"So when can
I
see your cock?" from the emphasis she placed on the word "I" it was clear that someone else had already seen it and that someone was her mother. Well she hadn't exactly seen it, but she'd seen the bulge it had made under my boxers, and she'd clearly passed that on to her daughter, Susie.
Let me back track a bit, well more than a bit, four or five years to when I was in my mid-teens. My name is Davy and I was living with my Mum and Dad. We'd always lived in that house as far as I knew, it wasn't huge but it was very comfortable and it was home. Then my Mum and Dad got divorced. I knew that they weren't getting on so well, I'd heard some of the arguments, although they tried to keep them from me, and I'd heard the silences that followed those arguments, or when I entered a room where they'd been arguing.
Eventually Mum left and I found out that she'd moved in with another man. Whether that was the cause of the problem or the effect I didn't know, neither confided in me at the time. I stayed with my Dad, not because my Mum didn't necessarily want me with her, but because it was more convenient. More convenient for me as we lived near my school, and more convenient because my Mother and the new man only lived in a small flat, he'd moved out of his family home to be with her and that was all they could get.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't unhappy to be living with my Dad, he was a good father in every way and it was nice that there was now just the two of us, but I did miss my Mum. We saw each other quite a bit, we'd meet up after school, or at weekends and she kept in touch really well at first, but inevitably we did drift apart a bit, some of which was my fault, too busy with sport and mates etc.
I finished my GCSEs and went on to A levels. It was during that year that my Dad met someone else, through work I think, and I began to realise that he had a life outside of me. Not that he ignored me, but I was starting to find my own independence and I suppose the opportunity came to be with someone, and he wanted to take it.
Jane, for that was her name, started to come round for lunch on a Sunday, then occasionally for dinner. She didn't stay overnight, well not at first, she had a daughter the same age as me, and I'd met her a few times and she said she had to get back for her. Susie was quite pretty, dressed well and had a good figure. I'd seen her about town on occasions and we'd half acknowledge each other, but basically she went to a different school and we hung about in different groups.
The first time Jane stayed overnight was the summer before I went to university, she'd come over for dinner and I'd gone out to the pub with my mates, arriving back at about half ten. They were both still up and were sitting together on the sofa in the lounge room. I said hello, then went into the kitchen to get a glass of water to take up to bed. Dad followed me in and whilst he didn't actually ask if I minded Jane staying over, he did at least allow me the chance of saying what I thought about it.
"Son, Jane's going to stay over tonight. I didn't want you to be surprised in the morning, so I thought I'd tell you now. I presume you've got no problems with that?"
Of course I hadn't, I liked Jane, she had a lively personality and an eye-catching figure, and I could see why Dad was attracted to her. He'd been on his own for some years and although I suspected there might have been the odd one night stand, he'd essentially put his life on hold for me.
It seemed appropriate to shake hands as I said, "No problem Dad, have a good night." I couldn't believe I'd said that as we parted, me upstairs and Dad back into the lounge room. I used the bathroom and got into bed, intent on going straight to sleep but couldn't. After a while I could hear some whispering outside on the landing and the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing a few times but then nothing. I didn't expect to hear the sounds of screaming orgasms all night, but really I heard nothing at all. Either the walls were more soundproof that I thought or they were very good at keeping quiet, or unbelievably, they weren't having sex!
In the morning I got up and put my dressing gown on before going downstairs. Both Dad and Jane were already up, Jane wearing a dressing gown under which she clearly had a nightie on and Dad with a dressing gown and pyjama bottoms. I knew he didn't normally wear them so they were either for Jane's benefit or mine!
It wasn't exactly a comfortable atmosphere, but we all soon got more used to it and Jane went home mid-morning and Dad and I got on with our lives. She stayed a few more times that summer and Dad stayed with her a few times and then I went off to university.
I had a great time that first term, we were treated as adults, and allowed to get on with our lives as we saw fit. The work wasn't too tough and the social life was out of this world, plenty of drinking and parties. The problem came towards the end of term and Mum invited me to spend Christmas with her and her new man, Bill. They'd just managed to move into a house and now had room for me to stay overnight. I'd met Bill several times, he was OK, a bit up himself, but perhaps that was just him trying to demonstrate that he was worthy of my mother in my eyes.
I spoke to Dad about it, he was fine with the idea and said he'd been invited to go to Jane's so it would all work out well. In truth it wasn't too bad at all, on Christmas Day Bill's two grown-up children and their partners came as well, one had two young children who got spoilt rotten by everyone, me included. They rode me around the house like a horse and I was reminded of my Christmases with Mum and Dad when I was little. It made me a bit nostalgic, but that's what Christmas does to you.
Bill's family went home that evening, leaving me to stay. Mum was getting a bit tipsy, no doubt pleased with the way the day had gone, and when it was time for bed she pulled me into a huge hug. "Thanks for making my day Davy. I hope you can be a more frequent visitor now that Bill and I have got a house." I assured her I would and I went off to bed leaving them alone.
I don't rightly know how long I'd been asleep when I woke, my tongue literally glued to the roof of my mouth. As I reached for my glass of water I realised that I didn't have one and I was not in my own bed. I remembered where I was, and decided I'd have to get up to get some water. As quietly as possible I crept out of my room, seeing that Mum's door was shut and tip-toed down the stairs. There was a faint glow coming from the lounge, and as I passed I peered in, seeing that the Christmas tree lights were still on.
Not only that, but in the middle of the floor was my mother, stark naked riding Bill's cock. She had her eyes shut fortunately, but I could see her body clearly. Now I'd seen my mother naked before a couple of times, caught in the bathroom or bedroom, fleeting glances, but now I could see her in her fully glory. Her breasts were bouncing on her chest, her nipples were big and looked hard and I could see Bill's cock pumping into a mass of hair between her thighs.
My breath caught in my throat as I ducked back, my heart pounding. I knew I should just creep off back to bed but something kept me there. I risked another peek, seeing her buttocks flexing as she undulated on Bill's, body, driving him into her. My hand, I realised, was firmly grasped round my hard cock under my dressing gown as I watched spellbound. I'd been to a pub once with some mates that had exotic dancers, i.e. strippers, but this was different. This was my mother getting fucked in front of me.
Finally I decided to forgo my glass of water and just as I was about to leave I saw her throw her head back, a low moan emanating from her throat as her body went rigid and Bill cried out. I watched as she fell off him, her hand cupped under her pussy and lay breathless on the floor beside him.
