I grew up pretty sheltered by my family and there wasn't a lot of open communication in my family, but I knew my parents only stayed together for my benefit. When I went off to college it was soon the end for my parents. I came home for the holidays to find they had separated and my mother had a new boyfriend.
Stepping out of the cab I wrestled my bags up the front steps, the wind blowing my hair in to my face. I throw open the door and push my hair out of my face, intending to drag my bags inside. I stopped in my tracks, eyes wide as I see my mother bent over the kitchen table, a tall powerful man behind her, holding her face to the table as his hips move, thrusting deep inside her. My mothers breath comes in gasps, her moans filling my ears and my face immediately burning with the scene in front of me.
I let out a squeak and back out of the doorway, closing it behind me and sitting on the porch swing. My face was still burning from the scene I witnessed, and my body was hot as well, even as my mother, wrapped in a robe and the tall man emerge from the house only a couple minutes later, a bit flushed themselves.
My mother seemed nervous like she didn't know what to say, but her boyfriend stepped forward, holding his hand out to me. "Hi, I'm Steve, nice to meet you." I make a herculean effort to raise my grey eyes to his blue ones, striking against his olive skin and dark hair. I take his hand intending to shake it, but he bends to kiss the back of my hand like in old stories of heroes long gone.
My face brightens at the touch of his lips on my hand and my throat catches momentarily at the thought of his hand so recently gripping my moms hair and holding her head to the table as he thrust inside her. I clear my throat, my face surely able to be seen from space with the bright flush. "Charlene. Nice to meet you Steve."
He smiled brightly up at me, his straight white teeth and handsome smile making me helpless to do anything but smile back. I finally break my trance and stand to hug my mother in greeting. "Hi mom! I am so glad to be home." I say, not mentioning how she seemed to be enjoying being single.
"Oh honey, it is so good to see you!" She hugged me back, squeezing me a bit as Steve picked up my bag and dragged it inside. "Come on in. I wasn't expecting you home for another hour at least. I'm sorry daddy had to go away and wont be back for your visit. I hope you and Steve can get along while I go to work though."
I follow my mom inside, trying to keep my eyes away from the table that so recently was used by Steve and my mother for something other than serving dinner. I settled in to my old room, just as I left it, and took a hot shower before dinner, giving my mom time to clean up the table before dinner. The hot water and soapy loofah felt different against my heated skin, my body nearly trembling as flashes of the earlier scene filled my mind unbidden. Good girls do not touch themselves though, so I made the herculean effort to resist.
I finally emerged from the shower and dressed for dinner, wearing jeans and a V neck t shirt with my college logo on the front. I came downstairs to dinner just as my mom was putting the food on the table. "Oh it smells delicious mom. I really missed your home cooking!" I said enthusiastically. I tried very hard to look away from the seat filled with Steve now, where my mother was so recently being filled. We had a pleasant dinner, all chatting about my school and classes before my mom had to get her scrubs on and head off for her 12 hour shift.
I was a bit nervous being left home with Steve, who I barely knew, so I went up to bed soon after my mom left. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, sleep eluding me for a while. I decided to go downstairs to get a glass of water. As I went down the stairs, I heard a sound toward the living room of women cheering drunkenly. I peeked around the door frame curiously, finding Steve sitting on the couch, nude, watching a video of young girls flashing the camera drunkenly. Steve's large hand that so recently cradled my own was wrapped tightly around his cock and stroking slowly. His cock gleamed in the light of the TV, obviously coated in some lubricant, his foreskin sliding with his strokes causing his head to be revealed and hidden with each stroke of his strong hand.
His tall frame was leaned back, eyes locked on the TV. His nipples were dark hard pebbles, his chest muscles tight with the effort of his strokes. His flat stomach moving with his heavy breaths and motion of his hips. I couldn't turn away. It was the most amazing sight I have ever seen and the only one of a man pleasuring himself. I licked my lips, my mouth feeling dry and yet somehow nearly drooling watching him.
His strokes continue making the tip of his thick cock come in to view and out of it in a slow rhythm making my body heat. My nipples tighten almost painfully begging to be touched under my long t shirt I wore to bed. My panties became hot and wet, my whole body feeling like liquid fire. My breath came in gasps, matching his own breaths as he stroked faster and harder by the second.
His hips started rising to meet his strokes, his breath coming almost in gasps before he holds his breath a few moments, his hand moving in a blur, body tight as a bow string. Finally he let out a long low moan and I see his cock shooting his white cum up and on to his own chest and stomach. My body was trembling with the effort not to touch myself as I watched. He bent to gather a washcloth and wipe himself up. I turned and snuck away, my glass of water forgotten.
I laid in bed long in to the night, the view playing back in my mind over and over. My body almost in pain with the need to touch, but my teachings keeping me steadfast against touching. Finally I fell in to an exhausted sleep, my dreams far more lustful than ever before, filled with visions of Steve.
