First submission in 9 years, go easy!
Now what? That's the question that has been running through my head all morning. My mom is cheating on my dad. That's not great, but it's not a huge surprise if I'm honest with myself. They have been in that stage of being more like live in friends than romantic lovers for years now. This may not be the first time. He may be doing the same thing. I found out about mom's affair a little over a week ago. My initial reaction when I stumbled across mom's messages was shock, then a little anger. The problem is I had no right to be angry. I 'stumbled across' messages between her and her lover, Jeremy while snooping through her laptop looking for any secret pics or videos that may be there that I could use as jerk off material. That wasn't an accident. It was the furthest thing from an accident in fact. Ever since I was about 12 I've fantasized about my mom.
Apparently it's not that unusual, but it's not exactly something I should be boasting about either. My mom, Sandra, is 43, about 5 feet 5 inches tall and about 150 pounds or so. She is unlikely to be modelling for magazines but neither is she out of shape. She still goes to the gym once or twice a week and has a nice ass and boobs. She has long, chestnut brown hair and blue gray eyes. Last week she was having some issues with her laptop and I agreed to take a look. She was busy cooking at the time and told me her password to get me logged in. I assumed she might change it later, but I guess she didn't think I was the type of person who would go snooping through her things. The idea of finding anything interesting was a major long shot, but in the end I found way more than I bargained for when a notification for a new Facebook message popped up. She was still logged in and I couldn't help but take a look. Reading that message set off a chain of events that led me to last night and a front row seat to mom's promiscuity. That's what brings me to the question of the day...now what? Let me fill you in on what happened and maybe you can tell me the answer...
"Can't wait for next Friday xox. You're sure the coast is clear, right? 😉"
The message that has been running through my head since I clicked on the Facebook notification last week. Initially I wondered who this guy "Jeremy" was and what the message could be about. Scrolling up through previous messages quickly made it very clear. I quickly logged out and put mom's laptop back where I found it. I should have been nervous about the fact that my mom could very easily know somebody had read her messages, but that was the last thing on my mind. Working late, dressing up a lot more often, just generally being happier, these were signs that I should have been able to see that something had changed in mom's life. I wonder if dad has noticed these things? I wonder if mom even cares if he has?
Now it's 6PM on Friday and I'm in my room getting ready to meet my friends and go to a Foo Fighters concert in the next town over. I won't be home until early in the morning and dad is going away on a golfing trip with some work colleagues straight from the office. The thing is, I sold my ticket to the concert last weekend. I just didn't tell my mom that. I'm suddenly incredibly nervous and my heart is hammering in my chest. I checked mom's Facebook earlier and she is still planning on hosting her lover tonight. Apparently it's been a couple of weeks since they hooked up and both are incredibly horny. Am I really planning on hiding out and spying on them? What are the chances of actually getting away with that? What the hell do I do if I get caught? I'm struck by how stupid and dangerous an idea this is and I wish I had just gone to the concert. Despite all that there's a part of me, yes that one, that just can't pass up this chance. I shower, get dressed and go to the kitchen. I write a note for my mom telling her that I have left and to have fun. Second guessing myself I tear it up and put it in the trash. It sounds weird telling her to have fun, knowing what I know. I write it again, this time telling her to enjoy her evening. The meaning may be the same but it's a little less creepy to me. I go to the bathroom and then return to my room. About 20 minutes later I hear her car in the driveway. I double check everything is turned off and push my door closed as far as I can without shutting it.
It's been nearly an hour. Twice mom came upstairs and I bolted for my closet. She didn't come to my room either time, though. I can hear pots and pans in the kitchen and then the doorbell rings. Shit, this is really happening. I can hear muffled greetings and the door closes. The noise grows quieter as they move down the hallway. I creep out of my room and crouch down to look down to the ground floor. I can't see anything but can hear them talking now. Mom is offering wine and saying that dinner will be ready soon. I wait for them to sit down to eat and slowly creep down the stairs, grateful that the carpeted steps don't have any of the tell-tale creaks that some staircases do. As I reach the bottom, I can see the kitchen door which is slightly ajar. Glasses clink and I can now hear them more clearly.
"How's the food?" I hear mom say.
"It's great Sandra. It's nice to be able to actually have dinner with you without wondering who might see us." Jeremy replies.
"Ya, thank God that concert and golf trip lined up so nicely. I feel really seedy meeting in hotels all the time."
"Well, here's to Dave Grohl and Tiger Woods!"
They clink glasses again and I retreat to the stairs. I return to my room until I hear dishes being rinsed and loaded into the dishwasher about 45 minutes later.
I hear the living room door open and soft music starting to play from mom's Bluetooth speaker. Light has turned to dark outside and I cautiously make my way back to the stairs. I see a sliver light spilling from under the living room door to the hallway from the standalone lamp in the corner. I get to the bottom of the stairs and peek around the corner. The door is about 6 inches ajar. I move slowly down the hallway holding my breath. As I get closer, I hear soft giggling. As I get to the door, I can see that they are sitting on the sofa. Their mouths are entwined and mom is running her hand through Jeremy's hair as he rubs her back. 2 half finished wine glasses are on the table. Seeing Jeremy for the first time, he has short, blond hair combed back on his head and a short beard, neatly trimmed. He looks like he can't be any older than 30, which takes me a little by surprise for some reason. He is wearing a pair of glasses, which he now takes off and places on the table. I quickly shift out of view as his head turns to do so, facing the direction of the door. Gathering my composure, I move back to the door. Mom is now lying back as Jeremy kisses her neck. Her eyes are closed and her body is tense as she savors the feel of it.
"Let's take this upstairs." She says quietly.
"I thought you'd never ask." Jeremy grins.
Shit! Now what. I quickly make my way back to the stairs and move up as quickly and quietly as I can. At the top I hesitate. What if they close the door? All this will have been for nothing. Barely thinking, I walk past my room and to my parents' bedroom. I slip inside the closet and close the door. The slats give me a decent view out to the room but also make me feel quite exposed. It's too late for any of that as mom and Jeremy are approaching now. They come into the room hand in hand and mom pushes Jeremy onto the bed. She flicks on the bedside lamp and I get my first good look at her tonight. She is wearing a slim, wine colored dress that barely comes below her thighs, pantyhose and a pair of shiny, black heels that look brand new. Her hair is wavy and clearly freshly done while she is wearing a lot more make up than I am used to seeing. I feel myself stiffen seeing my mom looking so sexy.
"Take your pants off." She says with confidence.
Jeremy smiles and slides out of his pants and socks, unbuttoning his shirt. There is a visible bulge in his boxers as mom moves slowly towards him. She reaches out and grabs his bulge.
"I've missed this." She whispers.
She pulls down the boxers, releasing Jeremy's cock. It's almost fully erect, about 7 inches long, and quite thick. Mom drops to her knees in front of it, blocking it from my view. She starts to work her hand up and down and lowers her head. She begins to bob up and down, making loud slurping noises. Jeremy's hands roam all over her back, tugging at her dress. It rides up a bit, revealing that what I thought were pantyhose are actually thigh high stockings.
"Bring that ass up here." Jeremy moans and mom moves to join him on the bed.
He is sitting on the edge as she now kneels to the side. I get an unobstructed view as my mother goes back to work on this man's cock, while he rubs and grabs her ass. He spanks her hard, causing her to moan into his cock. Mom redoubles her efforts, expertly sliding her mouth up and down his long shaft. She buries it as deep as it goes, gagging for a few seconds before releasing with a gasp. Saliva drips from her mouth as she continues to run her hand up and down. Jeremy spanks her again and mom smiles. She begins to suck on the head, darting her tongue out and swirling all around it.
"You like that big cock, baby?" Jeremy asks.
"Yes!" Mom says, speaking with her mouth full as she always told me not to do.
"Do you wish your husband had a cock like this?"
"MMMM!" Mom moans, sucking hard at the head of his cock.
"Tell me!" Jeremy says.
Mom pauses and looks up at him. "I wish my husband had a big cock like this. I'd suck it every day."
Mom reaches up and pulls his head towards her, locking lips and still not letting go of his throbbing cock. It's strange to actually hear my mom talking like this and being so sexual, even if I had imagined it a million times. My cock is straining against my pants. I pull it out and begin to stroke it. Mom stands up and turns to face the closet where I stand. Her mascara is running a little and her lipstick is smeared. I almost feel like she is looking right at me and I desperately try to steady my breathing. Jeremy undoes her zip and mom slides her dress down. Her matching bra and panties are black, lacy and leave very little to the imagination.
Jeremy sits her on the bed and slowly slides off her heels, throwing them to the side. He crawls behind her on the bed, kissing her neck and caressing her tits through her bra. He unhooks the clasp and mom slides her bra off and tosses it on the floor. I'm greeted with the side of my mom's D cups right in front of me. They sag a little against her body until Jeremy cups them and rubs her nipples. Mom moans and rests her head back against his shoulder. Her nipples harden and her hand finds Jeremy's hard cock again. I'm entranced by how my mom can't get enough of this man's cock. Jeremy ducks around under her arm and flicks his tongue over the nipple of my mother's right boob. She purses her mouth and lets out a soft moan.
"I'm so wet." She says, breathlessly. "Do you want to taste me?"
