Connecting with Mother Ch 4

Connecting with Mother

Chapter 4


I lay back in the sofa as Mum swallowed the spunk that had gone into her mouth. She fingered the rest from her face and tits swallowing that as well, and then leaned to me to kiss me. I hugged her to me and pushed my tongue in her mouth to share her taste. We were both exhausted from our lovemaking and fell into a snooze with her head on my chest.
I woke up to feel Mum still on my chest and I felt a bit cramped and tried to move quietly but she also roused herself realising my movement. We were both famished and got up in our undressed states going to the kitchen to grab something to eat. We sat close to each other as we ate at the table smiling at each other with the satisfaction that comes from new intimacy.
“Ian it’s late and I need to be up early tomorrow so I’ll go off to my own bed if you don’t mind.”
“That’s fine Mum, I’m bushed anyway.”
She left leaving me with a superb sight of her arse lilting gently with her stockings and garter belt still intact.
She left before I woke to recall the events of the previous evening. However when I got to work I had a phone call I didn’t expect from her. I wondered if she was going to have any guilt about encouraging me to disclose my experiences about ‘Round the Corner,’ the term I used for the porn club fairly near Mum’s flat, literally round the corner.
“Ian I’ve been thinking about what you told me last night about the club.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Mum I can’t discuss it now I’m in a meeting. Why don’t we meet at the pub and discuss it there?”
“Sure Ian. I finish early today. Can you get away say for two at the pub?
“I’ll be there Mum.” I mentally altered my plans for the day.
I was curious. I wasn’t sure what she meant by ‘thinking about’ the club. I was truly mystified about her need to discuss it so soon after last night.
I arrived before she did, bought a beer and a wine and settled down in a comfortable sofa away from the bar to ensure we were not overheard.
She came in looking good and beaming a wonderful smile at me. She scanned the bar to find none of her locals were in yet. She was wearing a cotton blouse and skirt with her usual stockings and half heels that just gave a light emphasis to her calves. Summer in England had some advantages in ridding us of coats.
“So Ian quite an evening last night.”
“It certainly was Mum.” I wanted her to open up so I was fairly cryptic.
“I really feel close to you now Ian. It is so good to share such intimate things with you. I wonder if you would ever have told me about the club if I hadn’t seen you coming out of there yesterday. I was struck by how excited it made you. Getting off with a total stranger like that. Amazing.”
“A woman Mum.”
“I know but even letting a strange man wank you is incredible. What makes a woman want to go round there to play with strangers? How can they do it? To be touched up like that. To be stroked all over by a bunch of men who she’s never met and will never see again. I mean it’s totally dirty isn’t it?”
“Yes it is.”
“Do you think she liked it Ian?”
“What do you think?”
“She must have, mustn’t she? After all I suppose it must have been on her mind before she even went there. And she did have an escort, probably her partner. Do you think they were a couple?”
“Almost certainly.”
She suddenly went quiet. I said nothing but just held her hand.
“Ian do you think I could do it?”
“What Mum?” I was teasing her mercilessly.
“Go round the corner?”
“On your own?”
“No, of course not. With you Ian.”
I was reeling from the sheer sudden audacity in her and must have paused because she responded: “Oh Ian I’m sorry do you think that is disgusting?”
“Mum I’m sorry it’s just I am rather overwhelmed by how wonderful the idea is I just could not believe it. Are you sure?”
“I couldn’t sleep last night turning over the notion of a woman going there.