This is an erotic story. Pure fantasy fiction. All characters represented in this story are over the legal age of 18. Any feedback is greatly appreciated. Please enjoy!
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Beth Turner stood there at the doorway, her body ice.
Frozen and stunned. She breathed silently, a nervous hushed breath, a hard swallow. A chill ran up her spine, and bit at the nape of her neck. Blink, just blink. 'What is this?' she asked herself.
Her eye lids couldn't - wouldn't, close. Why? It was surreal. Was it even real? Her mind raced, and the thoughts poured in. 'It is real, it is.' She thought to herself. 'Very real.'
Her mouth dropped open, and her hand quickly covered it in an attempt to stop her from saying anything. Her body moved faster than her mind or maybe the opposite. She hadn't even slipped off her shoes. She walked right into the house and hadn't even slipped them off, and that was not like her.
Beth was a neat freak, and there were no shoes in the house. Period. But now, here she was, off of work early, standing with her shoes on, in her full work attire, frozen at what she saw.
BLINK. Blink, blink, blink. Her hand dropped from her mouth and her breathing sped up, then, 'this is real.'
Beth Turner stood there, at her son's bedroom door, and peered in.
The door was cracked, just a tad, but it was enough to see the bare skin, a butt, she figured out, but not at first. At first it was just bare skin. She heard a soft moan that completely stopped her in her tracks. If it wasn't for the moan, she'd been in that room, and the cat would have sprung out of the bag.
"Mmmmmm," a moan escaped the room before her.
She looked in, definitely a bare ass. At first she thought, 'my goodness he's masturbating, 18 years, and you finally catch him masturbating.' But, no, there was another moan, a second moan, from someone else. Beth bent sideways at the waste, and got a better view. The butt, was toned and tan, and spread. He was on his knees? Hands and knees, eating her out? Beth wasn't sure. It didn't look like anyone was in front of him, her son.
Beth realized she was now holding her breath, and ready to faint. She breathed hard. 'Turn and go to your room,' she thought. But, her body didn't move. Her shoes were glued to her viewing spot. But, why? She focused. Was that the butt, the tight ass, of her son?
The tight ass was glistening. It was wet-not the cheeks, but the asshole. Cheeks spread open exposing his asshole. Then, suddenly and very unexpectedly, Beth felt a subtle tingle between her thighs.
'No no no' Beth thought, as she quickly looked away. 'No!' She turned as fast as she could and started down the hall, then she stopped again, frozen.
She heard another voice.
"I want to taste that again," A muffled voice from the room.
She slowly walked back, creeping like a child trying not to wake their parents. Back at the door She looks in, and sees the tight ass. The man, her son swings around, "I want to taste that off your tongue, first."
Then, he gets up off his knees, and kisses the stranger. At first Beth thinks that she is seeing double. Her son's body in a mirror? No. Her mouth is dry.
"Mmmmm I taste good." Her son says.
Then the other male, yes, the other MALE, grabs her son's ass, and squeezes hard, and says "you taste better from the source."
Beth is lost, her mind is in space, literally black. She watches in awe as her son, her straight son Ian or so she thought, tastes his ass off of another mans tongue. Their dicks, almost identical, touching as they kiss. Beth doesn't know what to do, should she stop them, Say something? She tries to push the thoughts out, but they come back. She tells herself again, and again, 'LEAVE!' But the fucking shoes, they are weights holding her here making her watch, she argues with herself. Her mind floods with thoughts of impurities.
She reaches under her skirt, her subconscious guiding her, touching her. 'Suck him,' she thinks to herself, almost simultaneously cursing herself for thinking it. Her pussy, yes her pussy is on fire. She watches as the two of them kiss. Her son kissing another man. Their masculine bodies hard and young, their man-meat rubbing back and forth on each other.
"I want to taste my ass on your tongue every time you eat it." Ian moans into the strangers mouth.
"Mmmm and what about every time I fuck that cute little ass of yours?" The stranger asks.
The stranger grabs Ian's ass even hard, and Beth moans deep into her knuckles that she is now biting to the bone.
"You want to taste your ass off of my dick every time, baby?" The stranger asks.
The stranger quickly turns Ian around, and wraps a hand around his throat. With his free hand, he holds his hard dick, and starts to slowly rub it along the crack of Ian's ass.
Ian lets out a moan, "Mmm yes every fucking time."
Beth is in a haze, her hand keeping up with the strangers hand as he rubs the head of his dick along the opening of her son's ass. Her hand moving faster along her clit. 'Fuck him,' She cringes at her thoughts, but can't stop.
She watches intently, masturbating while they play. 'How fucking disgusting am I?' She thinks to herself, 'I'm nasty, I'm fucking nasty how can I be doing this.'
She's not the same person, something has taken over her mind, her body. Something has taken control of the sweet church going mother of two.
"Fuck you feel so tight." The stranger says as he rubs the head even faster against Ian's tight ass.
"Hurt me." Ian says, recklessly pushing back towards the head.
Beth wants to scream, but keeps hush as she touches herself, struggling with the darkness. She mouths... 'Put it in.'
Ding Dong...
The doorbell rings loud.
Fuck! Beth moves like lightning down the hall. As she moves towards the door she fixes her soaking wet panties. Her mind clear, and vulnerable... 'What the heck was I thinking' she asks again and again as she makes her way to the door.
Ian pulls away just as fast, "Who the fuck is here." Then the realization "shit hopefully no one is home, it sounded like someone was home." He grabs his sweats and slides them on along with a t-shirt. The stranger does the same.
"Come on, if anyone asks, we were working on some meal plans." Ian says as he heads out the door.
Beth opens the door to find a young kid trying to sell security cameras. Beth politely tells him that she wasn't interested, and shuts the door.
"Hey mom, who was that?" Ian asks, nonchalantly.
Beth jumps at the voice of her son and turns in a flustered mess.
"Oh it was nothing, sweetie." She answered as best she could.
Beth catches herself looking Ian up and down and then her eyes dart to the stranger standing beside her son. Beth is almost shocked that they are dressed.