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My Mother's Lover and Me

Date: 12/29/2014, Categories: Cheating, Author: Meggsy, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

becoming a director. I would have to satisfy myself privately. She was completely obsessed by him and he was with her as well. It was an ideal partnership. The only problem that we could foresee was the time difference. Should we need to talk on the telephone or correspond by email at the same time? Mid-day London time would be 11 pm here. I was sure we could work things out. Things progressed well, and with mums ability, everything was sorted out before she left. I kept an eye on expenses and the contractors accounts and Mike coordinated the work on the two sites we now had running at the same time. Mike and I met regularly to discuss any problems, and this was usually on one of the sites. If anything needed sorting out, we would both discuss the problem and get a resolution. If we didn’t agree, we emailed mum and she had the deciding vote. Mum was going great guns in London; however things did not move as quickly as we had hoped, and she had been delayed. Then there was a problem on one site that we needed to discuss with mum. We emailed her with the details and she said she would ring. The call would be at 1pm London time, which meant mid-night here. Mike would have to be here. Mike came over for dinner. We had one bottle of wine and opened a second. We forgot Mike would have to drive home. He said he would sleep here in mum’s bed. He had done that often enough, but with her by his side. As I said we had a bottle of wine and we were both a bit chirpy. Mum rang early and ... we sorted things out satisfactorily. We told her Mike would be sleeping in her bed alone. She said for him to behave and not starch the sheets. After the call we sat on the lounge together and talked about the decisions we had just taken with my mother. I don’t know how or why it happened, but our conversation just stopped virtually in the middle of one item we were discussing. We looked at each other and God knows why I did it, but I kissed him. At first he tried to pull away but what I had begun as a kiss on the cheek developed to kissing him on the lips. What was going to be a friendly kiss was soon out of control. Suddenly we were engaged in a kiss that became hard and passionate. Our tongues were intertwined, and without realising it, I knew what had transformed my widow mother into a sex machine. He was amazing and I was melting in his arms. My God, I thought, is he going to fuck ME too? His hand rested on my breast. Since Tim and I had parted a month or so ago, I had not had a man touch me and I shivered with the excitement of his touch. Then he began unbuttoning my blouse as we kissed and I did nothing to stop him. It was as if I had been struck dumb. We were still kissing passionately. The thought rushed through my brain. ' This is wrong, he is my mother’s lover, and we shouldn't be doing this. ' But I was sex starved at the moment and I wanted it. I was prepared to risk it all to let him have his way any way he wished. The thoughts of my debauchery with the football ...