My erotic dream was actually a nightmare. My mother was under me as I pounded her pussy with my hard cock. Mother was telling me to cum in her pussy and the more I tried, the harder it was to cum. On the bed next to us was my grandmother. As my cock slid in and out of my mother's pussy I looked at my grandmother. She was asking me if I wanted to suck on her large, erect nipples while she fingered her wet pussy.
The ringing of the telephone brought me out of the dream. Lying on my back I reached over and picked up the telephone. As I brought the phone to my ear I was keenly aware of my raging hard on and the pain I was feeling. I had lost count of how many times I had jacked off during the night and fell asleep sometime after three in the morning. My balls were as dry as a water hole in the Sahara desert. There was no more cum and the pain in them reminded me of that.
"Good morning mother." I said into the phone.
"Yes, your computer is ready. When? No I won't be here. I'll leave it for you over at Mrs. Anderson's place."
"What have you got to do on a Saturday?" My mother asked me.
"I'm going out for the day with some of the guys from work." I replied.
"You should got out with one of them girls there." My mother shot back quickly.
"Bye mother." I answered with a sigh and turned off the phone.
I swung my arm and in placing the telephone on my nightstand I knocked over the bottle of Crisco oil. I jumped out of bed and quickly picked it up before the entire bottle emptied onto the carpet. Sometime during my night of watching the homemade videos of my mother and grandmother for their porn site I had run out of jack off lube and resorted to good ole Crisco. I jumped into the shower, knowing if I didn't hurry my mother would be knocking on my door.
I had the water as hot as my body could stand. The hot shower helped to deflate my hard cock. Relieved and now awake, I quickly dressed and grabbed my mother's computer. Mrs. Anderson's apartment was three down from mine and as I walked toward it I began to recall the three videos I watched the night before with her in them.
Mrs. Anderson was in her mid to late sixties. She stood about 5 foot or a couple of inches taller. Her hair was a salt and pepper color with the white hair quickly taking over. I would guess she weighed somewhere near 150lbs. Her breasts appeared to be somewhat to small for her body. Her ass was well proportioned and I recalled she had nice legs for such an old lady. Mrs. Anderson had four traits I discovered in watching her performance.
The first was she was able to devour large cocks with her mouth and she loved the taste of cum. Mrs. Anderson was a natural at deep throating. The next was she talked like a sailor while her ass or pussy was getting pounded. The third was she loved taking large cocks up her ass. In one video I had watched a young man slide his entire 12" cock in and out of her ass. The last thing I'd learned was she was very talented at multi tasking. I'm still not sure how she was able to suck a cock while getting fucked in her ass and pussy at the same time. The look on her face I had observed told me she truly enjoyed it.
I knocked on the door of Mrs. Anderson's apartment and heard a shill voice tell my "just a minute."
The door opened and I stood there staring at Mrs. Anderson. She was wearing a modest pants suit which I recognized from one of her fuck videos. If it had not been for the pain still in my balls I'm sure my cock would have popped out of my jeans.
"Oh Tim! Come in. What can I do for you?" She asked as I entered her apartment.
I smiled and stepped into the middle of her living room. As I stood there I looked down the hall. All the apartments were basically the same. What caught my attention was the large painting over the bed in the master bedroom. It was the same painting I had seen in one or two of her videos. My mind was still in shock and it took several seconds for me to realize Mrs. Anderson was speaking to me.
"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you." I said as I turned and faced her.
"I was asking you what you needed." She replied.
"Oh, I'm going out with some of my friends and my mother asked me to leave her computer with you." I said with a shaky voice.
"Great! Your mother and I have some business to do here and she'll need it." She said with a giggle.
My brain kicked into gear. I had a good guess on what the business was and handed the computer to her.
"Tell mom I'll try and stop bye sometime this weekend." I said and turned to leave.
One of the things I'd learned from being around Mrs. Anderson was she always patted and squeezed my ass whenever she got the chance. Up to now I had never paid attention to her actions.
"Someday the two of us need to sit and have a nice chat." She replied as she patted and slid her hand over my ass.
I jumped out the door and quickly entered my apartment. From what Mrs. Anderson had said and what I had seen on my mother's website, I had a good idea on what the business was. I locked my door and hoped my mother would not use the spare key I'd given her to check my apartment. I made sure the shades were drawn tight and sat in the chair, looking out into the parking lot.
Thirty minutes later I watched my mother's BMW pull into a parking stall. The driver side door opened and I watched my mother get out. Her hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing a white sun dress. As the morning sun hit her it caused the dress to become almost transparent. My cock stirred but still was not able to fully respond. Mother was totally nude under the dress. As she opened the back door of her car I saw the passenger door open. My jaw hit the floor as I watched Bill get out and close the door. He walked around and relieved my mother of a large nylon bag and I watched my mother grab his crotch and squeeze.
Bill was a year or two younger than me. I knew him fairly well from the church group my mother had insisted I joined several years ago. What truly shocked me, was that Bill was the son of the church pastor! I watched at my mother wrapped her arm around his and walk toward the building. I sat, waiting for a few minutes and walked into my computer room.
I sat down and went onto the internet. The night before I had bought a membership to my mother's porn site. I opened the site, signed on and read the page.
