She’s outrageous and doesn’t care if I tell her so. Predatory too, yes she is, ‘cos she waited until her son Alan had gone to work before coming round to pester me again. Outrageous! I gave her an inch and she took a yard. Now she wants a mile too and will no doubt want more when she gets that.

It all began when we got talking, in a round about way, about vibrators. Brenda, that’s her name, was all giggly at first, not wanting to talk sensibly, only to make a big joke of everything. So I left it, went on to soup and breadmaking and the best way to get stains out of underpants and that brought her round to sex again. Several cups of tea and many a diverse route later we were talking about men in general then, very soon her husband and her son, my boyfriend, in particular.

“He has his fathers cock, you know!” she told me, giggling everso slightly.

It was a hint to get me talking about our sex life and I didn’t take it. How she knew what her twenty two year old son’s cock was like I had no idea. Nor did I want to ask particularly. So I smiled at her, said “that’s good” and tried to leave the topic there.

Brenda would have none of it however. She went on to tell me, in some detail, how she’d made love to her husband the previous night. Now I am no prude but I find the idea of a fifty odd years old woman bragging about what a wondrous blow job she’d performed on her sixty year old husband. Like I said, she is outrageous.

“Do you like the taste of cum?” she asked me suddenly.

It was a straight to the point question obviously and one which was difficult to answer without making something up or telling an outright lie.

“I can tell you do!” Brenda went on, before I had the chance to say anything. “All girls of your age do, don’t they?”

“I……I don’t know” I said.

How did she expected me to know something like that I wondered. Was she simply making assumption or did she really know something I did not. Alright so I might be a bit naive in some respects but I don’t feel the need to brag about anything. Alan might be the first long term boyfriend I’ve had but he wasn’t the first. Not by a long chalk, and I am not bragging when I say that either. As a matter of fact I do like the taste of cum. Alan’s cum anyway, when he hasn’t been eating anything with garlic in it that is! And while were on the subject I like a lot of the things he’s taught me to do since we’ve been together and sucking his cock is only one of them.

“I probably shouldn’t be telling you this……” Brenda went on “But he talks to me a lot about what you two do……”

“Does he?” I asked, feeling suddenly annoyed and perhaps also wary.

Brenda nodded.

“He is very like his father” she said “He likes to……to, you know?”

“No” I said “I don’t!”

She looked at me oddly then. As if I’d been rude, which I hadn’t. I genuinely didn’t know what she was talking about.

“I hope I’m not embarrassing you when I say this but Alan has told me all about you……what you like and what you ask him to do……”

“Really?” I snapped. I was more than a little annoyed by now.

And, I have to admit it, perhaps everso slightly turned on too.

Brenda nodded, oblivious to any feelings or opinions I might have had about the matter.

“I wish I had your energy my dear!” she said.

“Go on!” I told her “What has he told you?”

Against my better judgement, and on the spur of the moment, I’d asked the one question which would leave me wide open to further interrogation by my boyfriends mum.

“He’s told me you like to have it two or three times every night” Brenda said matter of factly. “He asked me if it was usual for a woman to want it so much……”

“And what did you tell him? I asked.

“I told him it probably was with one who was so young!”

“I’ll be twenty next month!” I told her defensively.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me” Brenda assured me. “When I was your age I was exactly the same. I wanted to fuck all the time and never could get enough!”

I think she’d said ‘fuck’ in order to test me, to find out if I was ok with the word. I suppose it was another of the little pointers she was looking for in her quest to see how far she could go with me. And saying to made me look at her differently somehow, as a woman just like me instead of a frumpy, rather overweight old woman who happened to be my boyfriend’s mum.

“I……I feel like that sometimes” I told her quietly. “As if I’m never going to get enough……”

“I used to spend so much time making myself come that my Ma asked me if I was alright! She knew what I was doing of course though we never talked about it. I could never talk to my mum openly about sex……not like…..not like I can with you!”

Brenda was looking directly at me now, sort of expectant I think, sort of, something, I don’t know. Perhaps she’d told me more than she’d intended, some of her secrets which she’d probably rather not have. That’s what I thought anyway.

“I still make myself come, you know……” she left the rest of the sentence unsaid.

“That’s good!” I told her.

“……Mmmm, lots!”

“I think everyone does”

“I suppose so……its……its good to talk about it though. Quite refreshing!”

“Quite a turn on too!” I said, without really meaning to.

“Has Alan taken pictures of you?” Brenda asked.

“Yes!” I said “one or two……”

That was the end of it so far as I was concerned. I’d told her and there would be no going back on anything now.

Brenda smiled, fumbled in her handbag for a moment, then pulled an iPod out. There were pictures of her on it, pictures of my boyfriend’s mum naked and revealingly posed.

“Good old digital cameras!” she said “So much more convenient than those old polaroids, don’t you think?”

I just nodded, looked at the pictures, knowing only vaguely what she was talking about. For all of her fifty odd years she didn’t look too bad without any clothes.

“Theres some of him too!” Brenda told me at precisely the moment when the pictures of her husband came up on the screen. And do you know, his cock looked just like Alan’s.

After that it seemed only fair to show her the pictures Alan had taken of me. And of course me of him. There were even some of us both together, done with the camera’s remote facility.

Brenda was very interested when the pics came up on my laptop screen. I heard her sigh deeply when the first one of Alan with a hard on was shown.

“There you are!” she crowed “Just like his father! I told you so!”

Quite honestly I didn’t have any reservations after that. I found the files of pictures which Alan had considered particularly rude and showed those to Brenda too. She sat very quietly while she viewed.

There were fifty or so different pictures and she took her time to look at them all. And if she’d got aroused by what she’d seen then I’d got just as aroused by showing them to her.

I suppose it was pretty much inevitable after that. Neither of us said anything but as I set the laptop on continuous so we could look at the pictures again we both knew what we were going to do.

Brenda had a little plastic vibrator in her bag and I fetched one of mine from the bedroom. It felt strange, to begin with, knowing she was watching me as I slipped it round and round but after a while I didn’t care. We were just two women sharing a common interest after all, me and my boyfriend’s mum. I managed to cum before she did too……

© Aahlu 08.07.10.

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