It was our regular Saturday. Paul got up early and went to play golf, he would be back mid afternoon. He didn't drink alcohol at the golf club, he saved that for our Saturday evening, our weekly 'us' time. I would do us a special meal, we would both dress up, the door would be locked, we would ignore anyone that dared to call, and we would enjoy our meal, eyes only on each other and then we would retire to our bedroom.

It was our special time, long gone are the days of sex at every opportunity, now as we embraced the middle of our lives with the kids having left home, it was once a week and we made it special. For tonight I had bought beef short ribs and I was doing a parsley mash and green beans and peas with a thick gravy. There was no desert as such, perhaps cheese and biscuits if we were still nibblish, but we found that we ate less these days, so I didn't waste effort and money on a pudding that might just leave us uncomfortably full.

I had peeled the potatoes and left them to soak, I would boil them and mash them later. The shortribs were in the roasting tin ready to go in the oven at midday, the greens were in the freezer, I would do them later. I was wearing just a robe, I would go up and shower later, and I knew just what I was wearing this week for our date night. It was my tight red dress, it had a low cut front that displayed my cleavage and stopped about three inches below my crotch. I had red silk hold ups to go with, red silk French knickers and a red Playtex bra that enhance my bust in such a way that only a surgeon could do better.

I was prepared and ready, there was time to sit in the conservatory and enjoy a coffee as the sun applied heat. I flicked the kettle on, I would save the espresso for later, and got a mug out. At that moment the door bell bonged, the door opened and Jack called "Only Me." Jack is our son, now long married to Geraldine with our two grandchildren Luke and Lucy. We usually saw them for Sunday lunch, the grandkids used to stay over, but now with school on Mondays they just come for lunch and a lazy afternoon before returning home

"Come on in baby, " I called wondering why I was blessed with a visit on a Saturday, I hoped everything was okay. I heard the front door shut and then his footsteps as he walked up the oak floored hallway. I hadn't wanted wooden flooring, it takes a bit of looking after, but Paul was keen and then there was a great deal from a local flooring company so I relented. I admitted it looked great, but it wasn't Paul that had to look after it.

Jack came into the kitchen and hugged me quite tight and kissed my forehead, his arms squeezing me and rather unfortunately his dick pressing into my belly, really?

"Hi Mum, " Jack said stepping back, "I was passing, Gerry is consumed with the weekly bedding change and wash, the kids are glued to the TV, so I thought I would pop in and say hello, I know Dad is golfing."

Gosh, that was a long sentence, jack is usually rarely more than a two word man, I had expected him to stop after 'hi mum'.

"Hello baby, well I am blessed, and as always it is lovely to see you, nothing wrong then?"

"No Mum, just a passing visit. Is the kettle on?"

I laughed, he could hear the kettle turning on form a hundred yards. I managed to erase the memory of his dick pressing into me, I had his father to look forward to later and I distracted myself with memories of his Dad from last weekend where I had been transported to a rare high plane of ecstasy. Don't get me wrong, Paul is always completely attentive and I always experience the desired ending, but last week had just been a little more, shall we say, Intense.

I got an extra mug and made an extra coffee, "just instant, " I said, I didn't need to make any excuses, he got what I made. "Let's sit in the conservatory."

I passed him his coffee and headed out to the conservatory and sat on the sofa, my coffee on the side table to cool. Jack sat opposite in the single armchair. The sun had been doing its job and the room really was warming up, I might crack a window or two soon. Jack sat opposite and just looked as he held his mug. I had memories of him as a teen, back then he seemed to have a permanent erection, his trousers always jutting forwards, and I washed sock after sock after sock. Just teens and hormones, but that was years ago, things should have calmed down by now.

"So, " I said, "how are things, how is Geraldine and how are my gorgeous grand babies?"

"Oh they are all fine Mum, Luke and Lucy are happy watching tv on Saturday mornings and Gerry likes to get on top of the laundry. I needed to go and get fuel for the car and so I thought I would pop in and say hello."

"Well that is alright then, good, no problems in paradise then, " I couldn't help but notice how his trousers will still tenting.

"Gosh, no, what makes you wonder?"

I pointed at his lap, "your situation, " I said, "which I couldn't help but notice when we hugged."

He reddened a little and then spoke. "Sorry about that, you've always had that effect on me Mum, ever since I was a teenager, I don't know why, I guess it is your pheromones or something, you do have that wonderful aroma about you."

I didn't know what to say to that, I mean, I do keep myself clean, I cannot be sure what he means by aroma. I leant across and picked up my coffee and Jack groaned.

"What? What's the matter Jack?" I asked, his face was quite red.

"Oh God Mum, your robe came open."

Oh God, I hastily pulled my robe back together, it seems I had flashed Jack when I reached for my coffee.

"It was an accident Jack, I certainly didn't do it on purpose."

"Maybe not Mum, but that image is now imprinted on my brain. God, your fanny, well, it's fabulous, I mean, wow Mum."

"Jack, it is just a fanny, Geraldine has one, all women have one and they are pretty much all more or less the same, once you have seen one, you have seen them all."

"God, no Mum." He was really squirming in his seat, and his trouser front was really pushing up and out. "No, yours, well, you shave yours and your crease is just utterly, well, I can't describe it, it is just so fabulous."

I just closed my eyes and leaned back, there wasn't anything I could really say. I heard Jack move and as I opened my eyes I realised he was kneeling in front of me and pulling my robe apart. I was about to admonish him when he leant forwards and blew along my crease, I almost exploded. It was unexpected, I was already slightly aroused in anticipation of date night, and Jack's actions had just heightened my feelings.

"God, " I gasped and then Jack went further, he leant forward and ran his tongue just along my crease, my pleasures flooded and when his tongue touched the tip of my clitoris I almost exploded, my bum lifted and I pushed into his face, his nose running through my valley as he moved back down, his lips now sucking at my entrance.

"Upstairs, " I managed, pushing him away, I could no longer stop what was about to happen than I could stop the sun setting. I got up from the cane sofa leaving him on his knees and I headed up to my room. I pulled the quilt back and then took my robe off and placed it on my chair. As I lay on the bed Jack came in, looked at me, and he undressed quickly and came and sat on the edge of the bed, I had no words.

He knelt on the bed and turned facing my feet, he bent his face to my groin and once more he blew along my crease, his dick wavering about by my face. He lifted a leg and was straddling me, his dick right in front of my eyes, and then I didn't care, his tongue pushed between my fanny lips and slid between my labia. As his tongue moved his hands slipped under me and then I felt his fingers at my entrance, slipping over my fourchette and circling my entrance.

His teeth gripped my nubbin and gently tugged as his fingers were pressing through my opening and into my depth, his dick pushing at my mouth. As I gasped my mouth opened and his dick pushed inside pressing my tongue to the floor of my mouth, sliding deep, passing my tonsils and filling my throat, I could hardly breathe. I realised his fingers were now deep inside me, parting, closing, sliding in and out, the sensations were intense, not dissimilar to his father's actions of a few years ago, these days we tended to be a little less active.

His dick started sliding across my tongue, shagging my mouth, his foreskin sliding a little as it caught in my throat, his fingers sliding back and forth as he fingered my fanny and shagged my mouth. I managed to move a hand, and I held his balls, squeezing them gently as they rocked just above my nose, my eyes focused on the wrinkles of his crinkle, the wrinkles and small creases all converging in one spot which seemed to wink at me. I let his balls go and with my forefinger I pressed, pushing, rocking slightly. Jack pushed harder into my mouth and I felt him gasp on my fanny and my finger gained entrance, pushing into his hot depth.

I pushed further, my first knuckle passed and then my second and then I was fully inside him, my finger feeling the walls of his bowel, looking for his pleasure button, trying to do to him as he was doing to me. I was distracted by the torrents of pleasures that were flowing through me, wave after wave emanating from my fanny to my toes, to my ears, to my nipples and tingling my fingers, this should not be happening.

As I moved my finger inside him Jack began to grunt and his dick seemed to jerk in front of me, I used my other hand, held his dick and guided it back into my mouth, mouth shagging him as I fingered his arse, Jack began to hump my mouth as his tongue worked my valley. I was finding it difficult to concentrate as my pressures threatened to blow.

I eased my finger from his arse and watched as his hole slowly closed, his mouth continuing to work my fanny, my mouth his dick. He pulled away, his dick falling from my mouth with a plopping sound. He turned on the bed and looked me directly in the eyes as he covered me, reached down and lined his dick up with my entrance and pushed.

I felt my fanny walls part as his dick entered, his foreskin rolling within me, his rim scraping over my bumps and ridges, my mouth wide open, my breath halted, my fingers screwing tight onto the bedding. I couldn't speak, his dick was no different to any other dick, but it was him, and that made it different, my son was fucking me, it wasn't just a dick, it was the dick I had created.

He kept filling me slowly, pressing in, my fanny walls parting to accommodate him, my petals flattening as his pubis pressed against me as he reached my depth. He paused, I was able to gather some breath, and then he slowly, oh so very slowly, withdrew, his dick sliding back along my love tube, his foreskin recovering his rim, my fanny closing behind him, and then he was at my opening. His eyes bored into mine, it was as if he were daring me to say something.

He slammed into me, hard, a great slap echoed around the room as his body crashed against mine, my gasp accompanied it, my mouth opened, my lungs emptied and my fingers tightened their grip on the bedding. Back out, my fanny almost sighing with relief and then back in hard, again, and again, he was shagging me with a fury, with passion, with determination, it was all I could do to lay there gripping the sheet.

Faster and harder, it had been a very long time since I had been so utterly taken and shagged, no, not shagged, this was being fucked, and it had been over thirty years since a boy had used me like this, my thrills rocked through my body, riding my pleasures as if surfing waves. I managed to let go of the sheets and my hands went around his back, my fingernails digging deep into his shoulders, Geraldine would recognise the marks for what they were, would she work out whose fingers had done it, I didn't care.

"Come on you mother fucker, " I gasped as my senses came back under control, "come on, fill me with your spunk, fuck me like a man should." I was rocking on the bed with him, my hips rising as he thrust, falling as he pulled back. My pressures were almost at bursting point, my pleasures free flowing and I was close, so close and then the damn burst, it could take no more, and as he thrust in hard I didn't gasp, I screamed, I shrieked and my orgasm exploded, my fingers raking his back as I bucked beneath him.

When I finally came down I realised that he had stopped, his face was contorted and as he eased back and his dick fell from my fanny I felt the cool dribbles of his spunk, he had filled me whilst I was screaming my release. Jack rolled away and lay by my side.

"Your Dad will be playing golf next Saturday too, " I said.

After Jack had gone, few words were exchanged, what could be said to beat a fucking, I stripped the bed sheet, it definitely needed a wash before Paul got back from Golf. I put the short ribs in the oven on low heat and went up to shower. I pulled the tissue plug from my fanny, I hadn't wanted to drip Jacks spunk as I went around the house, and dropped it in the toilet, and carefully unscrewed the rose from the shower.

With the water on a low pressure, I wiped shampoo as a lubricant around the end of the house and gingerly inserted it, flushing out the remains of our sons visit, watching the swirls of white disappear down the plug hole. Satisfied that I was clean, I reattached the rose to the hose and reset the shower to its full and normal pressure. I washed everywhere thoroughly, ensuring not a molecule of Jacks scent could remain on my body.

"Oh I could have washed your back, " I heard Paul say. I turned to face him as he stood in the doorway, mightily relieved that he had come home whilst I had the hose in my fanny, or even our sons dick up there.

"You still can lover, " I said, "but anything more will have to wait, I don't want to spoil date night." I also needed my body to return to normal after this morning unexpected event.

He pulled his clothes off and threw them in a heap onto the landing and joined me in the shower, his hard dick bouncing off my backside as he lathered my back.

After he washed me I took my turn and I lathered him, ensuring I reached into his crannies and smiled as he gasped whilst I washed his dick, I may have gone a little faster and a little tighter than usual, but he managed to control himself, good, I needed that dick fully functioning later. He wasn't as young as our son, and I suspected his recovery time would be somewhat longer. Jack could probably shag Geraldine as soon as he got home, I doubted Paul would be able to recover that quickly.

With the children at home I doubted, in honesty, that Jack would be shagging Geraldine until after the children had gone to bed, I smiled as I wondered if he would be shagging his wife at the same time as his dad was shagging me.

The afternoon was spent preparing and cooking the meal, laying the table with the special crockery and silver cutlery, we only used them for special occasions, and then when all was nearly done, I went up to change. Paul had already changed into his dinner suit and was in the lounge savouring a small glass of whisky.

I stripped naked and had a check of my fanny, all had returned to normal, and nothing to show of my actions earlier in the day. I sat and rolled my stocking up my legs, they held themselves up and didn't need a suspender belt. With a looser dress I would have used a belt simply for the look, but this red dress was very tight and the belt would have shown. I didn't even wear knickers.

I did the bra up, slipped it round, dropped my boobs into the cups and then stepped into my dress, doing up the small invisible zip at the side. I checked in the mirror, I looked stunning. If my son had seen me in this he wouldn't have been able to resist, and then I remembered, he hadn't been able to resist me anyway.

Dinner was delicious, Paul had pulled a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pape from the cupboard and it had been breathing whilst I was getting dressed, it went down very well with the short ribs. We had a little mature cheddar and crackers to finish and then I made brandy floater coffees. We sat next to each other on the sofa sipping at our hot coffee through the cold cream.

Our coffees finished, Paul turned and kissed the side of my mouth, I turned to face him properly, his lips grazed softly over mine and his hand found my left breast just as my hand found his hardening bulge. We kissed and fondled for a few moments and then Paul stood up and reached for my hand, pulling me to my feet. He led me to the stairs and soon we were in our bedroom.

I undid his tie and let the two halves hang down, God, an undone bow tie over a crisp white shirt is just such a sexy look, no wonder they use it so often in the Bond films. He held my hands and kissed me and his tongue slowly pressed into my mouth, my tongue greeting his and then our tongues danced a gentle waltz in our mouths. Letting go of my hand he found and released the zip in my dress, easing it over my shoulders and letting it fall down to land in a puddle at my feet.

I stepped back and began undoing the studs in his shirt, pulling the tails from inside his trousers, pushing his shirt back, and then running my hands through the light down across his chest. He smiled when I undid the clip in his trouser waist, and eased his own zipper down, his trousers falling slightly, perhaps held up by his growing bulge. I fell to my knees, I gripped the waist of his underpants and his trousers and pushed them down to his ankles, his hard dick pointing at my face.

I blew gently on the end of his dick and watched as it jerked in front of me. I cupped his balls and squeezed them gently and then ran my fingernail back behind his balls and along his perineum, Paul widening his stance to ease my fingers passage. I tapped his left foot, he lifted it and I moved his trousers and pants away, repeating with the right so that he was naked from the waist down. I kissed the end of his dick and then stood up, his dick in my hand.

I was standing in my lingerie, Paul in his open shirt. I pulled his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, he was naked, I was not. Paul pulled me to him, crushing my breasts against his chest as he kissed me, our lips meeting in our passionate embrace, his dick pressed against my stomach, his hands behind my back undoing the catch to my bra.

He pushed me back to the bed and as I fell onto the mattress and our embrace broke, he grabbed my knickers and pulled them down, we were both naked. I crabbed across the mattress followed by Paul, his lips seeking my nipples, his teeth gently chewing at them, pulling them as his fingers softly stroked along my crease. My pleasures were flowing and my pressures were building as Paul worked my body.

Paul looked up and our eyes met until he pulled at my clitoris and my eyes snapped shut and my head arched backwards, my fingers scrabbled at the bedding and my heels slipped as my moment approached. Then, nothing. Paul let go of my clitoris, his fingers left my valley and I felt him crawl up the bed covering me. His dick nudged along my crease and then sat at my entrance.

"Yes baby, " I murmured softly and Paul pressed, his dick parting my petals and slowly passing my entrance, down through my opening and pushing towards my depth. My fingers found his back and I pressed, his dick now at my depth and his balls nestling between my thighs. I shivered in delight and then Paul slowly eased back, his foreskin folding over his rim softening the sensations in my fanny walls.

He pressed again, slowly, I felt his foreskin uncover his rim and his rim ran over my bumps and ripples, each sending a frisson of pleasures through my body and then the pressure as he reached my depth.

"Faster baby, " I begged, I needed my husband to possess me to exorcise the events of this morning and Paul pulled back and then thrust in, harder and faster, our love making consummate and all encompassing. The slap of his body against mine echoed around our bedroom, my gasps followed, the sounds of our lovemaking escaping through the open windows to any that would care to hear, my fingers pressed deep into his shoulders and my legs wrapped around him, it was perfect.

Faster he moved, the sensations within me now just a blur of movements and coursing pleasures, my gasps coming quick and fast, my mouth wide open and my neck stretched taut as my husband pleasured me in the best way possible.

"Oh Baby, " Paul gasped and I felt the coolness inside me. Paul pressed in and stopped moving, pulse after pulse inside, flooding my fanny, and then one, two more presses and he was done and my pressures released and I screamed and I shrieked, fingernails pressing deep into his back, my back arching off the bed as my pleasures hit a crescendo and my orgasm overwhelmed.

Paul moved slightly and his dick slipped from me, my fanny feeling open and voided, the dribble of his spunk between my buttocks leaving no doubts as to what had occurred. Paul rolled to my side and I turned and put my arms around him, pressing my breasts into him. This had been lovemaking, not the fucking I had experienced with my son. I expected next Saturday would bring another opportunity for comparisons. Would my body cope?