co-authored by BlackSnake
Joyce Scott had been married and divorce three times and dated a long list of other losers. Her son, John made it a habit of trying to stay clear of the host of men trafficking in and out of their two bedroom apartment to sleep with his mother. The men seem to be getting younger and younger. One he had known from school that was only a year older than him.
John had been ashamed thinking of his mother as a whore. It wasn't until he overheard a conversation his mother was having with his Aunt Leila and a couple of other ladies, that he learned that his mother was just using the men for sex. It wasn't that much different finding out that his mother was a slut instead of a whore, but that's the way that it was.
In spite of his mother's over active sex life, they got along great. Joyce never failed to support John's school activities, listen to his problems, or make sure that he was dressed in the latest styles. Joyce always talked straight with her son, more like a friend than a mother when it came to girls and sex. She insisted that he kept a fresh box of condoms, and bought them for him as just another item on her grocery list.
John worked the evening shift at a fast food place only a mile away from their apartment complex. It was almost midnight when he got home. Seeing all the lights off in the apartment, he figured that his mother was out at a bar, which she did most Friday nights.
He noticed the dozens of beer bottles in the trash and figured that his mother had been entertaining that evening before going out. He was getting himself a beer from the refrigerator when he heard the sounds of his mother soft snore. He thought it very usual for her to be asleep at this hour unless she was passed out from drinking too much.
John turned on the kitchen light as he walked to his mother's opened bedroom door. The light from the kitchen illuminated her bedroom enough for him to see. Joyce was passed out, faced down and naked on her bed with one arm hanging over the side. Her clothes lay in a pile next to the bed and there was a nearly empty bottle of beer on her nightstand.
Joyce was in fairly decent shape for a forty-two year old mother. It was easy to see why young men found her attractive. Her thighs were thick, but didn't rub together like most women her age, mainly because she was slightly bow-legged. Her butt-cheeks had grown soft over the years, but it still stuck out and didn't droop very much. She didn't color her hair allowing the gray streaks to show through her long auburn curls. John found his mother's good looks a real pain sometimes, as men were constantly hitting on her, and she would flirt with them.
John went into his mother's bedroom and gathered her clothes and put them away. He thought to wake her, but decided that it was best to allow her to sleep it off. Seeing her lying on the bed naked, he thought of the time she had caught him jerking off in his bedroom. Instead of yelling and at him like most mothers might have, she sat him down for a real talk about sex. She educated him about sex in a way that no mother would even think of doing. She told him about all the things, both good and bad that could happen during sex. She talked about what his options were if he got a girl pregnant, what some of the symptoms of sexually transmitted diseases were, and what he should do. She made him promise not to take an interest in porn, because it was just acting and would give him false impressions. She showed him what a naked woman looked like, and told him that he shouldn't feel embarrassed after noticing his erection as he looked at her. She showed him how to put on a condom, and made him practice until she was sure he had it right. He never failed to use a condom, and he never contracted a disease or got a girl pregnant as a result of his mother's unforgettable lesson.
John left his mother as she lay and took his beer to his bedroom. He was sporting a really nice erection as he lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He thought of what girl he could call over the night day since he would have the day off. He had a short list of girls who he knew would give him what he wanted. Sleep came quickly as he closed his eyes.
***
"Hmmmmm....." the moans echoed throughout the small apartment.
Joyce's eyes popped opened. She looked at the clock and saw that it was already after noon. She looked over her shoulder at her closed bedroom door and then at her nakedness.
"Mmmm! Ah! Ah! Ah!" the moans came again.
Joyce put her hand over her pounding head and then pulled the covers all the way over her head.
"Hmm! Mmm! Ah! Oh! Ah! Hmm!" the moans continued.
Joyce recognized what type of moans she was hearing. She didn't mind her son having sex with girls in their apartment, but the moans were making her head hurt worse. She covered her head with a pillow as she curled up in a fetal position.
"Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah!" the loud moans flowed through the thin walls.
Joyce closed her eyes tightly trying to block out the sounds. Every fifteen minutes or so, she glanced at the clock on her nightstand.
"Hmmm! Hmmm! Hmmm! Ah! Ah! Ah!" the moans seemed endless as the time continued to pass.
"What the hell is he doing to that girl," Joyce said to herself. She looked at the clock again realizing that the moans had been going on for over an hour. "Nobody could possibly last that long," she thought as she sat up in her bed.
"Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah! Gaud! Oh! Hmmm!" the moans continued.
Joyce was finding it hard to believe how long it had been going on. Maybe it was a porn moving playing, but she knew that her son wouldn't possibly have that trash in their place. She got up and founded her housecoat and headed out to find out what exactly was going on.
Sylvia cried out her pleasure in continuous moans. John held her ankles up at his shoulders and he stood at the foot of the bed thrusting his perpetually hard cock in the girl's aching cunt.
The door to John's bedroom was half way open, and Joyce could see both her son and the girl who was making all the noise. They both were drenched in sweat. John's muscles flexed as he slammed repeated into the girl. Sylvia tossed her head from side to side as she endured the lustful attack.
Joyce had seen signs that her son had sex, but she had never witness it herself. The way he was thrusting into the girl on the bed impressed her. She had never had any man to fuck her like that. She felt almost jealous as the girl looked like she was having one long and continuous orgasm.
John pulled his pussy soaked cock from the girl's worn cunt and removed the condom that had protected it. He pulled Sylvia up and held her hair as she took the head of his cock into her mouth.
