Mom's a Cheat... Now What?

Mom's a Cheat... Now This

It was nearly a week since I hid in my parents' closet and watched my mom and her lover fucking. In the cold light of day, a million different scenarios ran through my head. It was unlikely that I was just going to confront Mom about her infidelity and admit that I was hiding in the closet. I didn't see any benefit to telling Dad what I saw and ruining their relationship. I could try to track Jeremy down but then what? Make threats that would get back to Mom anyway? I couldn't get the visions of my mom sucking and fucking out of my head. I wanted her even more than ever. The passive object of my fantasies had shown me exactly how sexual she was, even if she had no idea about it. I couldn't just be satisfied with masturbating to what I saw. Neither did the risk/reward seem favorable for trying to catch her in the act again. I needed to be proactive. I needed to take control of the situation. I needed to stop asking questions and start acting. I needed Mom. I needed a plan.

"Please, please, please!" That was part of one of the early scenarios that ran through my head about simply begging Mom to sleep with me for my silence. This was the real world, though. Not a porn movie. Blackmail was hardly the long-term answer. No, in this case, I was pleading for her laptop password to be unchanged. My prayers were answered. I was logged in to Mom's accounts again. Mom was at the gym so I was confident that she wouldn't be online for the next hour or so at least. I moved to her Messenger and saw that her last interaction with Jeremy was two days earlier. I clicked on the message and scrolled back through. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a mention of my name. Mom said that I had been acting a little weird the last few days. She was worried that I knew something was going on. Jeremy told her not to worry, they had been very careful. No phone calls, no texts, only secret rendezvous (except for last weekend). Mom wasn't convinced. Jeremy started to get irritated. I continued reading with my heart beating faster. Mom suggested that they cool things off a little. Jeremy did not like that idea. The next message was a couple of hours later. Jeremy apologized and suggested that Mom spend time with her family this weekend, reasoning that maybe I was feeling left out with how much "overtime" she had been doing. The final message was from Mom saying, "Good idea, Overtime!" with a wink emoji. That one made me a little queasy. RIP Chandler Bing. Your spirit lives on.

Mom arrived home from the gym a couple of hours later. She was wearing her workout clothes. She was sweaty and flushed and all I could think of was how she looked when she was making love in her marital bed last week.

"So, what do you think?" She asked.

"Huh?" I replied.

"Are you OK, honey? You've been really zoned out lately..."

"I'm...fine. What was the question?"

I needed to regain my composure. Telling myself to act naturally wasn't a great idea. It's never that easy, is it?

"I don't have overtime this weekend, I was thinking that we could catch a movie or something tomorrow," Mom suggested.

My hopes were raised. Alone time with Mom was exactly what I needed, though I still didn't have a good plan about what to do at that time.

"Sure, sounds great!" I replied like a nerd.

"Awesome. I hope your dad is free. He should be landing around now. It will just be like old times," she smiled.

My mood deflated a little. I felt guilty. Dad hadn't done anything wrong, apart from not satisfying Mom well enough. I should have been happy to spend quality time with my family. I grabbed a soda and went to watch TV.

"You're kidding!" It was about an hour later, nearly 9 PM when I heard Mom shout. I turned the volume on the TV down, but her voice was quieter now. She had a somber tone. I couldn't make out any of the words. I heard her say her goodbyes followed by a rather stilted "Love you, too." Mom came to the living room and sat next to me on the sofa.

"Guess what?" she asked.

"What?"

"Your father didn't land an hour ago because he didn't take a flight. He needs to work again tomorrow to meet some 'important clients'".

I could tell from her intonation that Mom wasn't buying it. "He says he can't be home until Saturday. There goes our family movie night."

"There goes HIS family movie night," I shot back.

"What do you mean? Mom asked.

"We don't have to waste our Friday night just because Dad won't be here" I argued.

I was starting to see why Mom found somebody else. This wasn't unusual. Either Dad loved playing golf much more than he loved being with Mom, or there was something else he loved more than being with Mom. I guess golf, important clients, and overtime are all the same. Now that there was a chance of being alone with Mom, I was determined that she would commit to the idea. I didn't want her to make alternative arrangements, especially of the overtime variety.

"Are you sure, honey?" Mom asked with a little pout. "I'm sure you could find better ways to spend your Friday night..."

"Nope. A plan's a plan. We're going to the movies. I'll even take you for dinner first if you like," I smiled.

"Wow! Dinner and a movie. Lucky me!" Mom laughed. "It's been a long time since I had a real date like that!"

"Then it's settled!" I replied, ignoring the obvious lie.

"OK! I'm going to grab a shower and get an early night," Mom answered.

She had a pep in her step as she walked up the stairs. I imagined sneaking into her room again and watching her as she emerged from the shower and got ready for bed. Would she be lonely in that big bed? Would she find comfort in one of the toys I knew she kept in her underwear drawer? Would she think about Jeremy? Would she think about me? There I go with the questions again. I went to my room, replayed last weekend's scenes in my head, and decided that I was going to try to make fantasy a reality the following night.

Friday flew by with me barely noticing. Mom messaged me at lunchtime asking for the plan for the evening and suggesting dinner at 6 and a movie at 7.30 or 8. I lied about having a university project to submit first and pleaded with her to make it a little later. In reality, I wanted us to have as much privacy as possible. I told Mom that there was a restaurant I wanted to take her to that couldn't give us a reservation that early either. I heard Mom talking about a nice Italian restaurant she wanted to try the last time that she tried to make plans with Dad. Mom agreed and I decided to go to the gym to pass some time. After my workout, with my adrenaline up, I sent Mom a text saying "Oh, make sure to wear something nice" with a winking emoji. My heart was beating fast, and I needed to remind myself how crazy this all was. The most likely outcome was nothing happening with a pretty decent chance of causing irreparable damage to our relationship. Nothing to worry about then.

I got home at about 7 o'clock. As I went upstairs, I heard Mom's hair dryer going and the bathroom was pretty fogged up. I quickly put my gym clothes in the washing machine and jumped into the shower myself. I thought about Mom being here just minutes ago naked and touching her body. I started to get hard and couldn't help but stroke my dick. I imagined Mom joining me, grabbing my cock, and telling me that she would rather stay home with me. After only a couple of minutes, I stroked as fast as I could and started to cum. Thoughts raced through my head, the most prominent being the fatalistic idea of actually succeeding in seducing my mom and then disappointing her by cumming immediately. I pushed those thoughts out of my head and went to get dressed. I put on a nice shirt, the one and only suit I own (which Mom had rather patronizingly told me made me look "All grown up" when I first wore it a couple of years ago), and sprayed my favorite Jean-Paul Gaultier fragrance a couple of times. I went downstairs and sat on the sofa. Ten long minutes passed before I heard Mom slowly descending. She stepped through the door and the idea from the shower of actually getting to the point of fucking my mom before cumming felt like an overly optimistic pipe dream. Mom was wearing a short black skirt with a slit up the side which I swear reached her hip, a dark, wool, V-neck blouse that showed a tantalizing amount of cleavage, black pantyhose, and black heels. Mom had spared no time and effort on her make-up and hair with glossy, red lips and a neat bun at the back of her head.

"Nice enough?" she said with a little twirl.

"Uhm.... Ya! You look.... Nice..." I said, cursing myself for my lack of creativity.

Mom tilted her head to give me a strange look, quickly shrugged, and asked "Ready to go, then?"

"Yep, let's go" I replied carefully positioning my jacket in front of me before standing up.

I wandered around the house looking busy and feigning searching for my house keys as I watched the Uber approach on the APP. I didn't want either of us to drive but was worried that Mom would laugh it off if I suggested taking a ride. Better to simply do it without telling her. Finally, the car arrived, and Mom gave me a quizzical look as I strode out the door and down the path. Thankfully, she didn't say anything and simply followed me to the car.

Rosetti's was one of the classier restaurants in town. I had made a reservation earlier in the day and Mom looked suitably impressed as our car pulled to a stop outside ten minutes later. I told her to wait as I rushed around and opened her car door. Mom smiled and gave me a "Thank you, sir!" as she alighted. I held the restaurant door for her and then quickly passed to give the maître d' the booking details. A rather bored-looking, middle-aged man furrowed his brows looking between Mom and I before simply shrugging and leading us to a quiet table at the back. The restaurant was about two-thirds full, with most diners tucking into their main courses or desserts. I pulled out Mom's chair and she sat with a smile as a waiter came and rattled off the specials.

"Busy night tonight?" Mom asked as she scanned the menu.

"Not especially, ma'am" the waiter replied.

Mom looked a little surprised, glanced briefly at me, and went back to her menu as I averted my gaze. We each ordered one of the signature pasta dishes, all 'amatriciana for me and a carbonara for Mom. As the waiter turned to leave, I interjected with an order for a bottle of red wine, too.

"Ah, the Uber makes sense now" Mom giggled. "I hope the wine doesn't make me too sleepy for the movie!"

"Just trying to give you the authentic date-night experience, Mom" I smiled.

She looked a little uncomfortable and quickly changed the subject to study, gym, and the concert that I attended last week. I awkwardly answered questions about the gig as I tried to shove the images of what I had really done that night from my mind. The wine arrived and I quickly poured us each a glass before proposing a toast to us.

"To us!" Mom echoed. "Thank you for suggesting this. It's nice to get out and I've been wanting to try this restaurant for a long time."

"I know Mom," I said as I reached across and took her hand. "I know that Dad hasn't been around much lately, but you can always rely on me."

Mom smiled and slowly withdrew her hand. "You know, I haven't been around much myself lately. I'm sorry if you've been feeling a bit left out."

"It's OK Mom. You need to do what makes you happy. You can't always worry about others."

"Well, I'm not sure overtime makes me happy per se," Mom stammered nervously. "But thank you."

I smiled and took a sip of my wine. Mom narrowed her eyes suspiciously and was about to say something as the food arrived. We ate in silence for a couple of minutes until I asked Mom how the food was. She said it was delicious. I told her she had to try mine and before she could respond I leaned across the table and gently cupped her chin as I placed the fork at her lips. Mom was a bit taken aback but snagged the pasta and swallowed it. A few more minutes passed by with Mom glancing suspiciously over her fork a couple of times.

"How are you enjoying our date so far?" I asked as casually as I could manage, aware that this was the second time that I had referred to the evening that way.

Mom blushed a little and said that she was having a wonderful time. Mom tried to change the subject again and asked if there were any girls my age being taken on dates like this. I laughed the question off and started to blush myself. Mom saw her opportunity and started to tease me.

"There must be somebody special on your mind," she probed. "You've gone all red. Cat got your tongue?"

"Maybe there is someone, Mom. You'll just have to wait and see." With that, I polished off my wine.

I was about to reach for the bottle when I noticed it was empty. Although I would have loved to order another and get us both drunk, it didn't seem like a sensible option. Instead, I asked Mom if she would like dessert. She said she was quite full already. There were 45 minutes until the movie started and the theater was just down the road, so I suggested that we split one. Mom agreed. Our dessert came with two spoons as mom finished the last of her wine. I quickly swiped one of the spoons under my napkin as I reached for the other. I scooped a spoonful of cheesecake and held it out for Mom. She accepted. I took turns feeding us the cake as we chatted. The restaurant was almost empty with only another couple finishing up their mains and a table of four laughing loudly and ordering another bottle of wine.

"Ya know, this was a really lovely evening. We should make it a regular thing," Mom blurted out.

"Sure," I replied. "But this one's not even over yet," I reminded her.

"Of course, but I think this is the part I will remember the most," she whispered with a wink.

Mom dabbed her mouth with her napkin and said that she needed to use the bathroom before we left. I said that I would get the check. As we stood, I opened my arms and Mom stepped in placing her head on my shoulder and whispering that she loved me. I turned my head as Mom tried to kiss my cheek. She hesitated and I kissed her on the lips. Mom froze. With my heart racing I kissed her again. Mom pulled back and cleared her throat. She looked around but nobody had noticed a thing.

"I need to...umm...use the bathroom," she croaked with a mix of anger and embarrassment on her face.

"Fuuuuck..." I thought to myself.

Mom looked really thrown by the whole thing. I had just taken a nice evening and ruined it as well as doing who-knows-what kind of damage to my relationship with Mom. I went to pay the bill and considered leaving immediately. I decided it was important to be a man and face the music. Mom didn't reappear for nearly ten minutes. I began to think that maybe she had jumped out the window like in a movie scene. Eventually, she emerged and slowly walked towards me, her head down.

"Mom..." I started, keeping the word low in case anybody saw what happened.

"No...don't..." Mom said looking up. Her cheeks were a little red and there was a telltale sign of mascara on her cheeks that told me she had been crying.

"Let's just go home," I offered.

"No, the movie is starting soon," she replied. "We should get going."

I couldn't believe that Mom was worried about missing a movie after what just happened. Confused, I followed her out and down the street. Mom didn't say a word. We got to the theater at about 10:45 for the 11:00 PM late show. Mom smiled at the ticket attendant and walked straight ahead. The attendant did a double-take, though at the age difference, fancy clothes, tension, or a combination of all three I couldn't be sure. I trudged along behind Mom. I followed her to the back row of the small room. The movie had been out for weeks and evidently, there weren't many people still eager to see it, especially this late. I cursed myself internally for the fact that this was exactly what I hoped for. What did I expect to happen really? I sat next to Mom and stared at the floor in the dim light. The silence stretched on, and I prayed for the trailers to start.

"How long?" Mom whispered, a crack in her voice.

"What?" I responded in genuine surprise.

"How long?" She repeated. Before I had a chance to reply she added "Have you known?"

I felt like I had been punched in the gut. I didn't know how to respond. Partially because I wasn't even totally sure what it was that I knew...or that she knew. Thankfully, Mom filled the silence.

"You've been acting weird lately. Then, calling tonight a date. Talking about me doing the things that make me happy. You know."

"Yes..." I replied, thinking back to catching her in the act.

Mom sniffled a little. "How long?"

"Only since last week," I answered.

"It was the laptop, right? I knew I should have cleared the browsing history. You know, I never intended to act on it. It was just some harmless fun. Somewhere maybe I lost sight of that, I guess. But I would NEVER have put you in this situation by myself. I want you to know that. I need you to know that. This must be your own decision."

I raised my head slowly. My mind was spinning. My decision? That she is cheating on my dad? I swallowed nervously. Clearly, I was missing something...

"Honey? Mom asked. "Are you sure?"

A million thoughts raced through my mind. In all the scenarios I played out in my head in the last week I was never thrown a curveball like this. Nine times out of ten an "Are you sure?" gets a "Yes" response, so...

"Yes...I'm sure."

"Good..." Mom said, exhaling.

She reached across and took my hand. The screen flashed to life, and I jumped. Mom interlaced her fingers with mine. She brought my hand to her face and kissed it. For the first time since the restaurant, I built up the courage to look at her. Her eyes were softer now, still a sign of tears lingering.

"Damn Literotica!" she groaned and reached out. She wrapped her hand around my head and pulled me close. Our mouths were inches apart once again but this time there was electricity in the air. Mom nodded her head gently, closed her eyes, and tilted her face up to mine. I felt her breath, warm and fruity from the wine. I was still a little confused, but this wasn't the time for hesitation. I gently placed my lips on hers and kissed her. Mom hesitated once more, but this time she quickly relaxed. Her tense body loosened slightly, and her tongue brushed against mine. We kissed slowly, our tongues exploring each other's mouths for the first time. I had to remind myself to breathe as my heart hammered against my chest. The trailers ended and the lights lowered further as the movie began.

"I guess we should stop now and pay attention," Mom smiled. "We might miss something important."

I answered her with another kiss. I was desperate to touch her, feel her body, and explore every inch of her, but I didn't want to come across as immature and clumsy. Instead, I focused on controlling my breathing and enjoying the pleasures of her lips and tongue. Mom paused again.

"Honey, I don't know which stories you saw or how many of them you saw," She started. "But I never expected anything to happen. I need to know that this stays between us."

"Of course, Mom!" I replied.

Mom pulled me close and continued kissing me. By now I had begun to piece it together. Mom liked to visit Literotica, presumably reading mother-and-son incest stories. While I was snooping in her messenger account, she assumed I found her browsing history. She had no idea I knew about her boy toy (whose age made a bit more sense, now) or that I had spied on her last week. By pure dumb luck, I had let on that I knew something that I actually didn't.

I began to let my hands roam, caressing Mom's cheek, and neck, and then sliding down her back. Mom rubbed my chest as she shifted in her seat and lifted a little. I took that as an invitation to slide my hand lower and grab her ass. Mom moaned a little as I gripped her firm cheeks. My hand roamed, massaging her ass and finding that inviting slit in her skirt from earlier. I felt her bare thigh underneath as Mom moved my hand back out and told me to take it slow. My memory of admiring Mom in the living room earlier popped back into my head. She was wearing pantyhose under the skirt, how had I felt bare skin? I continued massaging Mom's ass and slowly moved down to the hem of her skirt. My fingers brushed against bare skin again, then a lacy fabric. My Mom wasn't wearing pantyhose, she was wearing thigh-high stockings under her skirt. I moaned into her mouth imagining how hot she looked.