"They look lovely this year."

My husband looked up to where I was leaning out of the bedroom window watching him tend his roses.

"Yes," he smiled. "I think we'll win a few prizes again this year."

""They're not nearly as lovely as your ass mum," my son whispered behind me as he raised my skirt up over my hips.

"And they're nowhere near as lovely as these sexy little panties."

I sighed with pleasure as I felt his warm breath on my thighs, his lips touched the naked flesh above my stockings, and I shuddered as he kissed the narrow strip of lace between my buttocks.

"Later," I hissed but made no attempt to resist as he eased the delicate little garment down over my hips and thighs.

"Just a little taster mum," he whispered, and I barely suppressed a moan as I felt his tongue lapping at my tiny nether hole.

I pushed my bottom back at him, and his tongue forced its way into my anus.

"Oh God David," I moaned just as my husband shouted up that he was going to get some more compost from the garden centre.

"Do you want to come?"

"No you go on, I've got things to do here."

"Things like stepping out of my panties," I added softly and did so as his van pulled out onto the lane.

"Oooh yes," I sighed and opened my legs even wider as the swollen dome of his prick slid easily into my clutching anus, I opened my blouse for his hands to grip my breasts and roughly pinch the hard buds of my nipples.

"Yes fuck me, David," I hissed, "Shag me, darling, shag me like a fucking dog."

"Everyday mum," he gasped, "Every day for the next two weeks, every morning, every afternoon and every fucking night."

I turned my head and crushed my mouth against his, his tongue snaked between my teeth, and I tasted myself on it, it excited me even more. I reached around for his muscular buttocks, and he winced as I grabbed a handful and squeezed.

"Shag me harder you dirty little bastard." It felt like an iron bar in my rectum, I wiggled my ass and pushed back as he rammed himself into me, there was no finesse, no loving caresses or romantic words like other times, we were using each other to slake our lust.

"This is next mum," he gasped and moved a hand down over my stomach to where the tiny little nub of my clitoris nestled. His thumb caressed it gently for a moment before sliding up into the swamp that was my cunt.

"When we get there, I'm going to shave it, every last little hair, you'll be sitting in a chair wearing nothing but black seamed stockings and a smile."

"Yes," I gasped, "What else?"

"You'll be on that nude beach with your legs wide open showing everybody your hot little cunt."

"Yes." his words were getting to me.

"It'll be full of spunk mum."

"Fuck yes."

"My spunk."

His prick felt like it was growing inside me.

"They'll all know won't they?"

"Yes," he confirmed. "They'll see your cunt, and they'll all know what a hot little slut you are."

"David," I hissed. "Harder, I'm coming."

He rammed himself savagely into me, and my head exploded in a vortex of pleasure. Fireworks went off in the sky, lights flashed all around me, bells rang, hooters sounded and his prick erupted.

His animalistic grunts spurred me on as I felt his spunk splattering my rectum, I squealed with pleasure, and another climax hit me like a sledgehammer.

"Oh fuck yes," I squealed. "YES, YES, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS"

The taxi arrived at the same time as my husband, so with a quick peck on the cheek, we were gone, we sat together in the back of the cab looking forward to two weeks in the sun at our little villa in Spain.

There was the usual two-hour wait at the airport, then a two and a half hour flight over to Spain, so it was early afternoon when the taxi dropped us off outside the villa, we had bought three years previously.

I spent an hour cleaning and removing all the dust covers while David took the cover off the pool, then we were ready for the serious business of enjoying our well earned holiday.

"Wow," he leered. "That's positively obscene!"

"It's a Wicked Weasel micro bikini," I laughed feeling deliciously wicked in it. My nipples were clearly visible through the thin mesh of the bra and I'd deliberately taken the inner lining out of the gusset to leave the panties completely see-through.

"Talking of obscene, have you seen yourself?"

The white cycling shorts clung to his muscular thighs and did nothing to disguise the shape or thickness of his prick which was already beginning to strain against the lycra.

"Yeah well that's your fault, nobody's got the right to look like you do."

I giggled and blushed at the compliment, he knew how much pride I took in my appearance, and he never failed to tell me, unlike his father who took no notice of me at all. I looked good.

"Trouble is though, we need to go grocery shopping before I waste away to nothing."

"Fat chance," I laughed. "Come on then, I'll slip a dress on over it, I'm hungry too."

As we sat out in the garden enjoying our steaks under the blazing hot sun, my mobile phone rang, it was my husband who asked if we'd got there okay.

"Yes," I replied. "It's beautiful here, we're just finishing our steaks and then we're going out to explore the town."

I watched my son slowly get up from his seat and walk round to mine, his eyes were fixed firmly on mine as he knelt down and unfastened the strings of my bikini panties. I stifled a gasp as he spread my legs apart and moved his head forward until his tongue flicked over my clitoris.

"Yes darling," I said into the phone. "David's here with me, but he's eating just now, you know how much he loves to eat."

David nodded eagerly as his tongue slipped in between my pussy lips to lap at the plentiful wetness within me. I sat back pushing my groin forwards into his face, my husband was going on about his bloody roses, but I couldn't help from laying a hand on my son's head and holding him against my pussy while I pushed and rolled my hips.

I stifled another groan as he stood up and dropped his shorts, his prick sprang out obscenely, and I took it into my mouth. With a very occasional grunt of agreement to my husband, I slurped and sucked at his lovely fat cock.

"He's finished eating," I said as I cupped his balls. "He wants a word with you." Ignoring the thunderous look on my son's face, I handed him the phone.

It took him all of ten seconds to react when I turned around and got onto my knees on the chair, I knew his eyes would be on my finger as I slipped it into my little rosebud and sighed softly as my anus gripped it lovingly.

"Poor little bottom," I crooned as I worked the digit in and out. "Are you feeling sad and neglected?"

Then I heard him ending the conversation, and my finger was removed from its nest before being replaced by something far more satisfying!

Later on that night, we were lying in each other's arms recovering from our earlier excesses when he dropped the bombshell.

"I've got something to tell you, mum."

I leaned over and kissed his neck.

"Sounds serious."

"That depends on you."

"Does it? Tell me then."

"Well, first of all, I'll tell you something, then I'll ask you a question okay?"

"Okay."

"After the holiday, when we get back to England," he hesitated for a moment, "I'm going to get my own place."

It was what I'd dreaded, I think I'd always known he'd leave eventually, but --.

"What's the question?"

He reached down and cupped a breast, his thumb teasing the nipple into instant arousal.

"I want you to come and live with me."

"David I couldn't do that, think of what it would do to your dad, it would probably kill him.."

"No mum, you're wrong."

"How am I?"

"Well as you know, most of my work is in and around London."

"Yes."

"I won a contract last week, a big one, I need to take on staff and be nearer to the job."

"So?"

"So?"

His fingers traveled down from my breast to my groin. "I've paid a deposit on a house, a lovely little mews house in Chelsea.

I intend converting two rooms of it into an office, and I'll need someone who's computer literate to do the staff's wages and take care of all the paperwork, whoever it is can work from home."

"I'll take it."

His finger entered me and found my clitoris.

"Don't you want to know the wages, the terms, and conditions?"

"Fuck them," I smiled as he rolled on top of me. "Just as long as the perks are okay."

"Oh yes," he laughed as my legs parted for him, "The perks are more than just okay, they're fucking amazing."

"Would they have anything to do with my pussy?"

"Yes and my cock being in it every night."

I used my cunt muscles to grip him and reached round to grip his buttocks as he began fucking me with long, deep strokes.

"You're insatiable, mum," he smiled, and I nodded in agreement.

"Yes darling, but only for you, now shut up and fuck me."

I awoke in the morning feeling better than I could remember even if I was still slightly sore between my legs, his offer of a job had thrilled me beyond words, not to mention sharing a bed with him every night without hurting my husband, it was perfect!

I heard the rattle of pots downstairs so pulling on a minuscule pair of panties, I went down for breakfast, he was standing naked at the sink washing his breakfast dishes.

"Need a hand there?" I asked as I stroked his manhood into almost instant erection.

"You know me, mum," he laughed, "Like the advert said, anywhere, any time, any place."

Turning around, he crushed me to him and ran his hands down over my back and into my panties.

"This didn't get much attention last night did it mum?" he smiled as he prodded a finger gently against the tiny puckered hole of my anus.

"Not nearly enough," I agreed and wrapped both arms around his neck, "I think I should put some stockings on and have you shave me down there don't you?"

"Good idea mum," he said, and the finger slipped into my rectum.

"Mmm," I moaned into his mouth, "Put your prick in there and carry me back upstairs."

I think what he'd told me the night before had really set me up, I was hornier than ever at the thought of what was to come.

He lifted me up into his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his broad back as I lowered myself down onto his fully erect prick. I climaxed on the first step, squealed on the second and screamed on the third, I honestly lost count of the orgasms I had, but as he said when he laid me down on the bed,

"This is just the start mum."

And it was!