All characters engaged in sexual activities are 18 or older.
There is not even a shard of truth in this story.
It began like every afternoon with classes finished at the Community College I attended. As usual, I raided the refrigerator and cupboards looking for something to munch on and drink. I passed by Dad's beer not because I was too young but because was nineteen, and because I had over a hundred pages of dry reading that lay ahead of me in the evening.
I passed by Mom's and Dad's bedroom on the way back to my room. My ears picked up a lot of,
"Aha's, and Ooo's," and "Mmm's" which piqued my curiosity. What was my saintly mother up to? Cheating on Dad with another man? Nah, not her she's too much of a Puritan for that, yet I recognized Mother's voice behind the partially closed door. Was Mother pleasing herself? But the combination of my straight as an arrow Mother and a dildo didn't equate either. But as I was about to turn away.
When I heard, "Edna, lick my cunt you slut," which was Mom and Edna was the lady next-door neighbor's name. But upon hearing the response,
"Elizabeth, if I am a slut what are you? A whore?"
Elizabeth was my Mother's name! What the heck were those two old girls up to? If it was hanky-panky, I was going to let her know that she was a hypocrite. Last Saturday night I caught hell because I didn't get all of Dannie's lipstick off my neck and because there was a cum stain on my pants. I was tired of hearing,
"Do as say, not do as I do."
"Shut it, Edna, keep licking I am just about there."
I push the door open a bit more and see women's clothes scattered here, there, and everywhere. To top it all, Mrs. Collins from next door had her head in my Mother's crouch and Mother's was off in another universe with pleasure. My tool was as hard as iron as well.
Mom turned her head toward the door and caught me spying,
"Robert!"
I tried to make a run for it but she screamed,
"COME BACK HERE ROBERT ALLEN THOMES, NOW!"
I went into the room feeling guilty because I was caught not because I was spying on their lesbian love scene.
"What did you see, Rober Allen."
Anytime she used my middle name, I knew that she was dead serious about what she was going to say,
"Again, Robert, what did you see?"
I decided not to lie so I told her what I saw and heard. Both women looked horrified as they looked my way. Then they began to sob which developed into outright crying. They held each other for comfort. Through her tears, my Mother asked,
"You are not going to tell your father, are you?"
I've heard rumors of guys blackmailing their Mothers for sex holding an incident such as this over their heads, but that wasn't me, so I answered,
"No, I will not, nor will I blackmail Mrs. Collins either., but, Mother, I am sick to death of this double standard you have. Bill, Alice, and Cindy have to toe the line sexually while you've been engaging in lesbian affairs with our neighbor. Damn it, Ma, you gave me the first degree for making out with my date Saturday night and we both stayed clothed not getting bare ass naked like you are."
Mom patted the bed where she was sitting between her and Mrs. Collins. I was hesitant to sit because of the erect penis tenting my pants. So she patted again. I took the cue and sat down between the women hard-on and all.
"Robert, I apologize for my behavior on Saturday night. I just don't want my children to make the same mistake I made when becoming sexually active I became pregnant with you at eighteen and gave birth before my nineteenth birthday. I was too young and too immature which caused me a lot of pain. I only want to spare my babies that pain. Forgive me, son."
She got me choking up. After hearing that story my anger evaporated. I leaned over and kissed her then said,
"I love you, Mom."
Mrs. Collins spoke up before my Mother could answer,
"Bessy, you are not going to leave him like that, are you."