Incest Swimming with Mom

[Odin chacha]

Ch. 06​

Despite the difficulties, I managed to put Mum out of my head. For some reason, Georgia was new and exciting and while I still wanted to fuck Mum every minute of the day, it was easier to be apart from her while I had Georgia to think about.

We'd started texting back and forth, nothing too exciting, and she agreed to come to my Wednesday afternoon football practice so we could get something to eat afterwards. As soon as Tommy spotted her, wrapped up in a thick knitted scarf in the stands, he nudged me and I started to get an unusual amount of back slaps and fist bumps from the others on the team. I wish her being there had inspired me to play better than usual, but the pitch was muddy and I don't think I distinguished myself especially much. After washing the mud off in the shower afterwards, I stuffed my dirty kit into my bag and went out to meet Georgia, who looked really cute wrapped up warm. She had gloves which were supposed to look like cats, and she gave me an impulsive hug as I was admiring them.

"You're so warm from running around and I've been waiting outside the whole time," she said, defensively, going pink again. I didn't mind at all.

Since Georgia was vegetarian, she knew all the best vegetarian or vegan places to eat in the city, and she took me to a place which specialised in tofu dishes. I'd never eaten tofu before, so she recommended a stir fry which actually tasted surprisingly good. I'd probably still prefer chicken, but, whatever. The best part of the meal was when we sat down and she took off her coat, revealing a low-cut patterned top which made her boobs look really good. I worked hard not to stare.

"So I have to ask, but I don't want to be insensitive," I said, when I was full of food and she was picking at the remains of her salad, "But are you...?"

She took over. "My mum's Vietnamese," she explained, "And my dad is Scottish. That's why I'm Buddhist, it's from my Mum's side."

"Ahhh," I said, relaxing a little. "I did wonder. Did you grow up in Scotland?"

She nodded, giving me another little smile which I loved. "Lived in Glasgow all my life."

I had to say that, whatever my dick was trying to tell me about her tits, Georgia was funny, smart, beautiful and really interesting. She laughed at my jokes, possibly out of pity, and she seemed genuinely interested in hearing about growing up with a single mum.

"I know I'm lucky to have had both my parents and plenty of money," she admitted. "I think it's amazing how hard your mum must have worked."

"She's an amazing person," I replied, fighting against a rising tide of guilt. Georgia picked up on the fact I was slightly uncomfortable and quickly changed the subject, telling me about a mad lecturer who taught on her course (Chemistry, by the way). By the time we finally left the restaurant, we'd been in there over two hours and emerging into the cold wind was a bit of a trial.

"Text me, okay?" Georgia said, holding onto my arm as we walked to the bus stop which went to her accommodation.

"I definitely will, I've had a great time," I told her, and she giggled. I wondered if this was the moment I was supposed to make a move and kiss her. Despite everything, I didn't actually have any experience in 'normal' dating. I chickened out, and just waved at her as her bus pulled away from the stop. Then I realised I'd left my kit bag in the tofu restaurant and had to dash all the way back to get it.

Slightly unexpectedly, on Saturday my mum rang me up at lunchtime.

"I forgot to tell you that there's a works do this evening," she said. "So I thought we could start a little bit earlier today?"

I hesitated and she realised immediately.

"Is something the matter?" she asked, her tone moving from flirty Cathy to concerned Mum in an instant.

"No, it's just..." I said. "Can I talk to you about something first?"

"You can talk to me about anything."

I took a breath. "I met this girl, her name's Georgia. I really like her."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Mum said, completely sincerely. "She definitely doesn't have a boyfriend this time?"

I laughed, feeling myself relax. "Definitely doesn't. We went on a date on Wednesday."

"What's she like?" Mum asked.

I spent nearly an hour telling Mum about the date and about Georgia and she seemed to really love hearing about her. In the end, I just came out and said it.

"I feel really guilty when I'm with her because of us," I said, clenching my free hand into a fist and staring at it. "I know it doesn't make sense."

"It makes perfect sense," Mum reassured me. "If you want to pause our relationship or stop it, that's okay."

I shook my head. "I don't want to pause, I just wish I felt better about it."

"We both know this can't last forever, so why not just enjoy it until the time feels right to end?" Mum said, and I smiled.

"Okay, I can go with that."

"Now, then, I take it you're alone?" Flirty Cathy was back.

"All alone," I told her, getting comfortable in my desk chair.

"I've been so horny this week," she told me, slowly. "I don't know why, but it's been so hard to keep from touching myself."

"And you want me to help you, Cathy?" I teased, reaching down and stroking my cock.

"I'm so needy at the moment, I think I'd do anything you asked me to," Mum said, a gentle moan coming through the phone.

This got my pulse racing again and various possibilities flashed through my head. Before I could say anything, Mum spoke again.

"I was so close to touching myself at work," she said softly. "I couldn't stop thinking about you and your cock and how you fuck me with it, and I got so wet."

My cock was really hard. "What if I came to your office?" I suggested.

"Oh, fuck, I would have given anything to see you walk through the door and just take me," Mum said, moaning again.

"I want to bend you over your desk."

"Mm, yes..."

"And I want to push up your skirt and start rubbing your pussy through your pants."

"Oh, yes, baby."

"I want to feel how wet this is making you."

"I'm really wet."

"I'm going to get my cock and slowly push it into you."

"Mm... what about all the people in the office?"

"I don't care, I just want to fuck you."

"Yes... But they'll all see you fucking your mum's slutty pussy..."

"I can't stop, I just have to fuck you, Mum."

"Cum inside me, I want to feel you cumming inside me." Her voice was urgent now.

"I'm so close, Mum, I want to cum in your pussy, fill you up."

"Do it, cum for me, baby, I want to feel my son's cum deep inside me."

I couldn't hold back. My balls contracted and I shot a load of cum straight up in the air, splashing onto my arm. I flailed my hand at the box of tissues and managed to grab one in time to catch the second shot, while Mum moaned down the phone.

Panting, I tried my best to clean up.

"I just came so hard!" Mum said in a tired but happy voice.

"Me, too," I replied, laughing slightly. "Made a bit of a mess."

"Oh, honey, did it get on your clothes?"

"No, just my arm."

"Okay, that's good."

There were a few moments of silence down the phone.

"Mum, um, do you think we could try that, one time?"

"What? In my office? I don't think-"

I cut her off. "No, I mean, cumming inside."

"Oh." She was quiet for a second. "Well, I don't want to go on the pill, it plays havoc with my hormones, so we'll have to wait for a safe day."

I grinned. That was as close to a yes as I was getting. Something deep inside me really wanted to cum inside Mum, as if it was somehow the right thing to do. I wasn't experienced enough with women to know what a safe day was, but I couldn't wait until Mum had one.

After two more successful dates with Georgia, she started coming to watch my football matches regularly and started to hang out with the other girlfriends who huddled in the stands, fighting off the cold. I had to admit, it felt good to join the select club of lads who headed home after training with a girl. Georgia seemed to get on with everyone and I noticed several jealous glances when she was waiting for me after training, gossiping with the other girlfriends, wearing thermal leggings under her thick coat which made her legs look amazing. I slid my hand around her waist and she giggled a little.

"Do you want to come back to my flat?" I asked her as we set off back towards town.

"Won't your flatmate be there?" Georgia asked, giving me one of her suspicious expressions which I found so cute.

"Maybe, but then you could meet her," I said. "Caramel digestives were on sale when I went to the supermarket so I've got a whole unopened packet."

Georgia grinned. "Okay, but I'm only doing it for the biscuits."

When I texted her, Lydia said she was over at Becca's and wouldn't be back until later. Georgia and I started off by watching Netflix, drinking tea and eating biscuits, but pretty soon she was lying on top of me, snogging, her hair tickling my face. She'd slid her hand up my shirt and was tracing her fingers over my chest muscles as he kissed, occasionally moving tantalisingly close to the waistband of my trousers but never crossing the line. Eventually I built up the courage to push my hand up the back of her top, sliding my hand over her bra strap and around to the front. The instant my hand touched the tiniest part of her bra cup, she grabbed my wrist in a vice grip.

"That's a boyfriend-only area," she said softly, pulling away and making eye contact with me.

"I thought I was your boyfriend?" I asked, confused.

"I didn't know if it was official yet," she replied.

Obviously I wanted Georgia to be my girlfriend so I complied. "Okay, will you be my girlfriend?"

"You're not seeing anyone else?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Of course not," I told her, inwardly pleased with how natural it sounded, but feeling a rising panic that she knew something about me and Mum.

"Good," she said, relaxing and kissing me again. "Okay, I'll be your girlfriend."

This time, when my fingers slid towards her bra, she didn't stop me. I pushed her top over her head and then undid her bra strap, and she blushed slightly as I got my first look at her tits.

I know it's not exactly very nice to compare women, but I have to admit, they were the nicest boobs I'd ever seen. Mum's were probably slightly bigger, yeah, but the effects of gravity and age hadn't yet hit Georgia's. She had big, round nipples which were already sticking out, and even awkwardly lying forwards like she was, they looked really sexy. I cupped one in my hand as she kissed me again, gently teasing her nipple with my fingertip, and she let out a soft moan.

"Can we go to your room?" she asked, and I nodded, hardly able to believe my luck.

My initial goal, of finally getting to have sex with Georgia, didn't happen. Instead, we lay on the bed and snogged and I played with her tits, discovering in the process that flicking her nipples gently with my fingers really got her going, and then I kept on exploring and managed to get my hand into her leggings. Her pussy hair was trimmed short and I could feel how wet she was immediately. Slowly rubbing her clit, I tried to remember what I'd done to Mum before which had turned her on, and repeat it on Georgia. After a few minutes of rubbing her clit and hearing her breath getting short, I slowly pushed a finger into her slick, tight pussy, and heard her let out a proper moan.

"Gentle," she said breathlessly, spreading her legs a little wider. Since she still had her leggings on, it was a restricted space to work in, but I did my best, slowly working my finger in until it was as deep inside her as possible. She moaned again and I started moving in and out, getting faster, watching her nipples move with each thrust until she put her arm around my neck and pulled me in to kiss some more. I gained in confidence and moved faster again, doing everything I could to fuck her with my finger, hearing her moans getting louder, but then there was the sound of the flat's front door opening and Georgia clamped her legs shut.

"It's just Lydia getting back," I explained, but Georgia pushed my hand out of her leggings and grabbed her bra. My dick was rock hard in my trousers and I was frustrated with Lydia's timing, but things were still new with Georgia and I didn't want to push my luck. As she got dressed, I grabbed a tissue to clean my hand and, when we were both decent, I opened the door of my room to introduce Georgia to Lydia.

Luckily, Georgia and Lydia hit it off straight away and after ten minutes, they were chatting away with barely a thought for me, sitting at the kitchen table playing on my phone. They'd exchanged numbers after a quarter of an hour and Georgia even offered to cook dinner for everyone. I know this is supposed to be domestic bliss - two hot girls making me dinner, but mostly I was horny and wanted to get Georgia alone again. It never happened, though, and after dinner she gave me a kiss at the door and left, waving away my offer to walk her to the bus stop.

"No point you getting all cold, it's only a two minute walk," she explained. "Text me?"

"I will do," I replied, kissing her again.

Once the flat's door was safely shut, I turned to go back to my room, ready to bring up some of Mum's sexy selfies and masturbate, but Lydia stuck her head out of the kitchen and asked to talk.

"What's up?" I said, thinking that at least if I was going to be kept from my room I could make a hot drink, so I filled up the kettle and set it to boil.

Despite spending the last two hours chatting happily to Georgia, Lydia seemed worried, so I rinsed out her mug and stuck a teabag in it and she gave me a grateful look.

"I spoke to Mark about me and Becca," she said, finally, settling onto a kitchen chair and adjusting her glasses.

"How did he react?" I asked, pouring the hot water into our mugs.

Lydia hesitated for a moment. "Um, it didn't go as well as I'd hoped."

"Did you break up?" I felt a sudden pity for Lydia. Much as I'd wanted her and Mark to break up in the past, now I just felt sorry for her. They'd been dating for a long time.

"No, not exactly," Lydia explained. "It's actually really awkward, which is why I wanted to talk it over with you."

Tea brewed, I added milk and then put Lydia's mug down in front of her, sitting down on the opposite side of the kitchen table. "Okay, what's so awkward about it?" I said, blowing on the surface of my tea to cool it.

Lydia put her head in her hands for a second. "I can't believe I'm actually about to say this," she muttered, then took a deep breath. "Mark has told me he wants to have a threesome. With me and Becca."

On the outside, my facial expression was one of total concern. On the inside, I was going crazy. For one, isn't it weird to ask your girlfriend for a threesome like that? Also, if Lydia and Becca agree, then I am insanely jealous of him.

"Have you asked Becca?" I asked her.

"I did and Becca isn't really into it, but she said she will if it makes me happy," Lydia told me. "I don't want to lose Mark, but..."

"To be honest," I said, "Asking for a threesome doesn't exactly sound like Mark is really focused on saving your relationship."

Lydia nodded. "He said that then he wouldn't feel jealous about me cheating on him with Becca."

I shrugged. "Maybe that's true, but to me it just sounds like he wants to try his arm at having a threesome since he knows it's over."

Lydia looked so upset that I suddenly felt like I'd gone too far.

"I mean, I might be wrong," I said, apologetically, "But I think you might need to face reality."

She quickly drank a mouthful of tea to cover up what I'm fairly sure was a tear in her eye.

"Do you think you'll do it?" I asked, realising what Lydia was coming round to.

She sighed. "I really want to make me and Mark work. I know it sounds so stupid, but we've been together since forever and I know that I'll be an idiot for not trying to do whatever I can to fix it."

I was extremely doubtful but focused on my tea for a minute to cover it up. "So have you made a plan?"

"Mark's going to come here the last weekend before the Christmas break, so we'll try it then," Lydia explained. "I'd be grateful if we could have the flat to ourselves that weekend, is that okay?"

I thought about it. It was too expensive to go back to Mum's on the train, especially since I would be going there a week later, but I could probably crash at Tommy's or even see if Georgia wouldn't mind having me for one night. In fact, it might make a good excuse to spend the night with Georgia.

"I'll make it work," I told Lydia. "Just let me know if I can help with anything else."

On Saturday I told Mum about this plan, and she agreed with me that it was never going to work.

"But, what's most important is that you can be there to support Lydia," Mum said. "Even if the plan is a bad one, she needs to see it through."

I had to tell Mum that if I was staying at someone else's place, we couldn't do our usual Saturday thing that week, but she was okay with it. I was annoyed, but what made up for it was the promise of actually seeing Mum in person a week later, and everything that went along with that.

"Anyway," Mum announced. "I'm just about to jump into the bath with a glass of wine, and then I want you to tell me all about what you've been getting up to with your new girlfriend."

I laughed a little. "Are you sure you want to hear about me with another woman?" I asked, teasing her. "Anyway, a gentleman never tells."

"A gentleman can tell his mum anything," she teased back. "Now I want you to send me a picture of your gorgeous cock, I've been missing it all week."

"I want a picture of you in return," I told her, locking my bedroom door.

"You want to see me naked, huh?" she said, giggling a little. "I'll see what I can do."

I think at this point it goes without saying that when I got her photo, which was of her tits covered in bubbles from the bath while she pulled on her nipple, I was able to cum pretty quickly.

Since I wasn't allowed in the flat on Saturday, I did my Christmas shopping. I'd raised the topic of staying overnight with Georgia (via text), but she said her flatmate wasn't very happy about overnight guests and I left it there. I wasn't sure what kind of flatmate didn't allow overnight guests, but I didn't want to make things awkward by seeming desperate. So, I sent Tommy a message and he agreed straight away.

I'd packed a sports bag with my clothes and toothbrush, and when I dropped these off at Tommy's place he just threw the bag onto his bed and grabbed his coat.

"Come on, let's get shitfaced," Tommy said firmly, ushering me back out of the flat. "One of my flatmates is whinging on about his dissertation and I can't face another minute of being told to be quiet."

With it being Saturday, we just went between bars in the city centre, looking for places which had some atmosphere, until we eventually were drunk enough and it was late enough to hit a club. Usually, the loud music and overpriced drinks weren't really that appealing, but it was only two weeks until Christmas and everyone was in a good mood. Tommy bought a round of Jaegermeisters for us and started to scan the crowd.

"Here, you see that lass in the green dress?" he shouted into my ear, putting his face close to mine so I could see where he was pointing. His breath reeked of booze.

"Yeah," I told him. She was blonde, tall and although she had a beautiful face, the rest of her was a bit skinny.

"I shagged her after a debate society social last year," Tommy told me. "She barfed all over my shower."

"How delightful," I shouted back. "What's her name?"

"Elizabeth, I think," Tommy said, unsure. "Definitely begins with an 'E', at least."

"Classy, can't even remember her name," I grinned.

The appeal of a nightclub was severely diminished, I discovered, by not being on the pull. Drinking and dancing was okay, but Tommy could try his hand with whatever girl caught his eye, while I had to hang around by the bar waiting to see if he was successful. In the end, he disappeared for ten minutes and I got bored of waiting with the last third of his drink, so I abandoned it and went for a piss. Nightclub toilets are uniformly disgusting, but I have to admit I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I went into the gent's.

 

[Odin chacha]

The first thing I saw was Tommy, who gave me a nod of recognition, a massive grin plastered over his face. The second thing I saw was probably-Elizabeth on her knees giving him an enthusiastic blowjob. He had one hand in her hair, but luckily I was standing at an angle where I could only see her head moving and not his dick.

"I'll come back," I shouted.

"Nah, you're alright," Tommy replied. "Crack on."

I was drunk and desperate enough to step over to the urinal to pee, trying not to hear the wet noises coming from behind me. When I was done and went to wash my hands, I accidentally looked in the grimy mirror and got a momentary view of Tommy's dick disappearing between her lips, one of her hands moving fast under her dress, touching her pussy. I doubled my focus on looking down at my hands.

"Fuck," Tommy said, grunting, and I rapidly started wiping my hands on my trousers rather than risking the hand dryer. As I turned for the door, Tommy shouted, "Hang on, I'll come with."

Quickly looking behind me, Tommy was zipping up his trousers and giving his hands a quick rinse. Elizabeth was now sitting on the floor, up against the wall, with stains on her dress I really didn't want to think about.

Once Tommy and I were back in the club, I shouted, "Shouldn't we tell one of her friends where she is?"

Tommy shrugged. "If you want."

I was a bit concerned about her, especially the spaced-out look on her face, so I tapped a girl on the shoulder who I'd seen dancing with Elizabeth earlier.

"Your friend is in the men's toilets," I shouted at her.

She rolled her eyes like this wasn't unexpected news. "Thanks," she shouted back.

Tommy wasn't bothered about staying in the club after that so we headed back to his flat, the sharp cold outside a contrast to the overheated club. I double-checked I had my wallet and phone as we walked, and curiosity got the better of me.

"Did you, you know, finish?" I asked.

Tommy let out a belly laugh followed by a loud belch. "In her mouth," he announced, far too loud.

I shook my head. I had thought I was sex-obsessed, but I didn't think I'd ever have the balls to let a girl suck my dick in a dirty nightclub bathroom like that.

"She was into it," Tommy added, as justification.

"I could see that," I replied.

"Why would anyone have a girlfriend when you can just walk into a club and pull like that?" Tommy asked, slurring his words slightly. "Way too easy."

"Some of us don't have girls wetting their knickers as soon as they see us," I told him. "It takes a bit longer for us to get them on their knees."

"Whatever," he said, dismissively. "Come on, let's get a kebab, but you'll have to buy them because I've spent all my cash."

Sunday morning was three cups of black coffee followed by a fry-up to try and banish the hangover, and by lunchtime I was feeling vaguely human again. I texted Lydia to check I was OK to come back to the flat, and she said yes, so I was pleased to escape the BO-and-unwashed-dishes smell of Tommy's flat and get back to my own room.

There was no sign of Mark or Becca when I got in, and for a few minutes I thought Lydia might be out, but I heard movement in her room and she came out while I was heating up potato wedges for a late lunch.

"How'd it all go?" I asked, grinning knowingly at her. Lydia was wearing a baggy sweatshirt with 'COUNTY NETBALL' printed on it and she looked unusually tired, her hair pinned up on top of her head without being brushed.

"It went," she said, laying her head on the kitchen table.

"Oh, come on," I protested. "I had to spend the night away so you could have a smoking hot threesome, and you won't even tell me the details."

Lydia managed a small smile. "It... wasn't that good."

I plonked my plate of wedges on the table. "Well now you have to tell me," I said, encouraging her.

She sighed and managed to drag herself upright. "Mark got here okay, then Becca came round in the evening. Mark had way too much to drink, to start off with, and I was too nervous to start anything. In the end, Mark had to practically push the two of us into my bedroom."

She paused for a minute, but I focused on eating my potato.

"It started okay, you know, I was kissing Becca and Mark was taking my clothes off, then I undressed Becca and the two of us got into bed. Mark needed to use the toilet so we sorta got started-"

At this point I looked up at Lydia, who was blushing slightly and staring at the tabletop.

"But then Mark came back and he wanted to have sex with me, which was okay, but I could tell Becca didn't want to be involved, and then Mark tried to touch Becca while we were doing it and she really didn't like it."

I hadn't spoken for so long I felt like I needed to cut in.

"Becca's not into men, right?"

"Well," Lydia said, smiling, "That's exactly the problem. She really didn't want to do anything with Mark. We made things work for a few minutes, with Mark inside me while I licked Becca, but he couldn't let it go that Becca wasn't going to let him touch her."

I was a little surprised at how open Lydia was being, but that really brought home how difficult this must have been for her.

"Mark got mad and he and Becca argued, then Becca got dressed and left, and I tried to calm Mark down but he just shouted at me then fell asleep. He apologised when he got up this morning, but we had a sober conversation and I said we needed to break up."

"Oh Lydia, I'm sorry," I said, looking as sympathetic as I could manage with a mouthful of potato.

"I should have listened to you when you said it wouldn't work," she said, shaking her head. "I need more friends like you in my life."

I was touched, but I was more concerned about her.

"If you need anything, just let me know," I said, and she took advantage of my momentary generosity to reach out and steal a wedge.

"Well, you did say anything," she laughed.

"Have you spoken to Becca?" I asked, pulling my plate out of her reach.

"She came round after Mark left and we made up. If you know what I mean." She raised an eyebrow and I couldn't help but laugh.

"I think me and Becca are going to try an official relationship. Now that the thing with Mark is over, I need to talk to my parents anyway, so I suppose I'll introduce them to the fact that their daughter is dating another woman at the same time."

I smiled. "Maybe don't announce it in the middle of Christmas dinner, though."

"Did you say anything to Georgia yet?" Lydia asked.

I shook my head. "I don't think she would tell anyone, but I didn't want to take the risk."

"We'll tell everyone and make it official after the holidays, so you can tell her then."

The last week before the holidays was torture. I had three major things on my mind. Firstly, I was days away from seeing Mum again and that meant lots of sex. Secondly, Becca was almost living in Lydia's room now and I had the knowledge that two girls were fucking right next to my bedroom. Thirdly, after fingering Georgia I was sure things would go further soon and I couldn't wait. Georgia had lab work all through the last week so I didn't see her until Saturday, the day I was leaving. We'd arranged to go to a cafe on my way to the station, but she sent me a text just as I was getting ready to leave.

Georgia: My flatmate just left, do you want to come round?

Does any man need to be asked that question twice?

Unfortunately, my train was only a few hours away so we didn't have lots of time, but Georgia wasn't leaving until Sunday so she was taking her time over her packing. She gave me a tour of her flat (pretty similar to the one Lydia and I were sharing, only slightly bigger and with a better view) and we had cheese on toast for brunch. When we were finished, we had less than an hour before I had to leave, so I didn't want to waste time.

"Can I see your room?" I asked, grinning.

Georgia laughed. "Wow, subtle," she said, but still, she got up and led me out of the kitchen and into her room.

I don't know what I'd expected - I'd seen Lydia's bedroom, after all - but Georgia's room was a lot more normal than I'd expected. She had a couple of Buddhist sculptures on her desk and a big poster with meditation exercises on it, but otherwise it looked like a typical student's room; thick Chemistry textbooks, a laptop, piles of folders of notes, and a double bed with a plain navy duvet cover and pillowcases.

We sat on the bed and Georgia told me about her meditation as a pretext, but pretty soon we were lying next to each other, kissing, with both of our shirts on the floor. Moving past her bra, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her jeans and started to tug, but she pushed my hand away.

"We haven't got time," she said, smoothing her jeans back into place. "Sorry."

I think my disappointment must have radiated like a wave, because she kissed me again and smiled.

"But I do think we have time for me to give you your Christmas present."

I realised that, with everything else going on, I hadn't actually bought Georgia anything. I didn't know whether we were doing that this year, although I realised I'd been an idiot. If we were officially a couple, then Christmas presents were definitely required. I thought I could wing it and say I was going to post her something so she could open it on Christmas Day, and I was wondering about texting Mum to see if she had any leftover Christmas cards, but Georgia broke through my thoughts as she tugged on my hand.

"Sit here," she said, pulling me into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

I complied, wondering what she'd bought.

"Close your eyes."

I closed them, and felt Georgia move across the room. I could hear her doing something, but I kept my eyes shut. I didn't want to ruin her surprise.

"Keep them closed," she said, suddenly back in front of me. I smiled nervously, but she leant close and kissed me again, then kissed my neck, then my collarbone. When her kisses reached my abs, I started to have a suspicion, which was confirmed when I felt her undoing my trousers and tugging them down with my boxers, releasing my hard cock.

"You can open them," she said softly, and in the same moment that I opened them, I felt her push my cock into her mouth.

I let out a groan of satisfaction. She'd undressed down to her knickers, which were a black thong, and since I was sitting on the bed, she was almost on all fours in front of me, which made her arse look really sexy. She'd tied her hair into a ponytail to keep it out of her face and she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock to help her suck it. It was enough to turn me on twice as much and Georgia paused her sucking to look up at me.

"Like what you see?" she asked, but instead of waiting for my reply she just started licking my shaft, keeping eye contact. I nodded, unable to form any words, and she gently licked one of my balls before moving her head back up and sliding my cock into her mouth again. Now she started sucking hard, stroking my cock with her hand and moving her head up and down. It was a really good blowjob, not that I was any kind of expert, but I could feel myself getting close after only a few seconds.

"Uh, where do you want me to cum?" I asked, realising that the moment might not be very far away.

"Not in my mouth," Georgia said, pulling back. "Tell me when you're ready and you can cum on my tits."

This gorgeous, sexy girl was telling me to cum on her tits. And she was my girlfriend. Could things get any better?

She worked my cock deeper into her mouth and sucked again, speeding up her stroking, and after less than a minute I pulled on her shoulder.

"Okay," she said, shuffling between my legs and using her arms to push her tits together. She held them there and kept stroking my cock, making eye contact again, but it was wasted on me because I couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful tits. I groaned once more and said, "I'm gonna cum," and her strokes took me over the edge. The first burst landed mostly on her neck, but the rest hit her tits and when I was done, she wiped the tip of my cock on her nipple, making me moan again.

She giggled a little. "Was that present okay?" she asked.

"Fuck, yes, that was amazing," I said, taking deep breaths.

She looked down at her tits, wet with cum, and smiled. "Do they look hot like this?" she asked, squeezing them together again.

"Really hot," I told her. Then an idea hit me. "Could I take a picture on my phone?"

She seemed unsure. "I don't know," she said. "I don't really like the idea of you showing your football mates."

I shook my head vigorously. "I promise I won't, it's just for me. You can take a picture of me that's embarrassing if you want," I said, realising I was starting to sound desperate.

Georgia looked at me again. "Okay, well, you can do it. Just make sure you can't see my face, and make it a good picture."

Mentally punching the air, I dug through my jeans to grab my phone and then opened up the camera. I moved around a bit to get the best angle, then snapped a shot of her big boobs dripping with my cum. She checked it to make sure you couldn't identify her, then gave me a thumbs up.

"I'm going to jump in the shower, but you'd better go if you're not going to miss your train," she said.

"Okay, I'll say goodbye, then," I replied, getting up, pulling my trousers up and leaning forward so I didn't touch any of the cum on her chest. It was only when I got close and my lips touched hers, and her slightly startled expression and the hint of a strange taste on her tongue helped confirm it, that I realised what I'd done.

"Uhhhh," I said, knowing I would be going red. "I forgot that you..."

She still looked a little surprised. "It's okay, I don't mind."

I smiled weakly. "I'm gonna go, then. Have a good Christmas." My feeble attempts to pass it off weren't working.

As I went to the door, she grabbed my arm and kissed me properly, and this time it was just like normal, except, you know, she was covered in my cum and looked incredible.

"Have a great Christmas," she said, smiling as she stepped into the bathroom.

I spent the first half of the train ride home cursing myself for making a huge idiot of myself the first time she actually did anything with my dick. It wasn't that I was against kissing after oral, it was fine, but I was afraid she would think it was weird. That I was weird. Especially the first time. Why was I so stupid?

Luckily, I spent the second half of the train ride home knowing that Mum was waiting for me. Even though Georgia had made me cum already today, just thinking about the hot conversations I'd had with Mum over the past few weeks was enough to get me ready for another round.

Mum was waiting on the platform and I waved at her through the window as the train pulled in. She spotted me and smiled, walking up the platform to meet me as I got off the train.

"I've missed you so much!" she said, hugging me tightly.

I hugged her back. "I've missed you too," I said, smelling her hair and her familiar shampoo and feeling good to be back home.

After the hug, we looked at each other for a second, and I don't know, maybe it was residual horniness from Georgia's blowjob or just seeing Mum again, but I kissed her. Right there, on the lips, in public. She froze for a moment, then kissed me back, and when we broke apart, she grabbed my hand.

"We have to be careful," she whispered, glancing around. "You don't know who might be here."

"Sorry," I said, quickly. "I just couldn't help it."

She smiled at me and we set off in the direction of home.

There was something electric between us on the bus ride. The top deck was empty, so Mum cuddled up close to me and I hugged her, then she rested her hand on my thigh and I hooked my thumb underneath the waistband of her jeans and she cupped my cock and balls so I slipped my fingers down the front of her knickers. She gasped and gently pushed my hand away, but it set the tone. We snogged several more times until another couple came and sat a few rows in front of us. Mum refused to mess around between the bus stop and home, in case anyone saw us, but as soon as the front door was closed, we had our hands all over each other. She pulled my shirt off and leant up against the side of the hallway, letting me get rid of her shirt too and push my hands under her bra. She reached behind to take it off and I brushed my fingers over her nipples, feeling them get hard and squeezing them gently.

"Upstairs," she said, grabbing me by the hand and leading me to her bedroom. She peeled off her jeans and we climbed into bed together, her hand pushing inside my trousers and grabbing my cock, stroking it as we kissed.

"Fuck, I've missed this cock so much," she whispered, pushing my trousers down so she could free it. "Are you ready to fuck me?"

I nodded, taking off the last of my clothes and rolling on top of her. I rubbed her pussy through her knickers for a few minutes until she was gasping and moaning, then I pulled them down her thighs and started fingering her properly. I was a little surprised by the similarities and differences between hers and Georgia's; Mum had shaved her pussy bare, and when she got wet it spread around less. I rubbed her clit and moved into position on top of her, while Mum grabbed a condom from the box and unwrapped it for me. I had to fumble around a bit to get it on properly, but then Mum spread her legs wide and I pushed forwards and felt the wonderful sensation of my cock sinking into her pussy, hearing her tiny moans as I moved deeper. I was so turned on from all the groping and teasing that I started thrusting straight away, feeling her legs quiver as I moved all the way in, kissing her and feeling her passionate response. I'd thought I'd wanted to fuck her before but I'd never wanted it as much as I wanted it now, and I quickly worked up a rhythm, fucking her harder and deeper than I'd ever done before.

"Yes, yes, so good," Mum moaned, digging her fingernails into my back. "Keep going, just there."

My blowjob earlier had given me slightly more stamina and I was proud of how long I was able to keep fucking her before, finally, I held her close and moved faster, fucking deep until I could feel myself reaching the edge.

"I'm gonna cum," I whispered urgently, still fucking her hard.

"Cum for me," she whispered back, and I did, pushing my cock as deep as I could and moaning as I came into the condom over and over, hearing her moans too as she took it.

When I pulled out, I rolled onto my back and lay there, panting, feeling my cock getting softer. Mum rolled onto her side and used a tissue to pull the condom off me, then threw it away before cuddling up beside me with her arm across my chest.

"I really needed that," she said happily after ten minutes of lying there quietly.

"I think I did too," I told her, smiling.

"You lasted a lot longer," she noted, her voice teasing. "Have you been practicing?"

I laughed nervously. "Well, I saw Georgia earlier..."

There was a quiet moment when I wondered whether I'd said the wrong thing. We'd just had really good sex and I felt so close to her, and then I'd gone and brought up a different woman. I was about to start an apology when Mum spoke.

"Did you have sex with her?" she asked, and I knew instantly from her tone that she wasn't upset. She traced her fingertip around my pecs and slid her thigh over my legs.

"She gave me a blowjob," I told her, my voice quiet as I tried out this new territory.

"And she made you cum?" Mum went on, her voice still silky.

"I came on her tits," I said, feeling Mum's finger move slightly lower down my chest.

Mum let out a breath. "I bet that looked really sexy."

There was no way, but I couldn't help myself. "She, um, let me take a photo."

Another pause made me doubt everything all over again, but Mum's finger kept moving.

 

[Odin chacha]

"Can I see it?"
And that's how I found myself sitting in my Mum's bed, holding my phone, looking at a picture of my girlfriend's cum-covered tits while Mum wrapped her fingers around my hard cock and stroked it. She was looking at the picture too, and when I slid my hand down her body to her pussy, she was wet again. We kept looking, my fingers rubbing over her wet clit while she stroked my cock, both of us moaning and breathing heavily. Georgia's tits were so hot, her nipples hard and sticky with cum, so much that it was almost dripping off them, sliding down into her cleavage. Mum was stroking faster, and I started to feel the familiar feeling.
"Mum, I'm gonna-"
She understood immediately. In a quick movement, she ducked her head down and started sucking the head of my cock, still stroking just as much, but now I was engulfed in her warm, wet mouth. I moaned loud, still looking at the picture of Georgia's tits, and started to cum, shooting my load straight into Mum's mouth, her mass of red hair pooling on my chest as she kept her lips tight around my shaft. I was so sensitive it was all I could do to stay still. She stayed there until I was done, then slowly pulled back, letting my cock out of her mouth and licking the head gently to clean it, which was almost too much again. I locked my phone and put it down beside the bed as Mum sat up.
"Fuck," I said, smiling at her. "That felt incredible."
Mum wrapped her arm around mine. "For me too," she said.
"Mum, is it weird if I kiss you now?" I asked.
She looked at me. "No, it's not weird."
"Even after you gave me a blowjob?"
She laughed. "Kissing a girl who's just given you oral is a good way to say thank you. I wouldn't have a problem kissing you if you'd licked my pussy."
I felt a little better. "I accidentally kissed Georgia after and it felt weird."
"I'm willing to bet she felt flattered, not weird," Mum reassured me.
I nodded and, by turning my head, moved in to kiss Mum.