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Despite the difficulties, I managed to put Mum out of my head. For some reason, Georgia was new and exciting and while I still wanted to fuck Mum every minute of the day, it was easier to be apart from her while I had Georgia to think about.
We’d started texting back and forth, nothing too exciting, and she agreed to come to my Wednesday afternoon football practice so we could get something to eat afterwards. As soon as Tommy spotted her, wrapped up in a thick knitted scarf in the stands, he nudged me and I started to get an unusual amount of back slaps and fist bumps from the others on the team. I wish her being there had inspired me to play better than usual, but the pitch was muddy and I don’t think I distinguished myself especially much. After washing the mud off in the shower afterwards, I stuffed my dirty kit into my bag and went out to meet Georgia, who looked really cute wrapped up warm. She had gloves which were supposed to look like cats, and she gave me an impulsive hug as I was admiring them.
“You’re so warm from running around and I’ve been waiting outside the whole time,” she said, defensively, going pink again. I didn’t mind at all.
Since Georgia was vegetarian, she knew all the best vegetarian or vegan places to eat in the city, and she took me to a place which specialised in tofu dishes. I’d never eaten tofu before, so she recommended a stir fry which actually tasted surprisingly good. I’d probably still prefer chicken, but, whatever. The best part of the meal was when we sat down and she took off her coat, revealing a low-cut patterned top which made her boobs look really good. I worked hard not to stare.
“So I have to ask, but I don’t want to be insensitive,” I said, when I was full of food and she was picking at the remains of her salad, “But are you…?”
She took over. “My mum’s Vietnamese,” she explained, “And my dad is Scottish. That’s why I’m Buddhist, it’s from my Mum’s side.”
“Ahhh,” I said, relaxing a little. “I did wonder. Did you grow up in Scotland?”
She nodded, giving me another little smile which I loved. “Lived in Glasgow all my life.”
I had to say that, whatever my dick was trying to tell me about her tits, Georgia was funny, smart, beautiful and really interesting. She laughed at my jokes, possibly out of pity, and she seemed genuinely interested in hearing about growing up with a single mum.
“I know I’m lucky to have had both my parents and plenty of money,” she admitted. “I think it’s amazing how hard your mum must have worked.”
“She’s an amazing person,” I replied, fighting against a rising tide of guilt. Georgia picked up on the fact I was slightly uncomfortable and quickly changed the subject, telling me about a mad lecturer who taught on her course (Chemistry, by the way). By the time we finally left the restaurant, we’d been in there over two hours and emerging into the cold wind was a bit of a trial.
“Text me, okay?” Georgia said, holding onto my arm as we walked to the bus stop which went to her accommodation.
“I definitely will, I’ve had a great time,” I told her, and she giggled. I wondered if this was the moment I was supposed to make a move and kiss her. Despite everything, I didn’t actually have any experience in ‘normal’ dating. I chickened out, and just waved at her as her bus pulled away from the stop. Then I realised I’d left my kit bag in the tofu restaurant and had to dash all the way back to get it.
Slightly unexpectedly, on Saturday my mum rang me up at lunchtime.
“I forgot to tell you that there’s a works do this evening,” she said. “So I thought we could start a little bit earlier today?”
I hesitated and she realised immediately.
“Is something the matter?” she asked, her tone moving from flirty Cathy to concerned Mum in an instant.
“No, it’s just…” I said. “Can I talk to you about something first?”
“You can talk to me about anything.”
I took a breath. “I met this girl, her name’s Georgia. I really like her.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Mum said, completely sincerely. “She definitely doesn’t have a boyfriend this time?”
I laughed, feeling myself relax. “Definitely doesn’t. We went on a date on Wednesday.”
“What’s she like?” Mum asked.
I spent nearly an hour telling Mum about the date and about Georgia and she seemed to really love hearing about her. In the end, I just came out and said it.
“I feel really guilty when I’m with her because of us,” I said, clenching my free hand into a fist and staring at it. “I know it doesn’t make sense.”
“It makes perfect sense,” Mum reassured me. “If you want to pause our relationship or stop it, that’s okay.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to pause, I just wish I felt better about it.”
“We both know this can’t last forever, so why not just enjoy it until the time feels right to end?” Mum said, and I smiled.
“Okay, I can go with that.”
“Now, then, I take it you’re alone?” Flirty Cathy was back.
“All alone,” I told her, getting comfortable in my desk chair.
“I’ve been so horny this week,” she told me, slowly. “I don’t know why, but it’s been so hard to keep from asyabahis yeni giriş touching myself.”
“And you want me to help you, Cathy?” I teased, reaching down and stroking my cock.
“I’m so needy at the moment, I think I’d do anything you asked me to,” Mum said, a gentle moan coming through the phone.
This got my pulse racing again and various possibilities flashed through my head. Before I could say anything, Mum spoke again.
“I was so close to touching myself at work,” she said softly. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you and your cock and how you fuck me with it, and I got so wet.”
My cock was really hard. “What if I came to your office?” I suggested.
“Oh, fuck, I would have given anything to see you walk through the door and just take me,” Mum said, moaning again.
“I want to bend you over your desk.”
“And I want to push up your skirt and start rubbing your pussy through your pants.”
“Oh, yes, baby.”
“I want to feel how wet this is making you.”
“I’m really wet.”
“I’m going to get my cock and slowly push it into you.”
“Mm… what about all the people in the office?”
“I don’t care, I just want to fuck you.”
“Yes… But they’ll all see you fucking your mum’s slutty pussy…”
“I can’t stop, I just have to fuck you, Mum.”
“Cum inside me, I want to feel you cumming inside me.” Her voice was urgent now.
“I’m so close, Mum, I want to cum in your pussy, fill you up.”
“Do it, cum for me, baby, I want to feel my son’s cum deep inside me.”
I couldn’t hold back. My balls contracted and I shot a load of cum straight up in the air, splashing onto my arm. I flailed my hand at the box of tissues and managed to grab one in time to catch the second shot, while Mum moaned down the phone.
Panting, I tried my best to clean up.
“I just came so hard!” Mum said in a tired but happy voice.
“Me, too,” I replied, laughing slightly. “Made a bit of a mess.”
“Oh, honey, did it get on your clothes?”
“No, just my arm.”
“Okay, that’s good.”
There were a few moments of silence down the phone.
“Mum, um, do you think we could try that, one time?”
“What? In my office? I don’t think-“
I cut her off. “No, I mean, cumming inside.”
“Oh.” She was quiet for a second. “Well, I don’t want to go on the pill, it plays havoc with my hormones, so we’ll have to wait for a safe day.”
I grinned. That was as close to a yes as I was getting. Something deep inside me really wanted to cum inside Mum, as if it was somehow the right thing to do. I wasn’t experienced enough with women to know what a safe day was, but I couldn’t wait until Mum had one.
After two more successful dates with Georgia, she started coming to watch my football matches regularly and started to hang out with the other girlfriends who huddled in the stands, fighting off the cold. I had to admit, it felt good to join the select club of lads who headed home after training with a girl. Georgia seemed to get on with everyone and I noticed several jealous glances when she was waiting for me after training, gossiping with the other girlfriends, wearing thermal leggings under her thick coat which made her legs look amazing. I slid my hand around her waist and she giggled a little.
“Do you want to come back to my flat?” I asked her as we set off back towards town.
“Won’t your flatmate be there?” Georgia asked, giving me one of her suspicious expressions which I found so cute.
“Maybe, but then you could meet her,” I said. “Caramel digestives were on sale when I went to the supermarket so I’ve got a whole unopened packet.”
Georgia grinned. “Okay, but I’m only doing it for the biscuits.”
When I texted her, Lydia said she was over at Becca’s and wouldn’t be back until later. Georgia and I started off by watching Netflix, drinking tea and eating biscuits, but pretty soon she was lying on top of me, snogging, her hair tickling my face. She’d slid her hand up my shirt and was tracing her fingers over my chest muscles as he kissed, occasionally moving tantalisingly close to the waistband of my trousers but never crossing the line. Eventually I built up the courage to push my hand up the back of her top, sliding my hand over her bra strap and around to the front. The instant my hand touched the tiniest part of her bra cup, she grabbed my wrist in a vice grip.
“That’s a boyfriend-only area,” she said softly, pulling away and making eye contact with me.
“I thought I was your boyfriend?” I asked, confused.
“I didn’t know if it was official yet,” she replied.
Obviously I wanted Georgia to be my girlfriend so I complied. “Okay, will you be my girlfriend?”
“You’re not seeing anyone else?” she asked, her eyes narrowing.
“Of course not,” I told her, inwardly pleased with how natural it sounded, but feeling a rising panic that she knew something about me and Mum.
“Good,” she said, relaxing and kissing me again. “Okay, I’ll be your girlfriend.”
This time, when my fingers slid towards her bra, she didn’t stop me. I pushed her top asyabahis giriş over her head and then undid her bra strap, and she blushed slightly as I got my first look at her tits.
I know it’s not exactly very nice to compare women, but I have to admit, they were the nicest boobs I’d ever seen. Mum’s were probably slightly bigger, yeah, but the effects of gravity and age hadn’t yet hit Georgia’s. She had big, round nipples which were already sticking out, and even awkwardly lying forwards like she was, they looked really sexy. I cupped one in my hand as she kissed me again, gently teasing her nipple with my fingertip, and she let out a soft moan.
“Can we go to your room?” she asked, and I nodded, hardly able to believe my luck.
My initial goal, of finally getting to have sex with Georgia, didn’t happen. Instead, we lay on the bed and snogged and I played with her tits, discovering in the process that flicking her nipples gently with my fingers really got her going, and then I kept on exploring and managed to get my hand into her leggings. Her pussy hair was trimmed short and I could feel how wet she was immediately. Slowly rubbing her clit, I tried to remember what I’d done to Mum before which had turned her on, and repeat it on Georgia. After a few minutes of rubbing her clit and hearing her breath getting short, I slowly pushed a finger into her slick, tight pussy, and heard her let out a proper moan.
“Gentle,” she said breathlessly, spreading her legs a little wider. Since she still had her leggings on, it was a restricted space to work in, but I did my best, slowly working my finger in until it was as deep inside her as possible. She moaned again and I started moving in and out, getting faster, watching her nipples move with each thrust until she put her arm around my neck and pulled me in to kiss some more. I gained in confidence and moved faster again, doing everything I could to fuck her with my finger, hearing her moans getting louder, but then there was the sound of the flat’s front door opening and Georgia clamped her legs shut.
“It’s just Lydia getting back,” I explained, but Georgia pushed my hand out of her leggings and grabbed her bra. My dick was rock hard in my trousers and I was frustrated with Lydia’s timing, but things were still new with Georgia and I didn’t want to push my luck. As she got dressed, I grabbed a tissue to clean my hand and, when we were both decent, I opened the door of my room to introduce Georgia to Lydia.
Luckily, Georgia and Lydia hit it off straight away and after ten minutes, they were chatting away with barely a thought for me, sitting at the kitchen table playing on my phone. They’d exchanged numbers after a quarter of an hour and Georgia even offered to cook dinner for everyone. I know this is supposed to be domestic bliss – two hot girls making me dinner, but mostly I was horny and wanted to get Georgia alone again. It never happened, though, and after dinner she gave me a kiss at the door and left, waving away my offer to walk her to the bus stop.
“No point you getting all cold, it’s only a two minute walk,” she explained. “Text me?”
“I will do,” I replied, kissing her again.
Once the flat’s door was safely shut, I turned to go back to my room, ready to bring up some of Mum’s sexy selfies and masturbate, but Lydia stuck her head out of the kitchen and asked to talk.
“What’s up?” I said, thinking that at least if I was going to be kept from my room I could make a hot drink, so I filled up the kettle and set it to boil.
Despite spending the last two hours chatting happily to Georgia, Lydia seemed worried, so I rinsed out her mug and stuck a teabag in it and she gave me a grateful look.
“I spoke to Mark about me and Becca,” she said, finally, settling onto a kitchen chair and adjusting her glasses.
“How did he react?” I asked, pouring the hot water into our mugs.
Lydia hesitated for a moment. “Um, it didn’t go as well as I’d hoped.”
“Did you break up?” I felt a sudden pity for Lydia. Much as I’d wanted her and Mark to break up in the past, now I just felt sorry for her. They’d been dating for a long time.
“No, not exactly,” Lydia explained. “It’s actually really awkward, which is why I wanted to talk it over with you.”
Tea brewed, I added milk and then put Lydia’s mug down in front of her, sitting down on the opposite side of the kitchen table. “Okay, what’s so awkward about it?” I said, blowing on the surface of my tea to cool it.
Lydia put her head in her hands for a second. “I can’t believe I’m actually about to say this,” she muttered, then took a deep breath. “Mark has told me he wants to have a threesome. With me and Becca.”
On the outside, my facial expression was one of total concern. On the inside, I was going crazy. For one, isn’t it weird to ask your girlfriend for a threesome like that? Also, if Lydia and Becca agree, then I am insanely jealous of him.
“Have you asked Becca?” I asked her.
“I did and Becca isn’t really into it, but she said she will if it makes me happy,” Lydia told me. “I don’t want to lose Mark, but…”
“To be honest,” asyabahis güvenilirmi I said, “Asking for a threesome doesn’t exactly sound like Mark is really focused on saving your relationship.”
Lydia nodded. “He said that then he wouldn’t feel jealous about me cheating on him with Becca.”
I shrugged. “Maybe that’s true, but to me it just sounds like he wants to try his arm at having a threesome since he knows it’s over.”
Lydia looked so upset that I suddenly felt like I’d gone too far.
“I mean, I might be wrong,” I said, apologetically, “But I think you might need to face reality.”
She quickly drank a mouthful of tea to cover up what I’m fairly sure was a tear in her eye.
“Do you think you’ll do it?” I asked, realising what Lydia was coming round to.
She sighed. “I really want to make me and Mark work. I know it sounds so stupid, but we’ve been together since forever and I know that I’ll be an idiot for not trying to do whatever I can to fix it.”
I was extremely doubtful but focused on my tea for a minute to cover it up. “So have you made a plan?”
“Mark’s going to come here the last weekend before the Christmas break, so we’ll try it then,” Lydia explained. “I’d be grateful if we could have the flat to ourselves that weekend, is that okay?”
I thought about it. It was too expensive to go back to Mum’s on the train, especially since I would be going there a week later, but I could probably crash at Tommy’s or even see if Georgia wouldn’t mind having me for one night. In fact, it might make a good excuse to spend the night with Georgia.
“I’ll make it work,” I told Lydia. “Just let me know if I can help with anything else.”
On Saturday I told Mum about this plan, and she agreed with me that it was never going to work.
“But, what’s most important is that you can be there to support Lydia,” Mum said. “Even if the plan is a bad one, she needs to see it through.”
I had to tell Mum that if I was staying at someone else’s place, we couldn’t do our usual Saturday thing that week, but she was okay with it. I was annoyed, but what made up for it was the promise of actually seeing Mum in person a week later, and everything that went along with that.
“Anyway,” Mum announced. “I’m just about to jump into the bath with a glass of wine, and then I want you to tell me all about what you’ve been getting up to with your new girlfriend.”
I laughed a little. “Are you sure you want to hear about me with another woman?” I asked, teasing her. “Anyway, a gentleman never tells.”
“A gentleman can tell his mum anything,” she teased back. “Now I want you to send me a picture of your gorgeous cock, I’ve been missing it all week.”
“I want a picture of you in return,” I told her, locking my bedroom door.
“You want to see me naked, huh?” she said, giggling a little. “I’ll see what I can do.”
I think at this point it goes without saying that when I got her photo, which was of her tits covered in bubbles from the bath while she pulled on her nipple, I was able to cum pretty quickly.
Since I wasn’t allowed in the flat on Saturday, I did my Christmas shopping. I’d raised the topic of staying overnight with Georgia (via text), but she said her flatmate wasn’t very happy about overnight guests and I left it there. I wasn’t sure what kind of flatmate didn’t allow overnight guests, but I didn’t want to make things awkward by seeming desperate. So, I sent Tommy a message and he agreed straight away.
I’d packed a sports bag with my clothes and toothbrush, and when I dropped these off at Tommy’s place he just threw the bag onto his bed and grabbed his coat.
“Come on, let’s get shitfaced,” Tommy said firmly, ushering me back out of the flat. “One of my flatmates is whinging on about his dissertation and I can’t face another minute of being told to be quiet.”
With it being Saturday, we just went between bars in the city centre, looking for places which had some atmosphere, until we eventually were drunk enough and it was late enough to hit a club. Usually, the loud music and overpriced drinks weren’t really that appealing, but it was only two weeks until Christmas and everyone was in a good mood. Tommy bought a round of Jaegermeisters for us and started to scan the crowd.
“Here, you see that lass in the green dress?” he shouted into my ear, putting his face close to mine so I could see where he was pointing. His breath reeked of booze.
“Yeah,” I told him. She was blonde, tall and although she had a beautiful face, the rest of her was a bit skinny.
“I shagged her after a debate society social last year,” Tommy told me. “She barfed all over my shower.”
“How delightful,” I shouted back. “What’s her name?”
“Elizabeth, I think,” Tommy said, unsure. “Definitely begins with an ‘E’, at least.”
“Classy, can’t even remember her name,” I grinned.
The appeal of a nightclub was severely diminished, I discovered, by not being on the pull. Drinking and dancing was okay, but Tommy could try his hand with whatever girl caught his eye, while I had to hang around by the bar waiting to see if he was successful. In the end, he disappeared for ten minutes and I got bored of waiting with the last third of his drink, so I abandoned it and went for a piss. Nightclub toilets are uniformly disgusting, but I have to admit I wasn’t prepared for what I saw when I went into the gent’s.
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