In the past few weeks, my mom has been the "victim" of a kidnapping (by me), been a "victim" of a home break-in where she was sexually assaulted (by me), and tricked into having sex (with me). Most recently she and I fucked on the back patio while our pastor neighbor watched, then later sucked the same pastor off when he came to our house and tried to council us. We've been fucking every day - sometimes several times a day - for a couple of weeks now. She won't admit it, but the longer it goes on, the more she's accepting it, actually looking forward to it.
My God! Mark and I have been fucking each other every day for weeks now! I let him do whatever he wants to me and with me! And I'm loving it! I can't get enough of his fat cock! What kind of mother does that make me? Maybe I am the cock loving slut he says I am? But I can't let him know that I love every minute of it! I'm still his mother! But I don't know how much longer I can hide it from him, before I start asking him to fuck me and not waiting for him to ask? Oh my God, what am I going to do when he heads back to college in a few weeks?!
She thought to herself.
It was a beautiful day. As usual, on days like today, Mom was out back next to the pool sunning herself in one of her skimpy little bikinis. The ones that always get me hard as a rock. Apparently, I wasn't the only one. From my upstairs bedroom, where I had been known to watch Mom sunbath and jerk off on occasion, I could see Mr. Wilson next door acting like he was doing yard work. He was constantly peering over the fence trying to get a good look at Mom. I'm sure he was imagining her lips wrapped around his cock again. If he continued like he was, he was going to rake that one spot of grass down to nothing.
I threw my swim trunks on and headed outside. I casually walked over to Mom. She sensed my presence before I got to her. She immediately noticed the bulge that a 9" snake created in my swim trunks. I'm sure she thought I was going to ask for a blowjob at the very least. Maybe later.
When I got close enough, I whispered, "Mr. Wilson is watching."
She gasped and perked up. "Really? How do you know?" she whispered back.
I nodded my head. "I saw him upstairs. Fuckin' pervert. I'm gonna take a couple laps in the pool. Why don't you, you know, put on a show for him?"
"Put on a...oh! Oh, Mark! I...I...I don't think so."
"Who are you kidding? We've fucked in front of him. You sucked his dick and swallowed his load for Christ's sake." I knelt beside her. The touch of my fingers to her crotch startled her. I rubbed her pussy through the thin bikini material, which stained quickly with her juices. "Look at you, you're fucking soaked already. You're such a slut," I grinned.
"Don't say such things. I'm still you're mother." Her groin pushed harder into my hand.
"Whatever." She almost seemed disappointed when I stood up. "C'mon, get naked and give Mr. Wilson a show." I turned my head just enough to see that he was watching intently as best as he could. "Do a good job and I'll give you a load of my own later."
"Mark Allen!" she said as I walked away chuckling.
I dove into the crystal clear water of the pool and swam to the other end. By the time I'd gotten to the other end, Mom had removed her top and her bottoms were coming off her feet. I paused for a moment and watched her lay her sexy body back on the lounge chair.
Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was beginning to realize the fact that she found the thought of someone catching her having sex or getting off made her hot.
If Mark found out he'd take advantage of it. We'd be having sex in the middle of the mall if he knew!
Soon she was slowly, gently massaging her 38D rack and lightly petting her pussy. I went back into the water and swam back to the end closest to her. She had already gotten more aggressive with her groping. I could see the top of Mr. Wilson's head. He was enjoying the show, I'm sure. I swam back to the far end of the pool and rested my arms on the edge. Mom was already beginning to squirm on the chair. I could see two fingers pumping in and out of her slit. Her other hand was pinching and twisting her erect, gum-drop sized nipples when it wasn't squeezing her melons. I could hear her light moans.
A few minutes later she was about to bring herself to a crescendo. One hand was thumping on her excited clit while the other roughly mauled her fantastic tits. I wondered if Mr. Wilson was jerking off.
"Oh God! Yes, right there," she moaned. "Mmmmmm, yes, that feels good, right there! Oh God! Oh God! Oh gaaaaaaaa!"
Her hips bucked of the chair and her back arched. I'm quite sure she wasn't aware of just how loudly she was moaning and groaning.
She slowly massaged her cunt even after her body slumped back into the chair. I could still see the top Mr. Wilson's head. He hadn't moved. I swam back to Mom's end of the pool and climbed out. As I walked towards her I let my trunks fall to the ground and kicked them to the side.
Mom was still basking in the afterglow of her own self pleasure. She didn't realize I was standing next to her naked until I spoke.
"Fuck, Mom! That was quite a performance!"
The words startled her. Her eyes grew wide. "Mark! You're...you're...no! We we can't!" She lowered her voice. "You said he's watching!"
I laughed. "Oh, he's watching alright. Probably jerking off. Ha!" I waved my thick wand at her. "C'mon, you know you want to."
She gave me a look trying to look like she disapproved but was failing. She sat up and spun around to face me. I made sure I was standing at an angle where Mr. Wilson could get a good view of her smoking my pole. She gently wrapped her hand around the thick shaft. Her long fingers were warm and still slick with her juices. She slowly began to stroke it, subconsciously licking her lips. She moved her face closer. I lightly groaned at the first swat of her tongue to my tip.
She pointed my pole skyward and ran her tongue along the underside from balls to tip twice. When she reached the end she rolled her tongue around the swollen head, teasing me with her lips. Her hot breath rushed across it. She looked up at me with those bedroom eyes. I watched her lips curl into a sexy grin. After she felt like she had teased both of us long enough, she opened her mouth and took me in. She kept her eyes on me. She loves watching my face contort the first time my purple head slips past her lips.
Soon my tool was sliding in and out of her throat. She had become quite the expert at giving head and actually enjoyed it. Unlike fucking, where I was in complete control, she felt like she was in control when she was sucking cock. I glanced over to see if Mr. Wilson was still watching while she cupped my balls. Of course he was.
"Hey! Mr. Wilson! How about a blowjob?" I hollered across the fence.
The words and the loudness of them made both Mom and Mr. Wilson jump.
Mom pulled back and removed me from her face. She peered over to see if she could see Mr. Wilson, then she looked up at me. "Mark! What're you doing?!"
I looked down at her. "Tell me you don't want to suck his dick." Silence. "I thought so. Nobody told you to stop," I said and pulled her back into my groin.
Mr. Wilson's panicked face popped over the face. "For the love of God, son, keep your voice down!" His eyes fixated on my mother's face being impaled.
"Ha!" I laughed. I nodded my head. "Come on over. She'll suck your dick just like she did the other day."
"That...that...that was a mistake. I gave in to the Devil's temptation."
"And you loved every minute of it! The Devil blew a helluva load all over these sweet tits!" Mom squealed when I grabbed a handful of her fleshy mounds. "Tell me you don't have a hard on right now," I said with a grin. His teeth clenched. "That's what I thought. Come on over here. You know you want to. She wants to suck your dick, don't you, Mom?" She nodded her head while it bobbed on my pole.
"Shit!" Mr. Wilson looked skyward. "God forgive me."
A few moments later he walked through our gate. I could see the tiny bulge in his pants. He timidly walked up beside me, then looked down at Mom.
Mom removed me from her mouth. She looked into Mr. Wilson's nervous eyes and gave him a wicked smile. "Mmmmmm, I was hoping you'd come over," she purred while she unzipped his pants.
"I...I...the Devil resides in this house. God forgive me, I can't resist it! Ugh!" He moaned at the touch of her warm fingers when she reached into his pants. She pulled out his rigid 5" penis and gently stroked it.
"Mmmmm, look at you, Dan, all rock hard already. You've been thinking naughty thoughts about me, haven't you?" she said.
