Mum Discovers Doll part 2

This follows on from my previous experience where my mum discovered my sex doll. After the utter embarrassment of my mum discovering my sex doll I had decided to buy a Pocket Pussy, only use it late at night when everyone is asleep and hid it in an anonymous box with a combination lock under my bed. 4 months after I fist bought it, 6 months after the initial doll discovery I was sitting in my room one afternoon when my mum came upstairs and came in for a chat. We chatted about general stuff for a couple of minutes, as we often did, and my mum stayed in my room after the conversation had finished which also wasn't entirely unusual. After a couple of minutes I sensed my mum was feeling a bit uncomfortable and wanted to say something so I smiled and asked if everything was all right. "Well." she took a nervous breath and closed her eyes. "A little while after I found your, thing, I realised I had completely overreacted about it, it's something all men, well lots, not your Father do”. I smiled inwardly at that as my mum very briefly took a breath. “I know your hormones will be going crazy, I know you must have all sorts of feelings rushing through your brain, I know it is something that feels, er will feel nice for you, I know it’s something that happens to all boys, young men, I know it must be driving you crazy, I know…” My mum paused for a breath, opened her eyes, took a deep breath, looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m very sorry, how can I make it up to you?”. “Has it really been bothering you for nearly 6 months now?” I asked with a smile. “Yes and no” my mum answered. “I realised I’d been a little unfair a few weeks later” mum continued, “but tried not to think much more about it. About a month ago I saw, somewhere, how much those things, er dolls cost and I was shocked at just how expensive they are”. There was a brief silence as neither of us seemed sure of where this was heading. “To be honest mum I bought it as I was missing having sex after I ended my relationship with Michelle and,” “was it as good?” my mum interrupted. “I don’t know, that was the first time and I didn’t want to use it after that” I answered with a grin. “Really?” My mum asked. “Yep”. My mum did look quite guilty. Again there was another pause before my mum took another breath. “Well that settles it.” I gave my mum a slightly confused look. She closed her eyes. She took another much deeper breath. There was a long pause. My mum took another breath, opened her eyes and said, “Would you like to have sex with me?”. I was dumbfounded. I just stood there in a daze. My mum is 61 years old, average looking with the curves you’d expect of a 61 year old mother and in my 36 years this is the very last thing I would ever expect her to say to me. I eventually replied, “what?”. My mum smiled an uncertain smile. “Would you want to have sex or make love with me, or whatever?”. I spent what felt like an eternity stood there thinking everything through in my mind. No, of course I don’t, she’s my mother. Yes, she is such a wonderful person, I should feel honoured. No, what on earth would I be thinking. Yes, I do think her womanly curves are very sexy. No, she’s married. Yes, I haven’t had sex for more than 6 months. No, it is just wrong. Yes, she is beautiful. I reached out and took hold of my mum’s hand, she looked down at it as I held it tight. I moved it towards me and placed it on my chest as she looked up in to my eyes. “Yes, that would be incredible!” I said. My mum smiled pulled herself close and kissed me tenderly. “Your Father’s off to Sheffield at the weekend with work, we’ll have some time then”. “Ah yes, I remember.” I said. There was another slightly uneasy silence before my mum said, “Some special time.” She gave me a sexy smile and walked off leaving me stood there with my stomach turning somersaults! Over the next few days I was noticing things about my mum I’d never noticed before, when she leaned forward how her trousers clung to her bum, how her T shirts occasionally clung to her breasts, how her nipples were sometimes visibly erect and how you could make out the outline of her knickers through her trousers. Nothing overly sexual just things I hadn’t noticed before. My Dad spent Friday night and Saturday night at a conference in Sheffield. On the first evening we spent our time together just flirting and being very affectionate. We cuddled up on the sofa after our evening meal and watched Notting Hill although every few minutes we would lean over and kiss. I was regularly stroking my mum’s boobs occasionally her thighs but for some reason I never felt the urge to venture my hand between her legs. My mum was caressing my face, gently rubbing and fondling my chest and stomach and commenting and giggling at the twitching bulge between my legs! On Saturday we woke in separate beds after deciding it still did not feel quite right to share a bed that night. The morning was spent as most mornings were doing general stuff around the house but often when we passed each other there would be a sexy smile or an affectionate touch or little kiss. In the afternoon our feelings toward each other soon erupted into feelings of passion and desire. As my mum walked past me I grabbed hold of her hips firmly, pulled her close to me and kissed her hard with lust burning in my veins. Mum dropped the bag she was carrying, put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me against the wall as we continued to kiss. I could feel my penis growing so I placed one leg between my mums and humped her thigh with my hardening cock. My mum was grinding herself up and down my leg gasping as we kissed. We continued for several minutes before mum stopped and said “upstairs.” and started to turn towards the hall. “No!” My turn to control. I pulled mum back, pushed her against the wall stared hard in to her eyes as I undid the button and zip on her jeans, placed my hand on her belly and slid it down, into her knickers noticing how silky smooth her skin was and placed my middle finger in to her dripping slit. “Oh god, oh god.” My mum said her eyes tightly shut. I carried on fingering before I dropped to my knees, pulled mum’s jeans down and she stepped out of them before laid back and pulled my mum down over my face and I lapped my tongue over her wet pussy. I gently pulled her lips apart and circled my tongue around her throbbing clit. I felt I was in heaven as my mum’s juices ran in to my mouth and I tasted her beautifully sweet arousal. My own mother! I placed my tongue inside her slid it forwards and backwards feeling her clit rubbing along ridges of my wet tongue. “Yaaaaaaahh!” she cried as I looked up at her licking and sucking her, savouring her juices.   I continued before my mum eventually stood up slightly breathlessly and said very firmly “Upstairs!”. I got up and followed her upstairs although I had to walk with some degree of uneasiness as my boxers were soaked in precum! We got in to her bedroom and she turned to face me, Mum was wearing just a T shirt whilst I was still wearing jeans and my top. She reached down and undid my belt but stopped when I placed my hands on her hips and took off her blouse, she was wearing an everyday white bra but the style certainly had a hint of sexiness. Mum continued undoing and lowering my jeans as I took off my T shirt, she lowered my boxers to reveal my thickening cock covered in strings of precum which I used my Top to clean. “Smooth like mummy.” Mum said with an innocent smile. I nearly came right then looking at her! I reached round and unhooked my mum’s bra, seeing her 38D breasts was magical. I placed my hand on one feeling it’s warmth and ran my thumb around her hard nipple. “Ahhh” she moaned. I bent down and kissed it, circling my tongue around the nipple. My mum climbed on to her bed, lay down parted her legs slight and smiled at me. I moved to join my mum on the bed, lay on top of her and we kissed with an unbridled intensity. As my cock slid into her very welcoming pussy we both gasped in unison, I thrusted in and out slowly as our kisses alternated from passionate to gentle. We spent several hours in bed making love with a tenderness I have never known before. We changed between various positions with only a slight pause when I first came before continuing after I cleaned my juices out of my mum with my tongue. I was laying on my back with my mum kneeling over my hips gently raising herself up and down on my cock. “Do you want this to feel even better?” my mum asked. “I would love to” I replied. Mum got off and said to move round so my hips were still on the bed but my head was resting on the floor. She climbed back on and continued sliding herself up and down my now throbbing erect shaft. “Wow!” I said. Very soon I could feel the sensations in my penis getting much more intense so I told my mum to stop. “This is not how I want to come”. I got up and indicated for my mum to lie on the bed, I lay on top and asked her to close her legs squeezing my cock tight. As I started moving my hips back and forwards mum wrapped her arms around me and gripped me tight as she rocked her own hips too. As I neared my second and much greater climax I could feel my mum’s pussy contracting, she was gasping in my ear. As I felt the first spasm in my cock I kissed my mum. The ecstasy I felt as I climaxed inside my mum for the second time, the passion in our kisses, the pleasure I felt as my mum climaxed barely able to kiss as the sensations shuddered through her body. We held each other as the euphoria slowly lessened but the passion remained in or bodies.