Alex to the Rescue - The Morning After
I woke up with a jolt, recalling last night. How I found mom trapped in her self-bondage torment, seducing her, beating her, and finalizing it all by bedding her. She, my mom, was still asleep beside me, naked. My head resting on her shoulder, mouth inches away from her breast. My left arm is across her belly. My leg's intertwined with hers. My cock pressed against her hip. So soft and curvy, breathing lightly.
Even more jolting was the fact that there was an arm in a brace on my side and a hard cock pressing on my butt cheeks. M eyes wide, I could hear dad breathing lightly.
"Is she awake yet?" whispered dad into my ear but I jumped, the silence was broken as if by thunder, now with my heart hammering in my chest.
"Uh...no, I do not think so, dad," I whispered back, afraid to move.
"Bite her nipple, bite it hard. She'll like that," Dad whispered.
"You will do no such thing, boys. You know better than doing that Stan." Mom barked back, in a playful snarky voice. She also moved my hand from her belly to her breast so I began to twirl her nipple with my fingertips.
"So, yes I see, you've been bonding. Let's get up and talk about this over pancakes." Dad said and he rolled over to his side of the bed, getting up.
"I took a shower when I got home. I'll start breakfast," he said as he was putting on some PJ bottoms and a tee shirt.
"And no, separate showers," he said as he saw us headed for the master bathroom. "And Alex, pick up your clothing on the way to your room."
I took a fast but full shower, brushing my teeth and shaving. Not having much clothing at home anymore, I was limited to dressing options. I had an old tank top and a diving swimsuit, not leaving much to the imagination. So set my clothing from last night and some other dirty odds and ends up for a wash.
Coffee, bacon, eggs, and pancakes were all turned out on the dining table. Dad's Sunday breakfasts were always well-received and splendid. Little touches like cinnamon in the pancakes. A tablespoon of chocolate in the coffee. A sensory delight.
Mom walked in. I stopped mid-bite, breakfast forgotten, dad forgotten, the fact she is mom, forgotten. I just wanted to take her, her now.
She had on the most gorgeous emerald green nightgown. It fit her every curve. Thin spaghetti straps came off her shoulder, two large green lace cups gently holding her ample breasts, doing nothing to hide but everything to accent her luscious nipples poking out behind the fabric.
The rest of the nightgown was rich, shimmering satin with a plunge nearly to her belly button. It did not hide her slight belly, more it caused it to be highlighted, adding drama to her body, and flaunting her curves.
The material just flowed out to her hips, like a waterfall of satin washing over her, scintillating in the morning sunlight. At the very top of her legs, at the joint, were two triangles of lace, taller than they were wide. Below the lace were twin slits in the lingerie allowing her legs to step out of the gown, only to be hidden again by the other leg walking forward. The very bottom nearly swept the floor as she passed.
"It is like you have never seen a girl before, Alex," mom said as she was still toweling off one side of her hair.
Without thinking, I had mom wrapped up in my right arm around her neck, my left arm around her waist, bending her over slightly as I gave her an impassioned kiss. Her towel, forgotten, fell to the floor as she put both hands on the back of my head, drawing me in, lips, and tongue eager to join with me.
Completely forgotten, Dad clears his throat and tells us to sit down, we have things to discuss. Like scolded school kids, we sat at the table. I was blushing and trying to find other things to look at other than mom and failing.
My parents talked about last night, mostly dad asking mom what happened and how she felt about it. Me trying to eat and not stare at mom's breasts while still listening. A couple of times I was asked to chime in. Talk of if it was right or wrong. How far we wanted to go. Dad did not like it but was not trying to talk us out of it. Saying he had his indiscretions that he got away with and not being able to cast stones. Mom and dad have talked about their lovers, well-versed in a swinging lifestyle. I learned so much about them over breakfast but light on details, swingers, BDSM, group sex, fetishes, bi, etc. It was a lot to take in.
We moved into the living room, dad wanted to talk specifics with me. I sat on the recliner, he on the couch, and mom was standing in the middle.
"Mmmmm, I like this part," Mom said while standing. Her hips swayed back and forth while her hands went up and down her body, tracing the seams, palming the fabric, and moving her nightgown around her body. All while her eyes closed, her mouth opened as if in a moan. It was like she was listening to a song in her head and she was moving to the music.
"Yes, you do dear, yes you do," replied Dad with a chuckle.
"Now son, and this is the first time with my actual son in that chair, clearly you have had sex before."
"Uh-huh." staring at mom like some slack-jawed yokel, scared yet aroused.
"You want to fuck her now, right now, right?" Mom got down on her knees and rested her head on Dad's lap. Her hips still moving, swaying before me.
"Uh-huh, I do want to ... I want to fuck her," through a dry mouth.
"You're hard now, right? Go ahead, fuck her," he said and mom giggled. Mom pulled up the back of the nightgown, exposing her ass, neatly trimmed bush, and butt to me.
With no thought about anything except plunging my cock in her. No thoughts of my Dad being right there, no thought of this being my Mom. Lust was in charge. My shorts came off, I spit on my hand to lube my cock, got right up behind Mom, and drove my cock in.
She was wet, very wet, and ready for me. After minor adjustments for height and angle after the first thrust, I plunged my cock into her pussy sliding deep into her in the next thrust.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Mom moaned from between Dad's legs as I thrust my cock in and out of Mom.
I just grabbed her hips and drove for all it's worth. Lasting long was not on the cards. I heard cute mewings from Mom when I exploded into her. That was great, two climaxes in less than 12 hours. I pulled out and sat back on the floor leaning against the chair, panting.
"She feels good doesn't she?" Dad said.
"Oh yes, Mom is great."
"And dear, how was he?"
"mMmmm, he was great until he came. I need more." Mom whined in a small voice at the end.
"You see son, your Mom is a woman of needs. You just thought of yourself, not your partner. Your Mom is a slut. Not a derogatory word used in school to shame girls. An insatiable, deviant, slut, who is very wanton but most of all, needs to be pleased. A desire to be used over and over."
"But you said to fuck her. So I fucked her." I retorted a bit confused.
"There is fucking for your sake and fucking for your partner's sake, and then there is fucking for both of you. If you want to keep a woman, fucking is not a race to see who cums in first. Women your age might think that is all they can get from boys but those do not know any better.
"What kind of foreplay do you like?" he asks.
"Um,... I mostly kiss and fondle their breast and kiss the boobs once the shirt comes off. Not for long until we get to fucking. M, err, my girl, likes it."
"M, as in MJ? Your fucking MJ?" Mom says and she turns her head to look at me, all the while her ass is still gently swaying,
"Um, yeah," I say blushing and feeling embarrassed.
"She is hot, sweetie. Sexy girl next door face. That tall lanky figure. Kinda tomboyish."
"Um, yeah," Not knowing what to say with my mostly naked mom talking about my girlfriend.
"Kiss me as you kiss her," Mom said and she turned around and sat beside me, facing the other way.
Mom wrapped her arms around me. Her lips greeted me with the most loving, warm smile and parting lips. We wrapped our arms around one another, drawing each other in on the other. I could feel the silkiness on my body from the nightgown but once her lace breasts pressed into my chest, I had a hard time focusing.
