we wouldn’t be committing a crime?”

“That’s right,” I said and smiled at her logic. “I’m ahead of you mum.”

“Ooh we could have some fun over there darling,” she laughed “Just think we could lie on a beach holding each other and kissing.”

“Mmm yeah, there are lots of nude beaches over there, we could both be naked.”

“Oh what a nice thought,” she laughed. “Will you take me there?”

“Try and stop me, mum.”

Oscar was exhausted by the time we reached the house, so I made him comfortable in his bed and followed mum upstairs, she was already in bed with only her big, blue eyes visible over the covers, but when I slipped in naked to join her I discovered that sleep was the last thing on her mind!

“I haven’t given you a blow job yet, have I?” she said softly as we kissed tenderly.

“I don’t believe you have,” I agreed.

She slid down the bed, and I felt her lips enclosing my rigid cock.

“Ooh yeah, that’s good, mum,” I sighed as she cupped my balls and her tongue licked my shaft.

“Mmm lovely hard cock,” she moaned. “Nice and hard for me and full of baby juice.”

“Keep your mouth on me, mum,” I hissed. “But turn round so we can do a sixty-nine.”

“Ooh yes, I like the sound of that.”

She moved round still with her mouth on me, and her lovely little cunt appeared in front of my face, still clad in a tiny white thong.

“You’re wearing stockings.”

“Yes, do you like them?”

“Fabulous, mum.” I said as I touched my lips to the damp nylon of her thong.

“And you’ve left your knickers on.”

I felt her head nod in agreement as she took one testicle into her mouth, but I heard her moan as I snaked my tongue under the skimpy nylon and onto the wet, pink flesh of her cunt. She tasted like nectar, and I allowed the juices to slide down my throat as I licked.

Her thong had tie sides on it which I undid expertly before I French kissed her gorgeous slit and eased a finger in between her labia which brought a gasp of pleasure from her and I felt her groin pushing harder against my face.

“Michael,” she gasped. “You’re going to make me cum again.”

She gripped my cock again in her mouth, and I felt her shaking as her orgasm began, she squealed and tipped her head back. Suddenly my cock slid down into her throat at the same time as a sudden gush of fragrant liquid gushed from her cunt into my mouth.

I felt my legs stiffen and my cock erupted as she writhed beneath me in the throes of her orgasm. Judging by the noises coming from under me she was almost choking, but she held onto my cock until I was drained of every drop in me and only then did we slowly ease apart and closed our eyes.

We only slept for a few minutes, but I awoke to her mouth on my cock again.

“You were hard,” she giggled. “I don’t think your cock needs sleep.”

“Not when there’s a lovely little pussy to explore,” I said and pulled her up over my hips.

“You’re insatiable,” she laughed and lowered herself down onto me.

I woke up to the smell of frying bacon and the sound of mum singing, the hot sun was streaming in through the bedroom window, so I walked downstairs naked and tiptoed up behind her silently.

“Hello gorgeous,” I said and kissed her neck as I cupped her braless breasts through her thin vest top and pressed my growing erection against her pert little bottom.

“Mmm, that’s nice darling.” and then she turned round. “Ooh yes, that’s even nicer.”

We heard a vehicle pulling up outside, so I grabbed a towel and wrapped it round my hips before going out to find a courier driver unloading what looked suspiciously like a lawnmower.

“That’ll keep you busy,” the driver said as I signed his electronic machine.

“Sure will,” I laughed and started stripping off the wrapping just as Oscar came skidding round the corner to investigate the strange voice.

As I straightened up, my towel slipped so he grabbed it and ran back into the garden with it leaving me standing stark naked at the side of my house.

“Come here you little bastard,” I yelled, but he thought I was playing and ran straight down to the stream, the towel streaming out behind him like a bloody flag.

Mum stood in the doorway laughing fit to burst while watching me chase him around the garden, but I decided to give in before he saw anything he fancied biting.

“I thought I was daring,” mum said as she flipped her skirt up to show me her naked pussy.

“Oh, mum that’s gorgeous.”

I nearly knelt down to kiss it, but I noticed the way Oscar was looking at my semi-erect cock and decided against it.

“Come on get your breakfast,” mum laughed. “Before Oscar decides to eat your sausage.”

I ran upstairs and pulled a pair of shorts on before Oscar got any more ideas and just as I came down again another car pulled up outside.

“Christ, who the hell’s that?” I said and went out to see.

“Mr. Greene?” said a distinguished looking man of about forty as he climbed out of an expensive looking Range Rover.

“That’s me,” I replied and he held out a card to me.

“John Preston, I’m a journalist.”

We shook hands, and he asked if I knew where my mother was.

“Yes, why?”

“I wonder if I might speak with her?”

“I’m Sally Greene,” mum said as she appeared beside me, “What can I do for you?”

“I’m interested in your life story Mrs. Greene,” he said as he shook her hand.

“In writing it, that is.”

“That period of my life is over Mr. Preston, it’s dead and buried.”

“My breakfast’s going cold mum,” I said excusing myself and went in to eat leaving them talking outside.

“Michael, can I ask the gentleman in?”

“Of course mum, you don’t have to ask.”

He came in and sat down while mum made him a drink, Oscar came in too to see who it was and the journalist made a fuss of him.

“We’re offering two hundred thousand pounds Mrs. Greene for your story, I’m sure you realise it created quite a stir at the time, wife swapping, sex orgies, the lesbian shows, you know.”

“Yes,” she said dryly. “I was there.”

“Yes of course.”

He went onto explain that if mum agreed, the story would be syndicated to a host of magazines all over the world after it had been published exclusively in the Sunday paper that he worked for.

“We gather that there was a lot that didn’t come out in court,” he said, and mum nodded,

“Yes, I admitted my guilt, there was no need for it all to come out.”

“And you Mr. Greene, I understand you recently won a substantial amount recently on the lottery.”

“Yes.”

Suddenly I wanted a cigarette, so I went out to the car for those I’d bought for mum, and I sat outside by the river with Oscar and enjoyed the nicotine hit.

“He’s gone darling,” mum said as she sat beside me and put her head on my shoulder.

“What did you say to him?” I asked.

“I said I needed a few days to think it over and to talk with you about it.”

“Is it something you want to do?”

“Yes, I think it is,” she said. “With certain reservations of course.”

“Which are?”

“Well first of all your address must not be printed or even hinted at. Secondly the story must be told as it happened, no sensationalism for its own sake, thirdly I want three hundred grand, and lastly, you must agree to it.”

“It’s your story mum, nothing to do with me at all.”

“It’s got everything to do with you Michael, where would I be now if you hadn’t have been waiting for me the other day?”

“You would have been all right mum, you know you would.”

“I’ll tell you what I intended Michael, as far as I was concerned no-one cared about me, not one person in the whole world. I had forty pounds on me that I earned in prison. I was going to go to the hostel with a bottle of brandy and a jar full of sleeping tablets, and I was going to swallow the whole fucking jar, that’s how all right I would have been.”

She was almost shouting as she finished, I leapt up to my feet and held her to me tightly.

“Don’t ever say that mum, just don’t.” my voice broke and I realised I was crying, we both were.

“I care about you, you know I do.”

“Well don’t say this is nothing to do with you.”

“Okay.”

She took his card out and rang the mobile number on it.

“The kettle’s on if you want to come back,” she said with a smile at me, and less than five minutes later he was back with a cup of tea in his hand.

“What I want first,” he said. “Is enough to make a splash in this Sunday’s paper, you know, to whet peoples appetites.”

And she started her story.