Not Yet But Now 10

Not Yet But Now, Ch. 10 of 15
by Dirty Pierre

Alice’s final exams came within a couple of months, and a school year ended for me. Following the break, Alice accepted a place at university and left home to study politics, history, and partying – not necessarily in that order.

I started another year at school and was the focus of attention at home. Not all of it was unwelcome.

“Darling, all I could think about whilst I was shopping today was your cock,” Mum confided one afternoon as I dropped my bag and wandered into the kitchen. “I had to find a toilet to masturbate in. But it hasn’t helped…” her voice trailed off forlornly. She stood and moved from the table to face me, at which point it became apparent that she was wearing nothing but her blouse and a pair of high heels. Her dark pubic hair had grown back, and she now kept it trimmed to a sexy pelt a few centimetres wide, straight down her belly to the top of her slit, her puffy cunt-lips smooth and bare.

“Would you mind giving me a quick fuck?” she continued, undoing her buttons and shedding the blouse, her tits jutting out proudly.

Evidently the no-sex-during-the-week rule was becoming somewhat flexible. Still, thrusting my hot young member into my mother’s body after school was a step up from tea and biscuits. I quickly undid my pants to free my swiftly stiffening cock.

“So eager!” Mum cooed, dragging me into her embrace, pushing my pants down off my arse. “I’ve been waiting all day. Oh, stick it up my cunt, darling.”

She spread her legs and guided my engorged length to her juicy hole. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, my pants round my ankles, shirttails flapping, I fucked my horny mother, sinking my cock into her delicious wet heat. Rubbing herself against me, she reached one hand behind me to run a finger down my crack and play with my arsehole.

“Fuck me, darling, fuck me, that’s it, oh that’s what I need…”

“Oh, Mum, Jesus, I love fucking you… Love your cunt…”

I gripped her bouncing hips, almost losing my balance as I thrust upwards into her. We staggered sideways, nearly coming unjoined, before bumping into the wall. I got her backed up against it and fucked her hard and urgently, grunting in base lust for her Mummy-cunt. I bit savagely at her tits, nipping at their flesh and pulling at her nipples with my teeth, making her squeal in pain.

“Oh God, I’m such a whore for your cock, darling, it’s so wrong, but it’s so fucking good, the way you fuck me…”

“Oh, Mum, I’m gonna fill you up, gonna fill you up…”

“Yes, yes! Cum in me! Oh yes, I can feel you cumming. I love making you cum, making you cum inside me, oh that’s where you belong, sweetheart, squirting all your sperm into your mummy…Oh I love you so much, I love fucking you so much…”

In such fashion we often ground our loins together in the most impure lust, delighting in our illicit secret, the mother and son who fuck each other between school and dinnertime. When it was warm we copulated in the garden; when it was cool we rutted anywhere in the house that our base urges might overtake us. And when away from home, we sought to toy and tease each other by surreptitious gropings and exposures.

During that honeymoon of illicit pleasure, my mother became increasingly bold and wicked. She was prone to making ambiguous hints in front of my friends. I might discover a tiny soiled g-string hidden in my school lunch, crusted with maternal cunt juice. And I learned early to read any note to school excusing my absence, after she produced one such in jest:

“Dear Mr. Watson, Please excuse Peter from games today. He is to have his penis sucked at 4:15 this afternoon, and must not be late.”

Which puts me in mind of a visit to my grandparents, during which I learned the meaning of coitus interruptus.

It was a usual Sunday, and I was less than enthused at the prospect of the visit. Though I had importuned Mum to accept a swift offering of youthful semen, we had not had time to play before the hour of departure, and I was grumpy.

“It’s not the end of the world,” Mum chided me as she drove, “and you don’t see them very often. Besides, they won’t be with us forever.”

“Humph. I’ve got so much homework to do…”

“Oh, of course!” Mum mocked me, “Your homework. It hasn’t anything at all to do with your hormones.”

The remainder of the trip passed in dissatisfied silence. But after we pulled up in their shady driveway Mum undid her seatbelt and turned to me. “Give me a kiss, darling…No, a proper kiss. But be quick.”

Her tongue wetly explored my mouth, her lips full upon mine. My hand went to her breast and squeezed it.

“Stop, stop! No more: they might see us. You have no idea how hot I am, sweetheart,” she breathed, “I want your cock in me so, so much. But you just have to be patient. Here,” she added, “see…”

Wriggling in her seat she reached beneath her dress and drew down her panties.

Unsnagging the lacy white scrap from her shoes she balled it up and handed it to me. I held it to my nose. It smelt of laundry powder and fresh mummy juice. My cock immediately stirred.

“So,” she continued, “Just behave yourself, and we’ll have fun afterwards.”

I greeted my grandparents with a considerable tightness in my pants after this naughty promise. Despite my efforts, I found it hard to concentrate on their questions at the dinner table. I was very much distracted by the sight of my mother’s bottom and thighs moving fluidly beneath her dress as she cleared away the first course, nursing the wicked knowledge that her hot, moist cunt was probably seeping down her legs in anticipation of the incestuous coupling to come. Unusually, I hastened to help her.

In the kitchen, she stood before the sink, rinsing the plates. I crept up behind her and reached round to hand another to her.

“Thank you, darling…Oo! Don’t!…” she whispered urgently.

I was frotting against her bottom through our clothes. Grandma clattered in after us, oblivious.

“Andrea, dear, would you mind…oh.”

We sprang apart guiltily. My ever-quick mother turned and embraced me in a chaste hug.

“You should give your Grandma a hug, too,” she said brightly, before addressing her, “Peter gives the nicest hugs, you know, Mum.”

“Oh I’m sure he does,” Grandma responded, a little suspiciously.

Fortunately, the sudden fright had deflated my erection, so I opened my arms to my grandmother.

“Come on, Grandma. You, too.”

She gave in. Holding her was not remotely like pawing my mother. And she had that funny old person smell, too. Nevertheless, as I looked over her shoulder to see my mother glaring and rolling her eyes. I do believe we had dodged the bullet.

Not that I learned my lesson. After lunch I accompanied Papa to his small garden shed, where he sought my help sorting through his tools. I suspect he was trying to subtly encourage me to follow him into engineering. Another time I’d have been quite interested, but right then I was concerned only with getting away and resuming forbidden play with my mother.

He left me to it after a bit, and returned to the house for a cup of tea. Shortly afterwards Mum appeared.

“Will you be long, sweetheart?”

“Dunno. Mum, could you give me a hand here for a minute?”

“What is it?” she asked, entering the shed.

“This,” I replied, grabbing her and pushing her up against the door. Turning her around, I hiked her dress up over her hips and roughly felt between her legs. So hot. So wet. Her cunt was positively drooling.

“Don’t, darling, don’t! Grandma’s already suspicious…”

But I had my cock out, and was seeking entrance as I pinned her to the door. She wriggled her bottom to avoid me, but only succeeded in lodging my turgid cock firmly in her arse crack. I rubbed myself up and down between the cheeks of her arse, breathing hard.

“Just a taste, Mum, just a little bit…”

“No, we mustn’t…Oh, God…Oh fuck, Peter…”

She had reached between her legs to align me with the mouth of her cunt and was all reluctance as I sank home in her welcoming heat. “Oh, Mum. Oh, Mummy, that’s so good…”

“Fuck, Peter, we mustn’t. I can hardly bear it…”

With slow luxurious thrusts of hot cockmeat into her juicy hole, I teased myself in sex-pleasure. I began to quicken my pace, our thighs slapping together. The door rattled against the jamb as I plundered Mum’s cunt, our combined arousal overwhelming our observation.

“Fuck me, fuck me hard!” Mum muttered, “Cum in my fucking cunt you little bugger, yes, ram it into me, yeah, like that…”

Tok, tok, tok!

Inches away, separated only by the timber of the shed door, Grandma was seeking us.

“Andrea? Peter? Are you in there? What are you doing?”

“Oh, Grandma, oh, um…the door’s got a bit stuck…”

More rattling ensued as I withdrew and fought to tuck my engorged cock back into my pants. At least Mum could simply let her dress fall over her exposed bottom. I cast about and, spying a toolbox on the shelf, nudged it crashing to the floor, the contents spilling noisily.

“Are you alright in there?”

“Yes, Mum, we’re fine,” my mother responded.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes, yes…”

Mum finally opened the door and smiled at Grandma.

“See,” she continued in false brightness, walking out. “How much longer do you think you’ll be, sweetie?” she asked over her shoulder.

“Only a few minutes.”

“Okay. See you inside then.”

She quickly steered Grandma back to the house.

It was a short few minutes indeed as I re-packed the strewn items. We prepared to leave and said our goodbyes, relieved at having evaded discovery. Though, as I pecked Grandma on the cheek in leaving, she turned to Mum, saying pointedly, “You have a couple of buttons undone, dear.”

“Rabbit,” Mum began as we drove away, “please don’t ever do that again when we’re with them. They’re not totally stupid, you know.”

“Alright, Mum. It was exciting, though, wasn’t it?”

“That’s not the point.”

“And besides, what about the things you do? Like putting your undies in my lunch.”

Mum laughed. “That’s different. That’s just keeping you on your toes.”

“Sure, until one of my friends sees them.”

“You could say they were your girlfriend’s.”

“Yes, except they know I don’t have a girlfriend.…apart from you, that is.”

“Would you like me to be your girlfriend, sweetheart?”

“Yeah.”

“What sort of things do boyfriends and girlfriends do, d’you think?”

“I dunno. Go to the pictures. Eat out. Go to the pub…”

“You’re a bit young for that yet.”

“…Kiss on the sofa. Make out in carparks.”

“Now that sounds like a good idea!”

Not far from home was a rambling unkempt park. There Mum directed the car, crunching across the gravel, past the sports field and parking in the secluded shade of some trees.

“So,” she began, “My name’s Andrea. What’s yours?”

“Peter.”

“Where do you go to school, Peter?”

“St. Ninians. What about you?”

“Our Lady of Perpetual Sucker.”

Well, that’s how it’s pronounced. The local Catholic girls’ school was a topic of much jest amongst my friends, the local Catholic girls a topic of much interest. It was strongly rumoured that they all fellated like vacuum cleaners. Quite how that myth took hold in a veritable forest of unsucked teenage penis I know not.

“Do you like it there?”

“Oh yes, especially when Father Cuddihy and Sister Brigid gives me their special unction.”

“Uh-huh. What’s special unction?”

“Well, Sister Brigid makes me get on my knees and lick her between the legs. And afterwards Father Cuddihy gives me the host.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a thing he keeps in his trousers, but when he rubs it this white goo squirts out, and I drink it. Sometimes he does it on my face, all hot and runny. And I touch myself between the legs while I’m taking it, too. Even though they call that my nasty little cunt. Sister Brigid calls hers her horny fuck hole, but I suppose hers is different ‘cause she’s a nun.”

“Ah, I’m pretty certain I have one of those in my pants, too.”

“Really? Would you like to give me your host?”

“Sure. And you can touch your, your,ah…nasty little cunt, too.” I began undoing my pants to free my cock.

“Oh, thanks! Can I take my boobs out, too? I like having my boobs out when I’m playing with my nasty little cunt.”

Andrea wasn’t waiting for permission: she undid the buttons down the front of her dress and reached inside to undo her bra. Having loosened it, she pulled it down to free her breasts, which now hung out over its lace cups.

“Can I suck your boobs?”

“Oh yeah, I’d like that. Here…”

She leaned awkwardly across the car, feeding a nipple into my mouth. With my mouth full of breast flesh, I struggled to get my pants down. Andrea tried to help, too, but the entire exercise was cramped and uncomfortable, chiefly characterised by banged knees and her laughter.

“Hey, hey,” I protested. “Can we get in the back?”

Mum let go and, clothes flapping, we each climbed out and back in again behind. Andrea pounced.

“That’s bigger than Father Cuddihy’s,” she leered. “It looks yummy. Can I suck it?”

“If you show me your tits some more.”

“Do you like them?” She cupped her breasts and twisted her body from side to side, showing them off. “The other girls are envious ‘cause mine are bigger, and they haven’t anything to show off like me.”

“I’ll bet they are. Do you like showing them off?”

“Oh, yes! I like it when men stare at me. Sometimes I take off my bra and leave some buttons undone on my uniform and bend over so they can look. I know they’d like to squeeze them. It gets me all twitchy between the legs.”

“Are you twitchy now?”

“Very. I wanna suck your host and make the goo come out.”

“My what?”

“Your thing.”

“I’m not catholic. We don’t call it that. My cock, you mean?”

“Your cock? That sounds so dirty. Yeah, I wanna suck on your cock and drink your goo.”

Andrea leaned over and oohed and aahed over my throbbing erection. She licked the head teasingly before popping it into her hot mouth and running her tongue around underneath.

“Jack me while you suck it, Andrea.”

“Like this?” She began rapidly pulling her hand up and down, more like trying to start a chainsaw than to bring me to orgasm.

“A bit slower…Mmmm…Like that.”

Catholic girls were evidently fast learners. This nasty little slut was going to bring me off in no time flat if I didn’t do something about it.

“Andrea, Andrea stop. I want to fuck you.”

“Oh, but Sister Brigid says I mustn’t use my nasty little cunt for fucking until I’m married…even though I want to…Oh, don’t make me! I’ll have to say even more Hail Marys if you stick your cock in my cunt…Oh don’t make me kneel on the seat over you like this…Don’t squeeze my tits, don’t make me hold it to my cunt hole and stick it in and make me go up and down on it…”

“You fucking slut, you love it don’t you?”

“Oh yeah, I’m just like Sister Brigid, with a cock up my horny fuck hole…”

“You make it all hot and fat to fuck you with, you’re so nasty, wriggling your arse on me like that, look how wet you are…”

“Oh I am! I am! My cunt juice is dripping everywhere, it’s like I’m melting inside, melting on your cock. And having those people watching us makes it even hotter…” Mum was looking out the passenger’s side rear window. Not sixty feet away a middle-aged couple had halted their post-Sunday-roast-dinner stroll to stare in our direction. Mum instantly shed Andrea’s persona, turning to look directly at them.

“My name is Andrea Campbell,” she said in her most calm and polite tone, not loud enough for them to hear, but enunciating with absolute clarity, for the improvement of their lip-reading. “And this is my son Peter. Yes, you are absolutely right. It is what you think it is. We are fucking, committing incest in public. I have my thighs open over him and his delicious teenage cock is going in and out of my cunt. Yes, he is underage. And his cock is glorious. He fucks me all the time. And he ejaculates inside me, his mother. And I love it…”

Meantime I buried my face in her hair to hide from them, urging her to stop, saying “Mum, Mum, shush, Mum, Mum don’t…” although I was mightily conflicted as she kept steadily rising and falling on my cock, bringing me closer and closer to the climax I’d been seeking all day.

“…Would you like to come closer and inspect his cock as it goes in and out of my maternal cunt, just to be sure? I can feel him getting ready to give me his seed, you stupid pair, gawking and nudging each other, yes, watch while my son orgasms inside me and fills me with his sperm, oh yes, can you see? Can you see? Do you want to look at his semen leaking out of me when he’s done? He’s giving it to me right now, his cum is spurting up inside me…”

“O-o-oh Mu-u-um…”

“Spurting into his mother, his fucking mother you spineless idiots, standing there with your mouths open…”

“Oh, fuck oh shit yes!”

“…Why don’t you ring up about it, you pathetic individuals…That’s it darling, I know you’ve been waiting all day, cum in me, fill me with cum from your beautiful fat cock, yes sweetheart, yes…”

She turned her face from them and kissed me deeply as my orgasm subsided. I stole a glance past her at the voyeurs. The man was moving around towards the back of the car without approaching it.

“Shit, Mum, he’s getting the registration number.”

“Oops, that may be a problem. Yes. Keep your head down.”

I needed no further suggestion. “What’s he doing now?”

“Looks as if that’s exactly what he’s doing: getting the number. Oh shit.” She finished buttoning her dress without pulling up her bra and climbed off me, opening the door.

“Stay there. Lie down.”

She stepped out, ignoring the audience and resumed her position behind the wheel.

Starting the car again, she drove slowly towards them and rolled down her window.

“Excuse me,” she called, “Do you know if there’s a doctor’s surgery open nearby? Not on a Sunday, of course…No, it’s not desperately urgent…Well, thank you anyway…”

Exeunt. A block from the park Mum stopped to let me back into the front seat.

“That was fun!” she said, much as if she’d said “Lovely weather today!” or “This ice cream is delicious!”

“Aah, yeah, but jeez it was fucking scary, too. Not like at Grandma and Papa’s.”

“I know, darling. That’s part of it, the chance of being seen by strangers. It makes it more exciting, don’t you think?”

“Not really. It just scared the shit out of me.”

“Didn’t stop you from cumming though, sweetheart, did it? Knowing that someone else is watching you cumming in me – don’t you think that’s hot?”

“Ah, I’d prefer not being caught.”

“Really? Did it spoil your orgasm, sweetie? Oh, I’m sorry. Would you like another when we get home?”

“I’d like that anyway,” I reassured her.

“You’ll have to tell me what you’d like. Make it a special one. Perhaps you can think of something we haven’t done. Something dirty; would you like that?”

“Of course.”

“’Cause Andrea hasn’t cum yet, and she’s such a dirty little bitch, she does just about anything. I had no idea that catholic girls were such filthy sluts. No wonder the nuns are so strict with them.” We both laughed.

“Did you see how she started sucking me off when we’d barely met?” I asked.

“Oh I know! So vulgar. And she was pulling her tits out for you, wanting you to lick them.”

“And then she was saying ‘Oh don’t fuck me,’ but she could hardly wait to get my cock inside her.”

“Shameless! I hope you don’t bring any nasty girls like that home to meet me.”

We continued in this vein the rest of the short journey, and hurried inside. I began shedding my clothes the moment we were in the door, my cock rising in anticipation.

“I want some of that,” Mum enthused. “I’ll be with you in a minute: I just need to go to the loo.”

Genius touched me. “No. Not until I let you.” Mum’s eyes widened.

“You’ll just have to hang on. Come with me.”

I grabbed her arm, pulling her close and twisting it up against her flank, before marching her through the house and out the back door. I stopped her by the sun lounge.

“Take that off,” I ordered her, gesturing towards her dress. She began fiddling with the buttons.

“I said ‘Take it off’,” I brushed her hands aside and tore it open, wrenching it off her shoulders, “The bra, too.” She complied, standing naked now in her sandals, her clothes in a crumpled heap round her feet.

I felt between her thighs: hot, sticky cunt. My middle finger slipped up her gooey hole as I cupped her pussy.

“You’ve got cum running down your legs. What a slut.”

“I know. I can’t help it.”

“Can’t help what?”

“I love cum. I love cock. I love being fucked.”

“Bend over that,” I told her, pushing her towards the sun lounge. She did as she was told, presenting her arse.

“I need to pee first.”

“Shut up.”

I stepped up behind her and sought out her fuck hole. She tilted her pelvis and I sank home, placing my hands on her hips.

“You fucking slut.”

“Oh yes, oh shit…Peter, I’m busting…”

“No. Don’t.”

I eased my cock in and out, pressing up against the heat of her crotch, the plush roundness of her arse. So sweetly wrong, my mother’s cunt, so darkly tantalising. “I’m going to sit down, and you’re going to fuck me like you did in the car.” I pulled out and moved her aside, perching on the corner of the sun lounge.

“Please, Peter, can I pee?”

“No. Stick me back up your cunt.”

Mum spread her legs and sank down on my cock, greedily swallowing me between her engorged lips. She put her hands on my shoulders and began to work herself on my rod, her discomfort now obvious as she squeaked and whimpered.

“Isn’t that good?” I teased.

“Oh fuck, Peter, I really need to go. Just give me one minute.”

“Go now.”

“Oh! No!”

I pulled her down onto my lap.

“You wanted something dirty. You can go now. Pee on me, Mummy.”

“Oh you dirty boy…”

She settled her hips on me, my cock buried to the hilt in her hot cunt, and paused. A few drops, a little squirt, then a hissing stream emerged from below her clit, jetting out over my pubes, hot yellow piss wetting my belly, running out over my hips and thighs and down between my legs. I sought her open mouth and she responded passionately to my kiss, our tongues dancing in fiery wet abandon.

“More, Mum, more. Please, give me more of your piss…”

I wriggled beneath her to work my cock inside her. Mum puffed and strained to maintain the filthy flow, moving her hips on me as it eased and beginning to fuck again.

“You dirty, dirty boy,” she repeated, writhing on my cock and starting to finger her clit, “I never…oh fuck, Peter, that was, oh dear, that was so nasty, so dirty…” Grunting and pushing, twisting and thrusting, we pressed towards our climax.

“I’m going to cum, Mum, I’m going to cum…”

“Yes, darling, oh, let me cum with you, my filthy, filthy love…”

She ground her pelvis into me to receive my spermy load, groaning through her own orgasm and raining kisses on my face, our coupling ending in dirty delight.

I’ve often reflected on the events of that day. Much was youthful impetuousness. But what possessed me to ask my mother to urinate on me while we were joined together? It is, I think, complex and highly ambiguous. Humiliation, submission, control, vulnerability, intimacy and perhaps much else were involved. Yes, there was humiliation in having her body’s hot yellow waste discharged over me. And submission in welcoming the play of that hissing stream upon my skin. Yet when and where she might allow herself that release was subject to my permission, my control. I am not humiliated by that which I choose; a willing submission involves no yoke. More: we close our eyes to the imperfection of the other that by sweating and farting and leaking invites rejection. In sharing the working of her uncleanliness there was also a deep intimacy, an intimacy born of her vulnerability, an intimacy of my embrace of this animal function in her.

Perhaps there is a connection between this and attitudes to spurting ejaculate. He who forces a woman to accept his orgasmic discharge on face or breast or belly asserts power, contempt, anger. But she who demands his bursting climax, who insists on receiving his hot semen on her skin, turns the tables entirely.

Only with my mother have I enjoyed this bond of filthy acceptance. From time to time thereafter we took pleasure in sharing this wicked aspect of our intimacy, whether it involved me pissing hotly over her offered breasts, her head tilted back and eyes closed in supplication, or she squatting over me, steamily emptying her swollen bladder on my chest, or on all fours, delightedly spraying her waste into the hands I cupped beneath her, or, with my cock in her hand, directing my strong salt flow over those parts of her body which she desired to be wetted and soiled. And always, our ensuing coupling was both piquant and profound, as we reveled in the expression of the dirty desires we had thus revealed.

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5 thoughts on “Not Yet But Now 10

  1. Pierre,
    I’ve been enjoying this series for some time and it always succeeds in making me wet and horny enough to masturbate and cum, more than once sometimes. But this one was just perfect, I really enjoyed the peeing part, its something I’ve been enjoying for some years and you’re right it is the ultimate in trust and filthy acceptance of ones partner. Even tho all my peeing partners have been female I suspect when the right guy comes along he will enjoy the benefit too.

  2. That was very hot. I like the detail you use. I though you details in describing her pubic mound awsome. Liked the pee sex at the end great. Hope there are morecchapters to follow.

  3. I love this whole story. But, being the person I am, I want the daught to come back to stay.

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