It was round 6 bong and I was giving myself a wank in my mum's room. She usually comes home from nannying at 9 bong. I didn't even hear me mum come in til she says, "oi are u avin urself a wank on me bed?" I imediately started to blush and I turned around so she couldn't see my todger in me hands. "Swear on me mum, I wasn't doing nuffin."
I glanced back and I could see me mums was undressing, "Fancy a shag mate?"
"Mum, I swear on me life, my willy is harder than Jamie T can rap, mate." I told her.
Me mum walked towards the bed and used her gabber to polish me knob. Being a young bruv growing up in Liverpool, porn is banned in the UK, I didn't even know this was a thing. I glanced outside and looked at Big Ben; it was 7 bong and I tells me mum I am about to squidy. She stops polishing me and takes me chilly willy out her gabber and says, "Fancy the ole in out in out, do ya mate?"
Seeing me mum's old, nanny knockers flab up and down when I put me stiffy in her snatch made me instantly tickety-boo and my bonk juice landed in her tea. "oi mate swear it on me life I am mate, I'll deck ya in." she said while her own spooge landed in her tea. "Cor blimey mate." is what she said as it happened.
At 10 bong, we were listening to Jamie T on the sofa. I couldn't stop glancing at her yellow stained, crooked teeth. Me pecker started to get hard. Me mum noticed me erect dong rising from me pants. "u fockin cheeky cunt mate." She got up from the sofa and started to seductively sing. "SHEILA GOES OUT WITH HER MATE STELLA." matching the rythme and timing of Jamie T. Me whang is throbbing hard and pushing against the fabric of me pants. "GETS PULLED ALL OVA A FELLA." I couldn't take it any more and pulled down me pants and griped me tockley and started to toss me lodger.
As time progressed, me mum started to sing other songs besides Sheila. Me strokes matched her singing of John Lennon's chorus to Across the Universe. Then suddenly an all consuming sound rang across England; BONG! BONG! "Oi mum it's 12 bong it is mate." and my le petite mort was triggered like a tumblr femnist. Streams of genetic material coated the small apartment we shared and soon, there was only white and the smell of bleach. We both passed away from suffocation that night. My wooffy pudge was too sticky and we couldn't escape.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/2ztoin/mf_2014_literature_award_winning_erotica
Story of the year.