The Video Cassette

"But we're already here in your bed. It'd be a pity to get our feet cold just for the sake of changing beds... and if you're scared, then don't look. Here, cover your eyes..." And she lifted the bedclothes by her side, inviting me under.

"OK..." and with that I ducked my head under the covers and turned my body in towards her.

Inside, it was warm and dark and scented. I pressed my head up into the side of mum's breast and felt her hand outside the covers pulling me closer, comforting me? I encircled her waist and my elbow already sensed the bottom edge of her dress bunched up against it. My nose nuzzled up to her, up to the thin material under which I could feel the elastic edge of her bra. As she pulled me further in I felt the buoyancy of the mass that was her breast. There was a ruffling of the blankets and then the fingers of her other hand crept in and across my cheek into my hair and she was pulling my head fully onto that breast. There was no mistake. I opened my mouth and she continued to urge my head forward. There was the impossible task of taking the full volume of it into my mouth so I settled for nuzzling, nibbling and licking around the hard nub of nipple which was making itself known through its two covering layers. I brought my hand back from around her waist and cupped the other breast and this seemed to encourage Mum to turn her whole body in towards me and press herself forward.

In the darkness, in that warmth, I was engaged in that most basic action of suckling at my mother's breast, sucking at the one and caressing, squeezing, stroking the other. And still mum pressed in towards me so I released my hand from her, reached down the short distance to the hem of the dress at her waist and scooted my fingers up on the inside of it, over her smooth stomach, up to the bottom edge of her bra and burrowed underneath the elastic and then had the whole warm mound of malleable flesh in my grasp. As I kneaded and tweaked at her erect nipple she started to wriggle and turn her upper body over which I saw as an indication she wanted to feel my mouth on that one as well.

As I transferred my attention, there was a moment of light as the bedclothes were lifted and then Mum's head joined mine under the covers.

"You're right, it's scary out there."

Her lips searched urgently for mine. She took my head into both her hands and pressed layers of eager kisses onto my cheek, my mouth, my neck, then exposed her own neck to my open mouth and tongue and teeth... while I was thus engaged she reached down to the hem of her dress and dragged it up across her bra so it was now hunched over the top of her chest... then she hoisted the bra up to join it and these two lovely melons spilled out and were being thrust towards me. In that half-light inside the bedclothes I paused to take in the wondrous sight of my own mother's tits before she pulled my face into them and I had a hand on each and my tongue was lapping at each engorged nipple in turn. In my greediness I even tried to squash her breasts together so I could enjoy both of them at the same time. She was laughing in pure joy and I joined in, as though we had both thrown off our shackles. As we thrust our lower bodies into one another her hands were now on my back, the one dragging my shirt upwards while the other reached down into the back of my shorts, pushing them lower. Mine were on her back tracing up along her spine and down to the rise of her panty-covered bum cheeks. She thrust both hands down into the back of my pants as well and cupped my ass and pulled it in towards her, reciprocating with her own thrust forward.

From behind I linked my thumbs over the top of her panties and levered them down over the bubbles of her cheeks then brought my hands round to the sides and eased them down over her hips and towards her knees. She brought one knee forward and then the panties were swept off her ankle at the one side. My mother was now to all intents naked in my bed, and I rose up onto one elbow to take it in. I could take in all I wanted because mum was busy at my belt, wrenching it open, unzipping me and tugging my dick out of my pants.

Momentarily we were both immobile, while each gazed with rapture at the other, and then mum was already jerking my dick backwards and forwards while my hand delved into the damp apex of the top of her legs. One of my fingers slid straight into the already slippery trench of her pussy and the other fingers luxuriated in the soft cushion of lips surrounding it.

We wanked each other while gazing intently into one another's eyes. That finger encased in her warmth was soon joined by another and then yet another while Mum used one hand to cup and juggle my balls and the other to firmly grasp my cock and slide it with increasing tempo up and down. The thing I wanted now in my animal state of lust was to be inside her – but this was my mum... I needed a sign... I needed permission...

But surely the sign and unspoken permission were in the way she pressed her pussy upwards and towards me as her juices spread out across my fingers? – and in the way she opened her legs as wide as possible and was no longer pulling and pushing at my cock, but rather was only pulling it – towards her soaking hole?

She took hold of my head and brought her mouth up onto mine, our tongues intertwined and engaged in their own game of tease and be teased, while she slid her body completely underneath me and I eased myself up and lay between her legs. If I wanted a sign then it was in the way she now thrust her hips forward so my cock-head just entered into the mouth of her cunt. I reciprocated with my own lunge forward and, with that, burst through up to the hilt. She gasped, I gasped. The unbelievable sensation of warmth, of wetness, of muscles contracting around my length, of those muscles actually massaging my dick from the inside was overpowering, and when I went to withdraw as far as her entrance, it was as though a vacuum had been created and I was sucked right back inside.

Her mouth was at my ear, chewing on the lobe, her tongue burrowing inside it.

"Fuck me... fuck your mum... do me good, Matt..." she whispered.

"I... aah... I promise..."

"You know you have to... mmm... keep your promises... ooh... don't you?"

"Yeah..."

I pulled my face a few inches away from hers and we were searching one another's eyes, Mum's flickering slightly with each of my forward thrusts, but the open-mouthed grin never left her face, her face which changed colour rapidly as the movie changed between scenes. Both of our mouths joined again and I fell back onto her and we both tried to swallow the other while our hips bucked wildly, her fingers scratched along my ass and back and our fucking was wild and savage, not gentle – gentle would come later, but for now the two of us just wanted to ram into the other and release what were possibly years of denied lust.

I was on top of her, but before long, she was on top, and then, as I felt myself about to blow, I was on top of her again. And all the while shadow images played out their raunchy game on the wall behind us. The blankets had long ago given up the battle to stay afloat and had jumped overboard for their own safety.

I came and I came into her, then came again as I strained my dick up into her deepest recesses. Her legs came around my waist and hooked themselves round my back as she lifted her bum to accept that final pumping motion, taking everything I had to give her.

I didn't pull out. Not because we would have flooded the bed if I had done so, but because at that moment our whole world was just her and me, one being, her legs locking me to her, my hands stroking her and brushing the hair away from her eyes, her arms hugging me to her bosom. We kissed, we licked, we stroked, we bussed and above all we smiled knowing smiles. Then I felt my cock rising again, even before it had softened completely and dropped away from her body. It grew inside her and so I made a gentle nudge forward. She responded by contracting the muscles gripping me and it responded by growing even larger.

In no time at all we'd resumed fucking, but this time it wasn't raw fucking, it was making love. I took the time in between thrusts to explore other parts of her body, to discover parts of her that were ticklish, to caress her ass and delve between her cheeks, to rejoice in the weight of her tits, to trace around and into her mouth. She for her part skittered her fingernails across my body, sampled the muscles in my thighs and tangled and untangled her fingers in my chest hair. Then it all speeded up once again and we came almost together. I spurted into her just as she was beginning to climax so I continued thrusting harder than ever to the accompaniment of lewd squelching sounds from below. I was rewarded with fingernails digging deep into my shoulders, possibly drawing blood, and the sight of Mum's face contorting between laughter and a scream. And then we were done. I pulled away from her and we both lay naked on our backs with idiotic smiles on our faces, observing the light flickering across the ceiling, regaining our breath.

In the background, the movie seemed to have reached a quiet part, though I did recall earlier hearing the theme tune in the background, and even thrusting along to the beat at some point. The colour in the room was now a steady pale light, hardly changing at all - so what was being shown now? I raised my head up to take in what was on the screen, and did a double-take.

Had my dad recorded a porn movie? Maybe he'd come across it in mid picture, because there hadn't seemed to be any introduction. It was just there, the picture of a woman photographed from behind, kneeling upright on a bed, legs spread apart, arms linked behind her head and dressed only in a thin transparent black negligee underneath which were just a pair of black silk bikini-type panties that barely covered her ass. But it wasn't a still picture, because her ass started to move imperceptibly in a circular grinding motion. The movement increased in speed, and as it did so, the woman thrust her backside out more and more at the end of each circle. Then she stopped completely, brought down her arms from behind her head and, leaning forward, placed them in front of her on the bed so that her ass was now her highest feature – then she gave it a wiggle.

Mum by now had noticed that my attention had been drawn away from her, and she sat up as well, her arm around my waist.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed..."

"What's this?"

"Dunno. It must have been recorded after Ghostbusters."

"Clearly."

"Aha, not clearly; maybe Ghostbusters was recorded over this one but this one's a bit longer, meaning we've probably missed all the juicy bits..."

Mum dug her elbow into my side.

"Ow. What...? It doesn't mean I love you any less, me enjoying a bit of porn..."

"Aha. So this is a big turn-on for you then is it?... and you, umm, love me...?

I turned my head to face her.

"Yes, Debs, of course I love you... you know I do. I mean, Iloveyou... You're everything I'll ever want or need in life..."

"Oh..." She squeezed up against me and linked her arm round my waist, "so what do you reckon about this one then... you reckon she'll be your bit on the side?" She indicated the screen.

"Well now, let's see..."

I returned my gaze to the television where the woman had now eased her negligee up over her round ass and was still giving her audience the come-on by shaking her cheeks.

"She's nice, I guess. She's got a great shape, great hair, I love it like that, long and down the back – you can always imagine it spread out over the pillow...but she's auburn, and you're more chestnut.... So chestnut wins out..." I smiled at her.

"Aha – that's all? She's throwing her ass at you and all you can think of is her hair?"

"Don't rush me. I feel I'm walking through a minefield here and any second now I'll do the wrong thing..."

Mum bounced up onto her knees and placed herself behind me, her breasts pressing into my back, her knees holding around my hips, her arms trailing down my sides towards my cock, and her head looking over my shoulder.

"I'll bet you'd like to take her like that, wouldn't you? What do they call it, doggie style...?"

I was sure she was winding me up again.

She squeezed me gently down below and then moved herself round to the front of me and lay back into my arms allowing me to caress her front and hold her between my legs, my cock in the small of her back, while we watched the action. I inhaled the scent of her hair and enveloped her breasts in my arms.

And then...

Everyone remembers the opening shot of 'Star Wars', where an alien spacecraft silently enters the frame and then slides so slowly through it, giving this sense of utter immensity, power and strength.

Well that is how a proud penis now suddenly worked its way into the picture. It was totally rigid, and the glistening knob-head wormed its way across the screen, so that there was a fade- in and fade-out of the camera's automatic focus as it changed from the woman's black panty-clad ass, which now formed the backdrop, to concentrate on the solidity, the sheer volume, of this monster encroaching and filling the screen. A network of veins ran the full length, dividing and sub-dividing, out from the thickening root which now made itself evident, encased in its clump of dark brown curls and anchored by its heavy ball sac below.

"Mmm, now we're talking... something for me as well..."

I squeezed her breasts in response, but didn't take my eyes away – there really was something hypnotic about what was happening onscreen. The penis turned slowly away from us and towards the jutting backside, and was now replaced on the screen by a pair of muscled buttocks. The completely naked owner made a couple of steps forward towards the bed, reached in front of him, gripped the sides of the panties and pulled downwards. As they descended over her rear, the panties caught momentarily in her crotch before falling to the woman's thighs. Since her legs were still spread, that was as far as they could fall. The man seemed to bend forward and, with his hands on her cheeks... maybe he was licking her ass? Or maybe lower down and sticking his tongue in between her pussy lips? His toned body and pale ass were unfortunately blotting out most of the action.

Me: "Wow, he's huge..."

Mum: "Eh, he's average..."

I looked at Mum questioningly and she grinned back at me. "It's OK, don't worry, you measure up. If anything I'd say you're even a little bit bigger... you want me to bring a tape measure?"

"I don't think I'm bigger, I mean, did you see that thing...?"

"Ah, but remember, we women tend to see these things from a, um, a different perspective – I mean, you men are always a certain distance away from your own, you never see it up so close in your face, unless you...?" She raised an eyebrow.

"No...!!"

She grinned again.

By now the guy on the screen was getting up onto the bed. I thought he was going to kneel behind her and take her that way, but instead he stood and then bent his knees in order to half lie on top of her and straddle her. The crimson-painted nails of one hand came back between her legs, took hold of the penis and directed it straight into her vagina. From a spectator's point of view this was ideal, because, instead of just seeing an ass ramming in and out, we were witness to the whole animal rutting process, which is what it was. And he did ram her. While his dick thundered in and out and his balls swung heavily against her with every thrust, his hands took hold of the woman's generous tits and, what can I say, mangled them in his grip. It was pure beastly coitus. Then he came so loudly, now holding on to her hips and pulling her into him with the same force with which he strained against her. Wow, they had certainly cum together, it was no act; this was pure wild National Geographic stuff if they'd ever been allowed to show it. He withdrew and his penis dropped out of her pussy from which his fluid was now generously oozing back out from between her still-splayed lips.

Then the woman turned round to face her lover, but the lover was already in the process of reaching towards the screen to turn off the camera. That was the moment the tape reached a crumpled section, the image flickered and jumped for a few moments and then there was a still picture of Mum's and Dad's happy faces before the screen suddenly went blank...

Neither of us moved or said anything for a moment, then, quietly...

"Your Dad was getting sick. We both knew it would be all downhill from there on in. We wanted something for him to look back on and remember the good times. But the end came a lot quicker than we thought..."

My mum's whole body was shaking. I held her tightly and cradled her in my arms, lavishing kisses onto her head.

"It's OK... it's OK... it's OK..."

We stayed in that position for a long time, and I managed to reach over and grab a couple of blankets and cover ourselves with them. There were no words for now.

After a while Mum reached behind her head and felt for my face. I turned and kissed her hand. She turned her whole body round within my lap and looked up at me with her tear-stained face.

"I must look a sight..." She wiped her cheek.

"Deborah, Debs, you did what was right. I could never hope to replace Dad in your heart. I know how much... no, I don't know how much..."

"Look," she pulled herself together, "it's history, it's what was, it's the past. Look at this as our present to you, the birds and the bees story that your dad wasn't able to give you." A weak smile.

"So it's not true about the stork?"

She grinned through the wetness. "No, Matt, no stork. And, umm..." She held my face in both her hands, "there's no Santa Claus either..."

We kissed fervently.

Later, we lay comfortably on the bed, casually tracing our fingers over each other's body, and I said to Debs,

"By the way, earlier, you said you thought I was, umm, a little bigger than Dad...?"

She looked down and cradled my penis in her hand, weighing it.

"Hold on, I'll go get the tape measure..." and with that, she sprang off the bed.