I closed my eyes, running through the images of my slut mother fucking those two man. It was all I could think of. The sounds of her moans, her screams, her begging for their cum. I fell asleep with the images running through my mind. I dreamt that I was fucking my mother that night. The dream felt so real. I awoke the next morning to the sound of the door shutting and my mother walking in.
I waited in my bed, thinking about how I would tell her I know of her secret. My cock still hard from the dream I was having. The images of my beautiful mother being fucked ran through my head. Her sucking the big black cock as the white man fucked her. The black man cumming in her pussy. The white man cumming all over her face. The sounds of her screams and moans echoed in my ear. The words that the men said, the names they called her, and how much she loved it. I turned me on to the point that I wanted to masturbate once again. But I knew I had a job to do. I knew that I needed the real thing now.
"Mom you're home?" I called out to her. I could hear her walking down the hall. Her heels hitting against the floor. She peered around the corner and smiled at me innocently, as if I had no idea of the slut she was, and how she probably just got fucked by a man, or men last night after the club.
"Yeah its just me, do you feel like having breakfast?" she asked me. Her voice was more cheerful than normal. Her smile was bright. Her hair somewhat tossed and messy.
"Yeah that sounds good to me." I say standing up and stretching. The head of my cock pokes out of my boxers but my mother turned away before she was able to see it. A shame, because I would have loved to see her reaction. I grabbed my laptop and then followed behind her. I watched as her juicy ass bounced slightly as she walked. Her tight little skirt she wore the night before hugging the curves of her body. She goes into the kitchen and I take a seat at the kitchen table. She turns to face me. Her big D cup tits popping out of her top. I bite my lip slightly picturing them wrapped around the mans cock.
"What would you like for breakfast?" My moms asks. A grin on her face. I shrug turning on my laptop. I think of what I am going to say, and run the scenario through my head. I feel a rush of anxiety crash over me, but I shake off the worried thoughts.
"It doesn't matter, whatever you are making." I say to her. She takes a moment to think and then turns back around. She reaches up and grabs the pancake mix from the top shelf. The bottom of her ass poking out of her skirt. After grabbing it she begins dancing and humming as she cooks. I chuckle a little bit watching her. Her body moving so seductively, I imagine the same way that she does when she is out dancing at the club. Grinding on men, letting them grope and feel her up.
"You're in an awfully good mood this morning mom." I tease her. "Have fun last night?" I ask raising an eyebrow. I go onto the internet and press the bookmarked video of her.
"I had a wonderful time last night. I stayed at Kristen's. I didn't feel like driving home late at night." She says to me still dancing and cooking our breakfast.
I chuckle again and smirk watching her "Oh sure you did mom." I tease her. She turns around at this, her face blushing slightly.
"What do you mean Nick? Where else would I have slept?" She questioned me.
"Oh come on mom. Im not stupid. I know what you do. You probably slept over the house of the man that you fucked last nice. I know mom. I know you're secret." I say to her. She looks at ne shocked.
"How...How?" She asks somewhat nervously.
"Ive seen the text messages from the men when you get home the next morning mom. I explain to her. "'Nice night last night Mia.' Or 'That was amazing Mia.' Or a personal favorite of mine. 'Fuck Mia you were such a good fuck. I want that milf pussy again.'" I say reciting some of the old texts that I have memorized.
She takes a deep breathe "Nick please don't think there's something wrong with me. I don't want you to hate me." My mother says composing herself.
I laugh a little "No mom! I love it. I think its kinda hot that my mom is a hot, sexy, milf." I say to her with a smile. I begin to grow nervous, waiting for her reaction. I knew talking to my mother in this way was a risk.