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Saturday night 6.23pm.

“The fucking zip!” Carly snapped as she stood at her mirror struggling with the stubborn zip on her dress, she knew that she fitted the dress perfectly. She knew that she hadn’t put on any weight, in fact she had lost a bit. She could hear Metallica’s song Whisky in the jar playing down the hallway in her sons bedroom. She managed to loosen the stubborn zip and move it up from her hips.

“At last.” she gasped. She was relieved as it freely moved up to the bra strap across her back, then got stuck on her bra. “Fuck.” she snapped again. She couldn’t push the dress off, as it was too tight around her hips. Finally after a few minutes she accepted defeat and knew that she only had one option, and that was to retreat across the hallway and accept help from her 26 year old son, who had moved back home after moving out as a 17 year old.

She sighed as she walked out of her room, and down the hallway passing her 21 year old daughters room. She wished that Marie was home. She thought this was a girl thing, this was a thing only a girl could help with as she reached her sons doorway.

She stood at his door, fuck he was going to love this. Undoing his mothers bra strap to loosen her dress, although she did feel slightly aroused at the thought.

“Alby.” she said loudly knocking so he could hear, as she turned the door knob. She imagined the penthouse being stuffed under his bed, and his hard cock being stuffed back into his trousers.

“What mum?” he said back turning the music down, seconds later the door opened. He had stuffed his penthouse magazine under the pillow and pulled his hand out from inside his jeans. Carly walked into his room and smiled at him, seeing a slightly guilty look on his face. The look of his mother catching him doing something that he wasn’t allowed to do.

“Look Alby, you do know that reading and watching porn will make you go blind darling.” she joked.

“Ahh yeh, mum.” he said making a deliberate motion sitting up, and closing the open car magazine that sat on his bed. He tried to divert her attention from thinking he was looking at, an eighteen years and over magazine, with naked women in it.

“I have a slight problem and your sister isn’t here to help.” Carly said accepting she would have to get Alby help her.

“Yes what? Anything for my sexy mother.” he replied cheerfully.

“Ok, look I’m kind of stuck, the zip is caught on my bra strap.” she said softly.

“Oh ok then.” Alby replied as Carly turned her back to him, as she pulled her long dark hair to her front.

“It won’t go up or down.” she said looking behind her as Alby stood up and looked at her predicament.

“Ok.” she heard him say grinning, she felt her sons fingers slide under the clip of her lacy bra.

Alby admired his mothers bra strap, and the zip caught in the lace. “Your in a bit of a pickle then aren’t you mum.”

She ignored his comment. “Just don’t tear the lace on my bra. Please be careful.”

“Well mum I’m afraid that I’m going to have to undo your bra.” Alby replied.

“Yeh ok, do anything just fix it please.” she said as she felt his fingers wrestle with the clips on her bra. She wanted this over as quickly as possible. She felt him carefully manoeuvre the dress so that he could pull the clips free. He had perfected the art of undoing a bra with one hand, it was a skill that he had learnt while wearing his mothers bra to practice on. Yes and his sisters bra, but his mothers fitted better.

Finally the bra loosened as the clips came free. She couldn’t believe she was standing in her sons room, with him unclipping her bra and feeling it finally loosen around her sides. She held her hand over her hair and her breasts She supported them as she felt Alby delicately and carefully move the bra strap, and the zip apart. Finally freeing the zip from the purple lace of her bra.

She almost felt aroused at what her son was doing, feeling his hands on her bra that was on her body. Alby was a handsome man with his defined cheekbones and face that she loved, and his long blonde hair made into dreadlocks. At first she hated them, but eventually she got used to them. But after a while she actually started to find them sexy. She also loved his well toned and athletic body.

She remembered the first day that she saw him in speedo’s, even though she didn’t like them at first either. She knew that he had a big package down there. Alby was a surf lifesaver for the local surf club, he had to wear them for competitions. That was one of the main reasons that he came back home. To compete for them in regional and local competitions.

“Yes got it.” he said as he loosened the zip from her bra, breaking his mothers wandering and incestuous thoughts about her son. Just before she started to go down the dangerous wormhole into mentally undressing him. She was jealous of Lucy at the club, the unhappily married Asian girl that he was fucking.

Alby knew the exact bra that she was wearing, the grup seks yapan gaziantep escort lacy purple see through bra. His thoughts moved to seeing it on her from the front. He imagined seeing her nipples through the fabric. He casually looked down her back loosening the zip, he pulled the zip down to her arse catching a small glimpse of the purple band on her lacy underwear. He knew she wasn’t planning on coming home tonight, this guy must be special.

Alby re-clipped her bra, he moved the zip up to her neck on her dark purple sexy halterneck dress.

“Thanks darling.” she said as she pushed her hair behind her neck and turned to him and kissed his cheek.

“It’s ok, so hot date aye?” he said scanning her body discretely.

“Yes, hopefully this is the one darling, he sounds really nice.” she said turning looking into his mirror adjusting her hair. She casually looked over seeing the edge of the penthouse magazine sticking out from under the pillow.

“Cool so I get a step father soon mum.”

Carly sighed and smiled as she looked up at her son. “We’ll see.” she said kissing his cheek.

“Ok.” Alby said as she turned and stepped towards his door.

“Right then, I need to put on make-up. I’ll let you get back to your girlfriend….. Miss April!” Carly joked as she looked down at his pillow.

“Fuck.” Alby cursed as he glanced down seeing the magazine sticking out, and felt slightly embarrassed.

“It’s ok baby, I understand. Why don’t you come and talk to me while I get ready.”

Alby followed his mum too her bedroom, he sat on her bed as he watched his mother sit at her make-up desk.

“Yeh well mum. Just think you could be dating John from down the road.” he said leaning back on her bed stretching his arms out behind him.

“Oh fuck no.” she snapped looking behind her at her grinning son.

“Why not?”

“Fuck Alby!. What our neighbour? The husband of the woman that your father was fucking, for six months before I caught them in our bed.” she replied looking back at the mirror.

“Yeh! You know revenge sex. Dad would be so jealous of you fucking John, they hated each other.”

“Alby, you thats the very reason that your Dad was fucking Debra, it was just to get back at John over the whole stupid boundary fence saga.”

“Oh fuck yeh. Thats right. Yeh and then they ran off together mum.”

“Both men were so stubborn. They were both at fault, if John had fixed the fence properly after he drove his tractor into it. Your father shouldn’t have had the goats in that paddock. I told him. The stubborn bastard.”

“I know mum.” Alby said.

“No. So don’t worry about it darling, I’m not going to be running off with John.” Carly replied turning to him smiling as he lay on her bed looking at the ceiling.

“I know. Fuck mum. John even tried it on with Marie, to get back at Dad for getting back at him by fucking his wife.” Alby said seeing what his mum saw on her back, as she was being made love to.

“All because of that stupid fucking fence.” Carly said.

“Yeh! Men aye?”

“Yeh you got that right. Think I’ll become a lesbian.”

“Mum! You a lesbian?”

“What? You don’t think I can be a lesbian?”

“No mum.” Alby replied feeling his cock rise as he glanced down at his mothers pile of clothing on the floor. There was a pair of jeans and a black g-string, with a matching black lacy bra and a tee shirt.

“Fuck you know that this is my third date.” she said.

Alby smiled at her appreciating his mothers figure “Maybe third time lucky aye?”

“Maybe. So how do I look?” she asked.

“Sexy mother.” he replied seeing her in the purple halterneck dress. The bodice that sat tight around her D cup bust and waist, the pleated skirt of the dress sat loose and free around her hips and legs. The dress accentuated her long slender legs showing her legs from the middle of her thighs. She sat on her chair facing Alby lifting her foot, she leant forward putting on her white high heels. Alby hoped to catch a glimpse of the purple underwear that she was wearing.

Carly stood and straightened her dress and sighed. “Right. Ready. Here we go.”

“Mum your’ll be fine, it’s only dinner with a complete stranger, who will be wanting to get your knickers off. Then get you into bed after the date.”

Carly glanced at him with a smile. “Thank you Alby, I don’t know if I should be insulted or flattered darling.”

“Be flattered.” he replied as she stepped forward and embraced him.

“Thank you darling.” she said as Alby wrapped his arms around his mother. He could feel her body against him, her D cup breasts pressed into his chest. The aroma of her perfume made him even more aroused. He felt guilty that his 44 year old seperated mother made him feel this horny. He knew fucking her wasn’t an option, but even just seeing her naked. He often felt guilty for mentally undressing her in his head, acting out fucking her. Also imagining her photos grup seks yapan gaziantep escort bayan in his penthouse magazines.

Tonight was no different. He just wanted to push her onto the bed and make love to her, right now. Fuck the date. He wanted her to himself.

Alby loved to flirt with her, even knowing flirting was crossing the incest line. He loved hugging her and making them last as long as possible. Alby wanted to fuck her, but he often wondered if he would feel guilty. Even if by some miracle that it actually happened.

Carly stepped back and picked up her purse taking another look at herself in the mirror. “Fuck I’m not usually this nervous before a date.”

“Mum it’s your third one since dad left nine months ago.”

She looked at him in the reflection. “I know, I’m over your father. But I guess it’s the whole having to date again, and get to know another guy.”

“Or a woman. I could cope with a mother, and step mother. Just as long as she is hot and sexy like you?”

“Alby Richard Thompson.” Carly said smiling at him. She did love him calling her sexy.

“So have you got condoms?” Alby asked cheekily.

“Alby!” she snapped turning again giving him a disapproving look.

He smiled as he walked towards the bedroom door. “Just asking, if you want to bring a man home mum, I promise to make myself scarce.”

“That will not be happening darling.” she replied.

“Just saying mum?” he said smiling.

“Ok! Even though the last man that I had sex with, was your father nine months ago. I will not be fucking just anybody ok.”

“Fuck mum, you haven’t had sex for nine months?” Alby questioned her.

She glared at him, realising that thought was actually her reality. “No.” she said as she sighed.

Alby followed his mum downstairs and into the kitchen. Carly poured herself a glass of water as Alby picked out a can of beer from the fridge.

“The winds getting up mum.” he said as he pulled the tab open on the beer can, he looked out the open french doors at the tree’s outside, then down at the skirt of her dress. Sitting halfway down her thighs.

“It is darling.” she said smiling at him.

“Hope your not wearing skimpy underwear mum.” he joked.

She walked up to him, then she stopped to kiss his cheek then whispered. “What makes you think I’m even wearing underwear darling.”

Alby’s cock got harder at that thought, as she went to the closet in the hallway. She opened the door. Alby knew that she was, in fact he knew the exact pair. He knew the bra that she was wearing, and he knew she loved to wear marching bra and panty sets. The thought of her lacy underwear aroused him more. To the point of feeling his leaking pre-cum ooze into his underwear. She slid her coat over her shoulders and smiled. “Lucky my skirt is weighted then aye darling.”

“Ah yeh mum.” he said imaging seeing her skirt get lifted by the wind, as she slung her handbag over her shoulder. She picked her car keys off the side table by the front door.

“Right. Wish me luck.” she said.

“In that dress mum, he’s the one that will need the luck.”

7.01 pm.

Alby sighed as he heard his mother drive off, alone in the house finally. His mum on a date, his sister away for the weekend. He slid off his shirt dropping it onto the couch, he pushed off his jeans and underwear. Picking up his clothing he walked naked to the laundry with his large circumcised cock standing at attention.

“Just you and me mate.” he said grabbing it as he entered the laundry. He lifted the lid and saw his sisters clothing unwashed. He smiled and placed his washing on the side of the machine. He reached in and looked though her washing.

“Fuck sis, you should really seperate your bras and your shirts” he said lifting up a shirt seeing her black bra tangled in the shirt. He pulled her bra out and put them back in. He lifted her jeans and shorts. He found several pairs of underwear. He pulled out a red g-string with remnants of cum on them.

“Fuck Marie.” he said looking closely at them, but not that close. He pulled out a orange g-string and took a sniff as he stuffed his clothing in and closed the lid after putting in powder.

“Don’t wash your fucking smelly boy clothing with mine.” he said mocking his sister, she hated him washing his with hers.

Alby made his way to the sofa with his sisters underwear, after picking up his beer he sat grabbing the remote control and turned on the television.

His mind started thinking of Lucy, the married woman that he was casually fucking. Lucy had beautiful Asian features. Her mother was Japanese and her father was Spanish. He loved her beautiful long silky black hair, and her slim body with busty C cup breasts. Her husband was so unhappy and jealous that she was involved in the surf club. He hated seeing her in the tight fitting swimsuit with men looking at her.

He picked up his phone and typed in a message. ‘Hi Lucy, it’s grup seks yapan gaziantep bayan escort Julie here. I was just wondering if you wanted to meet up for a drink?’ and he pressed send.

Julie was a code name just in case Lucy’s husband read her texts. Lucy often mentioned her friend Julie to her husband. It was just to make it sound like that Julie was an actual real female friend, and not just a cover for the man 7 years her junior that she was having an affair with. Alby loved her being an older woman, and often thought how they could run off together and start the family that Lucy so desperately wanted, but her husband didn’t.

Alby missed her wet and juicy Asian pussy, it was perfectly waxed and delicious. He missed fucking her, as he hadn’t seen her sexually for 6 weeks. He only saw her at a club function and barbeque only a week ago. She wore a sexy free flowing summer dress, her amazing bust sitting in the tight bodice of the floral dress. The hint of her amazing cleavage asking for his hands and lips. Alby tended to stay away from her husband knowing that he was fucking his wife.

Alby heard his phone and picked it up. ‘Hi Julie I’m out for dinner with Wayne maybe another time. Is your hubby away?’

Alby smiled and sniggered and thought before he replied. ‘Ok I was looking forward to some girl time. Yes my hubby away on a business trip. I will stay home and paint my nails with a glass of wine. Enjoy dinner with Wayne. Julie.’

He pressed send and dropped his phone on the couch and put his head back onto the couch.

“Not getting Lucy’s pussy tonight.” he said looking at his cock slowly stroking it.

“What?” he said looking down at his cock.

“Get a fucking hooker then.” Alby said pretending his cock was talking back to him.

“Na, Lets watch some porn together.” he replied.

8.06

Outside Gino’s Italiana Resturant.

Carly stood under the entrance to the resturant waiting and looking at her watch. He was late not just by five minutes but by 21 minutes. The table had been booked for 7.45. She almost felt jealous of the other couples that were walking in and out of the resturant, hand in hand and arm in arm laughing and joking. Here she was waiting for him, she checked her phone and no message saying that he was running late.

She sighed as she was getting more and more frustrated, she could feel the cold sea air blow softly off the pier. She loved how she had being on the development committee that developed the old unused portside pier into a bustling town development. The multi million dollar development that she helped design, now seeing it a success made her so proud.

She noticed a male figure approach her, he walked fast and saw her smiling.

“Carly?” he asked. She admired the well presented man, he wore a suit and tie and his short wavy hair was well combed.

“Yes, Wiliam?” she asked.

“Yes, look I’m so sorry that I’m late. Some wanker cut me off at a intersection, and I drove into a parked car.”

“Oh no, are you ok?” she asked.

“Yeh I’m fine. The city traffic aye? Some arseholes really don’t know how to drive. Anyway enough about that, I’m hungry.” he said

“Ok.” Carly replied as they turned and entered the resturant. It was busy with all the tables full.

“Good evening.” A tall man said as he approached them, he wore a well groomed suit and tie.

“Hi. Will King. I booked a table for 7.45. Sorry we are late but some arsehole cut me off and I had an accident.”

“Sorry sir, but your table has being taken.”

“Taken? What do you mean taken?” Will snapped.

“We didn’t think you were coming sir, so we have a waiting list. If someone is late by twenty minutes without calling we assume they are not coming.”

“That’s fucking bullshit. Look I’m a successful lawyer and I want my table.”

“Sorry sir, but it’s in the online conditions when booking.” the waiter replied.

“I want to speak to your manager, this is blatant disrespect for a well known lawyer like myself.”

“Yes sir, please wait here. I will get him.” the waiter replied as he walked off to the office.

“So sorry.” William said to Carly.

“Look it’s ok, lets go find another resturant. This one is always busy and he is right, if……” she started saying before she was cut off. She noticed a tall long haired woman look over at them.

“….. No, I booked fucking dinner here, and I will get a fucking table.”

“Look I really appreciate it, I know that it is hard getting a table here but…… “

“Carlina darling.” a strong Italian voice said as a older gentleman came out of a side door.

“Luca.” Carly said smiling as he approached her. He put his hands in her hips, and kissed her cheek.

“How’s the family?” he asked.

“Good.” Carly said smiling.

“I hear you were late because of an accident?” Luca said smiling.

“Yes someone wanker cut me off……” William started saying.

“…… for you my dear Carlina, I will magic a table up out of a hat.” Luca said clicking his fingers above his head. “Stevo please set up a spare table in the window for this beautiful woman and her….. date.” Luca said to the waiter. Carly loved his strong Italian accent.

“Yes sir.” Stevo replied.

“Also a bottle of my expensive wine, on the house of course for such a beautiful lady.” Luca added.

“Yes sir.” Stevo said walking off.

Five minutes they were seated, Stevo poured the red wine into a glass. William looked at Carly.

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