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HIS GIRLFRIEND’S CRAZY MOTHER
© 2013 Kirstie Taylor
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None of the submissives in these stories are actually being forced to do anything against their own will. They all have their own safe
words, and signs should they be unable to speak, so they can stop the action any time they want to. They all do what they do because they enjoy it.
All characters and terms including ‘boy’ ‘lad’ and ‘girl’ refer to people age 18 and over.
It was a Saturday night and Lincoln went round to his girlfriend’s house. When he got there his girlfriend’s Mother told him her daughter had gone out with a friend and wouldn’t be back for an hour or so. She said he could come in and wait for her if he wanted to. So he did. She made him a cup of coffee. They sat down on the sofa and had a chat. He was glad his girlfriend was out as it gave him a chance to get to know her Mother a bit more and for her to get to know him. He’d only been going out with Lilly for three months and this was the first time he had got the chance to really chat with her Mother.
“I’m very much in love with your daughter, Mrs Pendleberry.”
“You make sure you look after her now.”
“I will, Mrs Pendleberry. Don’t you worry.”
“Well I do worry, you see.”
“I know. All parents worry.”
“It’s not been easy, you know. Bringing her up on my own.”
“I can imagine.”
“He was a right bastard, her Father was.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Has she ever spoken about him to you?”
“A couple of times.”
“He was a very violent person.”
“I hated him. I don’t hate men, just hated him.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Mrs Pendleberry.”
“Yes well, we’re better off without him. He fell down a manhole.”
“Oh. Your daughter’s not told me that, Mrs Pendleberry.”
“Broke his neck. Died instantly, more the pity. The Council had left the manhole uncovered. I’ve been told I can put in a claim but I can’t be bothered. I did think about writing a thank you letter to the Council though.”
Lincoln sipped his coffee.
“It can get very lonely you know, not having a man in your life,” Mrs Pendleberry said.
“I’m sure you’ll find somebody, Mrs Pendleberry.”
“It’s been almost three years now.”
“Hmm. Three years since I had a bit of cock.”
Lincoln almost choked on his coffee and went bright red.
“I’m sorry if I’ve embarrassed you,” said Mrs Pendleberry. “Sometimes I just open my mouth without thinking.”
“With some women it’s their legs, with me it’s my mouth.”
Was there something in her coffee or what?
“I’m sorry,” she apologised again. “I bet you think I’m a right potty mouth.”
“Don’t tell my daughter what I just said.”
“I won’t, Mrs Pendleberry.”
“She’d be mortified if she heard that her Mother was craving for a bit of cock.”
Lincoln almost choked on his coffee again.
Will you stop saying cock, Mrs Pendleberry!
“Daughters don’t think about things like that, do they?” said Mrs Pendleberry. “About their Mother’s having a bit of cock fun?”
This really was getting a bit uncomfortable now. Lincoln changed the subject.
“So, are you going on your holidays this year then?”
“But just because you get older it doesn’t mean you have to stop thinking about it. Cock, that is.”
The woman was obsessed.
Lincoln couldn’t help notice that she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, all the time her skirt moving higher and higher up her legs. Maybe she had an itchy pussy or something, Lincoln thought to himself. And then he was disgusted with himself for even thinking about his girlfriend’s Mother’s pussy. That was weird.
No, don’t even go there. Stop thinking about your girlfriend’s Mother’s pussy.
But she kept doing it, crossing and uncrossing her legs, her skirt riding higher. It was as if she was doing it on purpose. After a while her skirt had risen so high Lincoln could actually see the top of her stockings and the straps of her suspenders.
Oh for fuck’s sake, stop looking! This is my girlfriend’s Mum!