Mum???? Mum!!!

Mum??? Mum!!!

I’m not really sure where to start with this story; so I guess I’ll tell you a little about myself. I’m Connie and I’m nearly 40
with a 21 year old son called Rudy. Rudy is now nearly 6 feet
tall; very athletic (soccer and athletics) and he has a
shaved head. I’m 5 ft 6, size 12, with very short curly reddish
hair. I have a round ‘feline’ face with lots and lots of freckles and a small pixyish nose. My boobs are 34b and the nipples are pink and very sensitive. My son and I have a very close bond; probably brought
on by the two of us having to struggle through a lot of troubles for the last 15 years; until his shithouse of a father finally left us.

I’m from a pretty wealthy middle-class family that disowned me when I
fell in love with a married man during my second year at University.
The affair was bad enough for my parents but their heads nearly
exploded when they found out that Buster was Jamaican and played bass
in a band. He was in and out of my life, usually only for money or sex for a couple of years. His long suffering wife eventually kicked him out when she found out that his girlfriend was pregnant.
I struggled to keep house and home together for years; as Buster was
always ‘on tour’. I eventually bought a flat on the outskirts of town when I joined the HR department of a local hospital and finally kicked Buster out of my life. I’m now the head of the department.

I first discovered boys when my boobs appeared at 15 and I’ve never
looked back. Obviously being a single parent has restricted my love life for the last few years; but Rudy never seemed to mind when my friend Megan, baby sat him if I had a date and later ‘turned a blind eye’ when boyfriends began staying over a few years ago. This, sadly, has not been on a regular basis; but a woman has needs which can’t always be satisfied with her fingers or ‘old faithful’ (a 7 inch vibrater).

When Rudy was 14; I began to notice that my ‘special’ magazines in the bedside cabinet weren’t always in the same order that I’d left them in; and I’m meticulous about such things. Plus his socks and underpants would have mysterious damp white stains on them when I took them out of the laundry basket in the bathroom.

At first I was shocked that Rudy had found them and would think that I was a bad mother; but the more I thought about it the more it amused me to think that we were both now masturbating to the same magazines. I soon began buying a new magazine every week; which really cheered up my local Asian newsagent who began flirting with me
when I visited his shop on my way home from work on a Friday evening.

Dev was in his late forties and attractive in a smarmy kind of manner. He thought he was ‘Gods gift to women’ and always ‘tried too hard’ in the way he dressed. His shirts would be a little bit too tight and bright and always unbuttoned to show off his gold chains, plus his hair was a bit too long and luscious for a man his age. After a couple of months, Dev began suggesting new titles for me to look at and one night, when I was alone in the shop he suggested that he had some ‘exceptional magazines’ in the back shop that he kept for ‘regular customers’ and did I want to see them. Intrigued I blushed and nodded. He shouted out something in his native language and ushered me through a bead curtain into a dark and cluttered office.

As I adjusted to the darkness a short chubby woman in an ethnic dress passed us. I recognised her and guessed that she was his wife or sister as she often worked in the shop and sneered when I bought a magazine. Satisfied that we were alone, Dev opened a cupboard that was full of magazines and DVD’s. He searched for a short while then passed me a German magazine.

“Open it…. check it out…tell me what you think.” Dev gabbled as he found another. I flicked through the pages to find it a lot more hardcore than I was used to. There were actual picture of erect cocks and women with their legs wide open. I couldn’t take my eyes off the pictures as I found a picture story with two men and one woman in some amazing positions.

“Do you like them?” Dev asked; a huge grin lighting up his face; “Do you like to see what they are doing?”

I really didn’t know what to say; so slightly nodded and opened the
second magazine. It was the same; but this time one of the men was
black and hung like a donkey; not unlike Buster.

“Do you want them?” He asked; his voice dropping an octave or two and
his eyes twinkling.

“I don’t know.” I pouted as I put the magazine down, “how much are
they?”

“Never mind the cost.” He leered; slightly licking his lips, “I’m sure we can come to some arrangement.”

He then stepped forward and stroked my boob. I flinched but didn’t move. Dev then opened my jacket and cradled the boob in his hand as if he was weighing it; then squeezed. He went to kiss me; but I moved my head. He shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips; then slid his other hand up my skirt.

I still didn’t move.

“Mmmm Mmmm. Stockings?” He purred as his hand found my suspenders. I
nodded. My breathing was becoming shorter and heavier as he unbuttoned my blouse and pushed my bra up over my tits. I gasped and bit my lip when his rough palm touched my nipples. Unable to stop myself or the Asian shopkeeper I rested on the edge of his desk with my bum and hands; leaving him to do what he wanted. He dipped his head forward and nuzzled a nipple…making me shiver. His hand that was up my skirt was now stroking my crotch through my knickers and sending tremors through my lower body. He soon pulled the gusset to one side and began fingering me.

First one long finger then when I was wet enough a second; twisting it deep inside my hole. I threw my head backwards as his rough palm began rubbing my clit and my nipples felt like they were wired to the electric mains. As he fingered me so hard I was standing on my tip toes I couldn’t take my eyes off the beaded curtain no more than six feet away from me and the occasional flash of movement as the beaded strands fluttered open.

“Uggh aggh; Ooohhh.” I panted as I felt my orgasm building up in my
toes. Dev gurgled and chuckled as he fingered my pussy faster and
faster.

“Oh my God!” I gasped when I finally came; knocking some papers off the desk at the same time.

The woman in the shop shouted something when she heard the commotion;
but Dev shouted something louder and angrier in reply.

“My turn now.” He demanded; as he pulled his fingers out and began
unbuckling his tacky silver belt. “No….I’m sorry….I have to go.” I spluttered as I tucked my boobs back into the bra.

“You’re not going to leave me like this; are you?” He sneered as he
pulled his grey underpants down revealing a long thin and very stiff
brown hooded cock.

“What do you mean?” I nervously asked.

“Suck me.” He coldly replied, “Get on your knees.” I immediately looked at the bead curtain again and could see movement on the other side.

“No…I’m sorry….I really must go.” I nodded towards the shop.

“Don’t worry about her.” He sniggered, “Just get on with it.”

I grabbed my bag and tried to push past the disappointed Asian shopkeeper.