Chapter 1
The first couple of months that Mom and I were together we were like newlyweds, constantly chasing one another and fucking morning, noon and night. We just couldnāt get enough of one another. I canāt tell you how many times we were late for work because we started teasing one another at breakfast until we couldnāt stand it and ended up fucking on the table or running back to our room for a hot fuck.
After a while it settled down and we got more into a routine where we would go off to work, come home and eat dinner and watch some t.v. and then go to bed for a long, hot fuck.
Mom would always stoke my fire by bringing home a new nightgown now and then or greeting me at the door naked. But after a while we were like a regular married couple and we were very happy.
One Saturday an old friend of mine, Pete Castro, called and asked if he could drop by. He was having a problem with his car and wanted me to take a look. Pete and I grew up together and he was a frequent visitor in our home. Mom really liked him and would always comment to me about what a heartbreaker Pete was going to be when he grew up.
Well, Pete grew up all right, to about 6ā3ā with the body of an athlete, all muscle. He was handsome as the devil too and drove all the girls wild. He got married two months ago to the finest looking babe you could imagine and Mom and I attended the wedding. All Mom could do the whole time was gush about how gorgeous Pete looked and how lucky his bride was.
Pete arrived about mid-morning and we got to work in the driveway. Since Pete knew nothing about cars, all the work fell on me. Peteās job was to keep me amused and the cold beer coming. It was a hot day and we were down to just shorts and sneakers. He was telling me stories about his honeymoon and the wild shit he and his wife did.
Mom had gone out shopping and had come back about an hour after Pete arrived. She greeted him warmly with a big hug and then excused herself and went inside. Soon it was time for another beer, so I sent Pete in to get us a couple. He had no sooner left, when a line snapped, spraying oil everywhere. I didnāt have a rag handy so I went into the garage to look for one. When that failed I figured there must be some in the kitchen. I was just about to climb the short steps to the kitchen when I heard voices. Donāt ask me why, but I ducked around the corner, then peered around the doorway. I could see Pete with his head buried in the fridge, no doubt looking for something to eat.
āHey big boy, want to play?ā Mom asked!
From what I could figure she thought Pete was me, since all she could see from the open refrigerator door was his but and legs.
āHuh?ā Pete replied, standing upright and looking at Mom.
āOhā¦.Pete! Iā¦.I..thought you were someone else!ā she explained.
To make matters worse she had changed into a new nightie that left little to the imagination. It was a black, low cut number with see through lace around her tits down to her navel and blue silk everywhere else that clung to her every curve. It was held up by two spaghetti straps and came down to just above her bush, while exposing all of her
back. The lace was straining in its attempt to hold her tits in place and giving Pete quite the skin show.
Mom, who was quite embarrassed, was doing her best to cover up with her hands.
I thought about barging in and rescuing her, but then I thought it might be more fun watching her try to get out of this on her own.
āYea? Like who?ā Pete asked in response to Momās explanation of thinking he was someone else. He was really giving her the hairy eyeball, looking her up and down.
āUhā¦.I..uhmā¦Iāve been seeing someone and heās supposed to drop by. I thought you were him.ā she lied.
āLuck guyā Pete said, grinning at her. I could tell he was impressed by the lust in his eyes.
āUhā¦wellā¦.I better get back to my room.ā Mom said, slowly backing up.
āYea, sure Mrs. C.ā he answered, not able to take his eyes off of her.
I watched him as he stared at Mom as she made her way back to the guestroom, her short nightie bouncing up and down and revealing the matching silk panties. I figured the show was over until I heard Pete whistle under his breath and then quickly look around, as if he were checking to see if I was anywhere near by. When he was satisfied that I was still outside at the car he turned on his heals and started quietly walking towards the guestroom. I decided to keep an eye on him at this point and, keeping a safe distance, started following him.
He made his way to the entrance to the room where Mom was about to get changed. She probably never expected him to follow her, so she didnāt close the door. Suddenly I could see the corner of her eye catch his figure in the doorway.
PETE!!!! What Are You Doing Here?!!ā Mom screeched, trying to cover up.
āI..uhā¦just thought we could talk for a bit.ā he replied, slowly walking into the room.
āPETE CASTRO YOU JUST TURN YOURSELF AROUND AND MARCH OUT OF THIS ROOM!!ā Mom ordered as she held her hands up in front of herself, trying to hide from his prying eyes.
āCāmon Mrs. C. Were old friends. Thereās nothing to be ashamed about.ā Pete answered, continuing to walk towards her.
āYOU HEARD ME!!ā Mom replied.
āCalm down. I just want to talk.ā he said.
āWe can talk after you leave and I change.ā Mom said in a quieter tone.
āMan, do you know how sexy you look?ā Pete asked, ignoring her request.
āPeteā¦.ā Mom started.
āNo really. I mean all that time I spent at your house I never realized it. I thought you were kind of good looking, but I had no idea how hot you were.ā he stated.
āThatās not the way you should be speaking to me!ā she scolded.
āHey, were all adults now. Its not like Iām still some little kid.ā he said as he continued to walk towards her until he was standing right next to her.