I wasn't sure what the sound was at first that brought me out of sleep, I lay on my side staring at the dark bedroom waiting. There it was again; like a soft thump. I glanced at the glowing numbers on the digital clock on my nightstand; good God it was almost 2am.
I pulled back the covers gently, slipping out of bed. Not only did I not want to alert whoever or whatever made the noises, but I didn't want to wake my husband Carl.
Why would a grown woman investigate strange sounds in her house, and not send her husband? That was easy, you don't sent Clark Kent to the rescue. Well, he isn't quite Clark Kent...ok he is. Carl is a good man; a solid provider, a good father, and a loving husband of almost twenty years. Neanderthal man he isn't. I would shit myself if there was an aggressive bone in the man's body.
You could just think of a five foot two man, one hundred and fifty pounds, standing in his pajama pants telling you to stop or he'll what...scream like a little girl?
I passed my robe on the chair and slipped through the half open door of the bedroom, out into the hallway. I paused in the dark and waited again. There it was, that soft thump again, and it was coming from downstairs.
I slipped down the steps, making sure to pass the fourth one, knowing that thing creaked like a church floorboard. Once downstairs I glanced around and caught the flicker of light coming from the living room.
Was it a flashlight? Did we have a burglar? I slid the umbrella off the coat tree and slowly advanced on the archway leading from the main hall into the living room. Fearing the worst, I peeked just around the archway opening.
I damn near dropped the umbrella on the floor. The flickering wasn't a flashlight, but our big sixty-two inch high definition, wall mounted television. I caught the brief flash of people moving across the screen, some kind of movie, but my attention immediately focused on the sandy haired head poking above the couch.
God dammit it Darrin, I thought. Nineteen years old and brain dead; he was up watching television in the middle of the damned night. I took one step into the living room and froze; I watched Darrin reach out and lift a small bottle from the end table, and then what looked like squirt something into his lap. With a small thud he dropped the bottle back onto the glass top. Ok, that explained the sound.
Now to give the boy hell for scaring the shit out of me, I thought. I took one more step, and froze again; as this time my eyes locked on the television screen. I stared wide eyed as a massive cock slid between two fat pussy lips right before my eyes.
I admit, the cock was fucking huge; but I was stunned to watch as a young man not much older than Darrin himself, shove his dick into a platinum blonde with huge fake tits; who had to be at least my age if not older.
I could only stare as the young man began to pile drive into the older woman; and you could clearly tell by the look on her face that she was enjoying every stroke.
There was no sound coming from the television, which puzzled me. That was until Darrin turned and reached for the small bottle again. This time I saw the small headphones he was wearing covering his ears.
It was evident he was happily listening to this older whore taking a pounding, which meant he never heard the sound of the bottle on the glass table.
I watched as he squirted a second time. What the hell was he doing? Ok, I was half asleep, and my brain wasn't totally working. I took two more steps and looked over the back of the couch; was that ever a mistake.
I got the second shock of the night as my eyes fastened on what had to be at least eight or nine inches of fat cock. It glistened with baby oil, and Darrin's fist was pumping up and down it.
My nineteen year old son was masturbating to porn, on my living room wide screen television; and this forty year old mother did the unthinkable. I froze and watched that fist glide up and down that cock with a wet slurp.
When I saw his cock twitch in his grip, I felt the most astonishing thing; the gusset of my night gown was suddenly soaked as fluids leaked out of me. Jesus, I couldn't be getting turned on?
I glanced up at the television, and felt a new rush of fluids as I realized the couple on the screen had changed positions. The young man was now kneeling behind the older woman, and had mounted her like some animal. His hips were slapping away at her shaking ass; and I could faintly hear her screams as the sound leaked out of Darrin's headphones.
Carl is a wonderful man, I would never say otherwise. Like I said he didn't have an aggressive bone in his body, and that extended to the bedroom. Let's be realistic; women love the romantic passionate sex; but there are times, just some times, that every woman wants to know what it would be like to just be taken and fucked senseless.
I stared at the screen watching raptly as this young stallion just jack hammered into the poor woman's pussy, and then I heard Darrin grunt. The sound brought my eyes back down, and I was frozen to the spot, watching; as the thickest, longest rope of cum erupted from the tip of his cock.
It shot straight up and then splashed across his chest and belly, while his body heaved on the couch.
"Fuck" I whispered softly.
I felt a wrench in my own gut as I watched my son orgasm before my eyes. Horrified at my own reaction, I stumbled back from the couch and beat a hasty retreat to my bedroom.
Sliding under the covers next to Carl, I listened to his soft breathing as I continued to hear my son grunting thru his climax. I couldn't help it, I swear to God; images of that monster spewing its load filled my mind as my fingers filled my aching pussy. It wasn't more than two minutes and my body was wracked by a violent orgasm.
Guilt and shame ate at my mind the entire next day. Going to bed that night, I lay awake, unable to fall asleep. I tortured myself with what a bad mother I was, what a horrible wife I had become; until I heard the soft thump again.
I felt like a moth flying straight to the flame. I knew it was wrong, I knew it was forbidden. I knew that no good mother watched her son jerking off. I also knew every time I stood behind that couch and watched Darrin unload; it sent a fresh wash of juices down my thighs.
By the fourth night, I tried to get Carl to help relieve that ache between my thighs. Twenty minutes of gentle loving in the dark, hearing my husbands' soft sigh as he came; did nothing. If anything, it made the burning only greater.
It was the fifth night, a Monday; that Darrin upped the stakes. I don't know how he knew, but I must have made sounds or something. It was really beside the point; he just knew I was there.
Standing behind the couch, my hand down my soaked panties; I shook with fear when he spoke.
"You can sit down mom" Darrin said softly.
I almost ran from the living room in fear...almost. Like the transfixed moth, I drifted around the corner of the couch, and slowly eased down at the farthest point from him.
I didn't know what I wanted to look at more; my own son's hand gliding up and down his oil slick cock; or the older woman on the screen getting pounded into the wall by a stud half her age.
Darrin never took his eyes off the screen, which settled my nerves just a bit. I noticed one of the headphone covers was on an ear, while the other was down on his cheek. That must have been how he heard me, I realized.
I could feel the ache between my thighs as I watched Darrin stroke himself. God how badly I wanted to reach down between my legs and ram my fingers up my hungry pussy as I watched him.
I trembled as Darrin grunted softly. Then I felt a huge gush of fluids as he came.
"Mom" I heard him softly moan.
I quickly rose from the couch and beat a hasty retreat. Burrowing into my covers, trying to burn that single word out of my mind; my son had orgasmed, thinking of me.
Yes, I did it again. Lying there beside my unsuspecting husband, I frigged my soaking wet pussy until I pulsed with pleasure, softly moaning my sons name as tremors wracked my body.
I was horrified; I had become a base creature; I had masturbated to thoughts of my son; right beside my husband. True I hadn't had sex, but in my mind I had been as unfaithful as any woman could be.
The next two nights I closed the bedroom door, and hugged my pillow when the sounds of Darrin in the living room drifted up in the night. It was three nights later, Friday night, that Darrin once again upped the stakes.
We had just finished watching a movie together; Carl mentioned heading to bed, and Darrin rose from the easy chair.
"I'm heading to bed too" Darrin said to us.
