If You Can't I'll Find Someone ...

Thank you for reading my short story, I hope that you enjoy it, love Mica, Yorkshire, England
Mum seemed jittery in the mornings. I don't know why, she was just a bit like a bear with a sore head. Dad would come down, quickly eat some cornflakes and go off to work, barely a word was spoken between them. Mum would sort of thaw during the morning and was then fine, until the following morning. I have no clue.
I am Julian, I am nineteen, I am not doing Uni, I have just completed a Business Management course at college, and am looking for work. I shall move out of mum and dad's home as soon as I have a job and can rent somewhere. Meanwhile, I am in my childhood room at my parents home. I have no siblings, I am the solitary spoilt child, although were I to be asked I would not be able to show anyone any indications of being spoiled.
I am between girlfriends. The last one split with me for reasons I was never entirely sure of, the old 'It's me not you" speech. Whatever Louise, goodbye. So, my only relief is my good old hand. Sometimes I swap hands, just for a change. But that is the only relief I can get, I kind of envied my parents, being married, they can just get their relief anytime they fancy, too easy, sons not withstanding.
Tonight's tea was savoury mince with peas and carrots and a large baked potato. The potato had been in the oven for a few hours and would have a wonderful crispy shell, excellent. The savoury mince with its gravy would meld beautifully with the fluffy potato interior. One of my favourite meals.
There was an atmosphere at the table. I wished I could work out why mum and dad were hardly taking to each other, it was odd, lummie I hoped they weren't going to get a divorce, I rather like them both and would hate to have to choose.
Mum is in her late forties. She has a slim figure with a small bulge, or lady tummy. Her boobs are somewhere in the C cup D cup range. I have managed to catch a few glimpses of mum in the nude, not that she knows, but also on hot days she will put a bikini on and sunbathe in the garden. She would probably sunbathe at least topless if she didn't have a nineteen year old son moping about. A bikini leaves nothing to the imagination for a fertile mind.
She shaves, that much my glimpses have shown, and with blond hair, any little landing strip would be pretty invisible, so I guess she just took the lot off. Her inner lips protrude from her fat outer lips, and are a sort of grey colour. I find that incredibly sexy. Louise, my last girlfriend, had everything tucked away, she just had a slim crease that revealed little until she was on her back with her legs apart. Nice, just not as sexy.
Dad, who I have also occasionally seen naked, has a good sized dick and balls that hang down quite a way. Never seen him hard, so no idea if he is a grower or not. Today he had been at work, and mum had spent a while in her bikini in the garden much to my delight as I perved from my bedroom window. My bedroom is at the back, parents are at the front. We have a family bathroom,and that is how I have seen most of my parent's nakedness as they transit from bedroom to bathroom. They don't know, but I have a well placed tall mirror which affords me a voyeur view through my partially open door. They think I can see nothing, I actually see a lot. Even mum with a finger in her fanny one day.
After dinner, dad went out, to the pub to meet some of his friends and watch the rugby on their big screen. Sport has never captured me, it is all a bit tribal, and I am not about that. After the clearing up had zara escort been done and dad had gone to the pub, mum and I sat down in the living room.
"Mum, can I ask you something?"
"Yes sweetheart, what?"
"What's the problem with you and dad? Are you getting a divorce?"
"Oh. Is it that obvious?"
"Yes, very."
"I don't know if I can explain. But I don't think it is divorce, but it might be close."
"What is it, has dad had an affair or something?" There I was following cliches and assuming it would be dad playing away.
"Oh no, you couldn't be more wrong. Let's just say his pencil has no lead."
Crumbs, the old man couldn't get it up?
"He can get tablets for that. Tell him to go to the doctor, or he can get them over the counter at the pharmacist if he wanted."
"He has them, has taken them, and they don't work."
"Oh that's shit."
"Language Julian."
"Sorry, but it is, for both of you."
"Exactly, your father doesn't seem to understand that the whole thing is a two way process, and so if he is getting any, then neither am I."
"Er quite, although you could get yourself a vibe."
"They are not the same." Mum looked away and blushed a little, I guess this was a bit of a difficult topic for her generation.
"I don't really like doing it to myself. I know men do it all the time, except your father, I mean I bet you have already today, but I just don't like doing it to myself, never have. A vibrator gets the end result, but the process is what I struggle with."
"Why not get dad to do it, at least then you get your happy ending without delivering it yourself."
"I have suggested that. He won't entertain it. As far as he is concerned, he is broken so we don't have relations anymore. It came to head last night, and I told him that if he couldn't see to my needs, I would find someone who could."
"Oh fuck mum."
"Language."
"But mum, how are you going to find someone who can without risking your marriage? You are a great looking woman, finding someone to shag you is the easy part, it is all the baggage that may follow that is the issue."
"You mean a virile young man that doesn't have a girlfriend or wife and hence no baggage?"
"Yeah, I suppose."
The conversation kind of petered out at that point, I had nothing to offer mum in the way of a solution, and so I resumed scrolling through the web, and mum turned the TV on.
Saturday came round, and after a dinner of lamb chops, peas and gravy, we cleared away and sat down to an evening of inane tv. Gameshows, and talent shows, although for me 'talent' was a moot point. Dad was on the whiskey and mum, who normally tutted if he had more than one, was keeping him topped up. By the time nine o clock came around dad was pretty sozzled. I helped mum get him up to bed.
"I might as well turn in mum, TV is pretty dire. I'm just going to use the bathroom and then retire."
"Okay Julian, I will see you in a bit.
What? What does she mean see me in a bit? I stripped in my bedroom and threw my robe on and went to the bathroom, used the loo, cleaned my teeth and gave myself a very good wash. My mind was in overdrive pretty much, what could mum mean about seeing my later?
I put my robe on and went back to my robe. Robe off and hung up on the back of my door I padded across to my bed and had just gotten in when my door opened and mum walked in.
"You were quite right," she said as she took her robe of an stood in all of her naked glory in front zeytinburnu escort of me, "too much baggage."
"Er, okay," I said looking as closely as I could at her boobs and her fanny, I may never get another chance, I had no idea what was happening.
She walked over to the bed and pulled the quilt back. I of course had a stupendous boner and it was aiming for the stars. Mum just lay beside me on her side looking at me. She reached across and took my dick in her hand. I gasped, the pleasure that coursed through my body at that simple action was indescribable.
"So," she said, "your dad is not up to the job, looks like it is down to you. He is comatose and full of liquor laying in the bed, he has no idea what is going on, and frankly, I don't care if he did."
Okay, right, Mr Late On Parade finally got the message. Well, if we were going to do this, it for sure wasn't just going to be a quick shag. I was going to get my monies worth.
"Lay back mum and close your eyes and widen your legs," I said as I bent towards he, mum releasing my dick as I moved. No worries, she would get many more opportunities if I had my way. I leant over her fanny, inhaling her, oh such a sweet perfume her fanny has. I licked her protruding inner lips and mum squirmed beneath me.
"You don't have to do that," she said between gasps, "just shag me, that's what I need."
"Hush mum," I said as my tongue delved between her crinkly grey lips and found the heat of her sexual valley, mum widened her legs and I moved to kneel between them. As I licked along her valley, her lips wrapped around my tongue, hiding almost her treasure, but I found it, my tongue dabbed at her clitoris, mum gasping and clutching at the sheet.
My hand moved up and under my chin my fingers found her entrance and I pushed two inside her, wiggling, scissoring, mum almost lifted off the bed. I eased back, my nose running down her valley, her lips caressing it as I went. I licked her opening where my fingers were buried, and then sucked at her valley floor, the little pucker I assumed was her urethra, dibbling it with my tongue. Back to her clitoris and as I sucked it into my mouth, mum tensed, her fanny was spasming and my face was suddenly very wet as mum arched her back and screamed.
She slumped back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her breath.
"Julian," she gasped, her hand gently pushing my head away form her fanny, "Julian, I need a moment."
I crawled up the bed beside her and rolled her into my arms, my hand brushing her hair as I cuddled her to me.
"That was intense, I have never had one that intense." Mum said softly.
"Okay, there is no rush, we have all night."
Mum sort of snuggled into me and then after about five minutes her hand found and gripped my dick. "My turn," she said as she bent down.
I rolled and lay on my back my dick a flagpole in my groin. Closing my eyes I felt the warmth as mum sucked me into her mouth, her hand pulling down and holding my foreskin as she licked around the rim of my dick head, my pleasures increasing. Her other hand held my balls, rolling them in their sac, squeezing them lightly, the squeeze almost a pain, but not quite, as her tongue dibbled into the small hole at the end of my dick.
As she sucked she began a wank of my dick, her hand moving up and down, but her mouth kept station over my end, my foreskin rolling past her lips and back as she wanked. I could feel that little lightness deep inside at my root, my ereğli escort balls tightened and I knew I was about to come.
"Mum," I gasped, "I'm going to come."
She didn't let up, she didn't slow, and my balls emptied themselves down her throat, my dick trying to fuck her mouth as I spurted. Mum sucked and swallowed most, but as she let go and came up and kissed my mouth, I realised she had saved some as she rolled my ejaculate into my mouth and then passionately kissing me, her tongue played with it, coating my teeth and tongue, salty, metallic.
She eased away and lay on her back, my mouth coated with my juices, to go with hers I had tasted earlier. Her chest was heaving still, her bust rising and falling, and as I looked at her face I could see a gleam in her eyes that I hadn't seen for a very long time.
"We haven't finished yet Julian," she said, her hand on my chest, fingers playing with my puny man nipple.
"Indeed not mother," I said as my dick grew hard once more, "Indeed not," I rolled over and covered her, my hand guiding my dick to her entrance, and my hips pushing as I entered my mother, slowly but steadily my dick was buried inside my mother, back from where I was birthed. I kept pushing slowly until I felt I could push no more, buried deep inside, my balls resting on her thighs.
She put her arms around me, fingers pressing into my shoulders and I began a slow shag, my foreskin rolling back to cover my dickhead as I withdrew, rolling to uncover my head as I penetrated. Her fanny lips extending and gripping my shaft as I moved in and out. She looked up into my face, radiating pleasure, she needed this, and I was more than happy to deliver.
I increased my pace, no longer able to follow the movements of my foreskin, my dick moved easily inside her wet fanny, her muscles gipping me as I moved, her fanny caressing and almost wanking my dick such was her grip.
I pressed deep, as deep as I could, I withdrew almost out, my movements within my mum were extreme, I could not press in deeper, I could not withdraw any more, our bellies collided, a loud slap echoing the room mum's gasps synchronised, we played our orchestral music in the dark of my bedroom. Faster I went, mum's head tilted back, her mouth open, gulping in air, her breasts jiggling on her chest as we shagged.
"Oh God," she gasped and pushed upwards, her fanny clamping so tightly my dick almost stopped, her fingers boring into my back as she screamed into my face, and my dick erupted, flooding my mother's fanny with my seed, spurt after spurt after spurt. My back arched back as I pressed in deep, and then we both subsided in collapse on to the bed, me falling on top of mum, crushing her momentarily, before I rolled to the side, my dick exiting her fanny with a plop and trailing white across her thigh.
We both lay there gasping, our chests heaving as we tried to recover from mind bending orgasms.
"Never," mum said in gasps, "have I experienced sex like that, never."
"No, me neither." And it was true, Louise was very much a lay and take it girl.
Mum rolled over and kissed me, a proper passionate mouth open, tongue in, hands on my cheeks kiss. "Thank you. I needed that."
"Er, okay."
"I'll see you next Saturday. I have one place that has never been used. You can be the first."
"Oh? You mean?"
"Yes. Anal."
"Oh. Okay. I can take that virginity."
"I would like that." She kissed me again and got up and took her robe and left. I lay there wondering if she would ooze onto her bed, leaving a damp patch for dad to find. I shrugged. His loss. I closed my eyes and in my mind's eye I had mum's fanny in front of me. My dick grew hard again. I wondered if I should go into her room and shag her next to dad. I got up and went naked to their room.
"Julian!" mum exclaimed as I pulled her quilt back and got on top.