Never Lie to Your Mother
My name is Nick and my parents have had a rough marriage for as long as I can remember. I am the youngest of four and I was the only one still living at home last year. Our place is a nice four bedroom brick house and I like the suburban location in the outskirts of St. Louis. I have my own bedroom, my own bathroom, a newer Ford pickup, all my freedom...what more could I want? What I really wanted was my total freedom, even more than the luxuries I had living at home. I was tired of hearing my parents fighting.
My dad, George, is pushing 60 and my mom, Karen, was 53 so I was born relatively late in their lives, maybe even an accident. Dad spent most of his time at the office as a geo engineer. He did like to go party or "out with the guys" as he would say, and mom pretty much ignored that behavior.
I was the first one to learn of the affair. I was at home on a Monday evening and the phone rang. I grabbed it after the third ring and answered. "Hello?"
"Hi sexy, aren't you coming back to the office tonight to finish up a little work?" a pouty, sugary, young female voice was on the other end.
"Um, this is...this isn't..." the realization that she thought I was my father washed over me like a wave. This had to be the new office assistant the firm had hired this year.
"I'm gonna crawl under the desk, unzip, and lick you up and down, and up and down...," she whimpered.
"Uh, I gotta go...," I cut her off in a raspier voice than normal trying not to betray my identity. Just as I put the phone back on the charger, the door from the garage opened and my mother walked in carrying two bags of groceries.
"Hi dear, didn't I hear the phone?" she quizzed.
"Just a telemarketer," I lied.
I watched without really noticing my mom as she put the groceries on the counter. I couldn't believe my dad was fucking someone. I felt guilty myself and wondered if I should tell my mother.
She is an attractive woman who definitely has sex appeal I must say even as her son. Her generous breasts look firm and still defying gravity nicely. She wore a low cut, tight, sleeveless, yellow top that revealed a healthy portion of cleavage. Her blond, shoulder-length hair was pulled back tight to her head and her lips were red and makeup perfect as usual.
"Well, I'm going to go change clothes," mother shut the cupboard, turned, and the light sparkled off her gold earrings. I plopped down on the couch, flipped on the TV and channel surfed through programs until she came out of her bedroom.
"Did you eat yet, Nick?" she asked picking up the phone and looking through the call history. "Not yet," I glanced over. Her makeup, hair, and jewelry hadn't changed but now she wore a long, silky, purple robe and her feet were bare on the cool hardwood floor. Mother stood holding the phone and staring at it with a furrowed brow for several seconds.
"Who called from the office?" she waved the phone in my direction.
"What do you mean?"
"The caller ID, the call was from George's office."
"I don't know," I lied.
"That wasn't a telemarketer and nobody works that late in the office, why are you lying to me?" She quizzed angrily. My face must have turned 100 shades of red. I hadn't done anything wrong except mind my own business, and it's like I'm the one having the affair!
"What's going on, Nick?!" her face was flushed even through her makeup. She leaned in and shook the phone in my face. When she bent forward the front of her robe spilled open. She was braless and exposing the valley of soft flesh between her breasts to her belly button. My heart was racing and my gaze froze on the curvaceous view of her right breast barely contained enough by the robe to cover her nipple. She turned and stomped off to her bedroom and slammed the door.
My penis twitched at the vision frozen in my mind of her breast and I rubbed myself through my pants. I went to my room to retire for the night. I was so hard I had to jerk off or who knows when I'd get to sleep.
I was startled awake by the sound of shattering glass followed by the screech of tires peeling out in the driveway. I looked at my bedside clock and it said 3:07 a.m. I jumped out of bed and peeked out the blinds to see the tail lights of my dad's pickup disappearing down the street into the night. I heard another whump followed by a couple of crashing noises coming from towards the family room.
I tucked the erection I woke up with into the waistband of my boxer shorts and ran out to see what was going on. Getting to my father's den, my mother stood there in her robe, golf club in hand and looked up as I entered the room. Without hesitating she smashed the club though the 19" flat screen monitor on my father's desk.
"You knew!" She screamed shaking the golf club at me. Strands of her hair that had been neatly pulled back waved wildly.
"Mom!" I shouted myself and she lifted the club again to strike the computer. I leaped over the desk and grabbed her arm. "You can't just break things, mother," I growled with clenched teeth.
I quickly spun her around so I was behind her, overpowering her with a bear hug, forcing her to drop the golf club. I was holding her tightly, but her legs were flailing wildly. I waited for her to calm down, but she was showing no signs. Her body had a faint sweaty smell mixed with a touch of sweet perfume.
I tried to reason with her, "Mom, you can't destroy the place, do you want to go to jail?"
"You knew he was fucking her!" she screamed. I had never before heard my mother say the 'f' word before.
Her robe had slipped down her right shoulder and I buried my chin into her shoulder bone to limit her head movement. She writhed and her right breast escaped the confines of her robe. The swollen nipple on her milky globe pointed outward. I leaned with my back to the wall holding her tensely and stared at her sweet naked breast over her shoulder. With no premeditation I opened my mouth and licked her bare neck. Her skin was salty on my tongue. I had a sudden realization that I was aroused.
"Nick, let me go, my robe!" she barked.
"Karen," I said sternly, "are you done breaking things?" I have never called my mother by her first name.
"Yes, I'm done," she assured.
I let go of her and she turned and tugged her robe into place with a quick motion. With no warning, catching me totally by surprise, she punched my chin. "Never call me 'Karen' again!" she shouted. Luckily it was a glancing blow, but at this point I knew her behavior was unpredictable.
My own temper flared. "My patience only goes far and there is no excuse to act this way with me." I grabbed her around the waist and slammed her down to the floor on her back. I swung my leg over her stomach and held her arms against the floor above her head. She was breathing hard with a sweaty face and wild eyes.
"Karen, I won't let you go until you calm down." I sat on her stomach and she tried to buck her hips under me. The position of her arms above her and her bucking motion caused the front of her robe to open more with each movement. Her natural breasts fell lusciously away from her chest. Ok, this is your mom for goodness sake, I thought to myself.
"Nick, let me up! My robe!" she wailed.
"Karen, I can't do that. Last time you took a swing at me."
Her robe had fallen completely away from her body and was crumpled to her sides. I stared at one breast, then the other. I glanced between my own legs and saw I had a semi-hard bulge straining against my boxer shorts. I slipped my knees in between her legs and forced them apart while still holding her arms above her head. I looked down and at that moment I swear she could hear my heart beating out of my chest.
I expected her to be wearing shorts, or panties, something else under the robe. but nothing. There she was, my mother's full naked body open before me, a small mound of blond pubic hair capping her treasure. My eye caught a sliver of pink between her spread legs.
My shorts could no longer contain my full erection and my purple veined shaft and loose scrotum spilled from the pee-hole in front. I was afraid my mother would see so I fell down flat on her. My penis pressed against her skin below her belly button and I could feel her pubic hair tickle my scrotum. She wrapped her legs around my midsection and attempted to squeeze the air out of me. This motion only caused me to slip lower on her and I could feel her fluff scratch the tip of my erection.
Every time she squirmed my penis slid lower. She bucked her hips and her hands were still confined by mine above her head. I tried to pull away but she had her legs locked around me. Suddenly, I felt a slippery wetness between her legs. The head of my cock danced around the clitoral area and her moist entrance. God this is so wrong, I thought.
I felt the penetration, subtle at first, my swollen purple head enveloped in her sweet wetness. Our bodies fit together like the last piece in a puzzle. Animal instinct took over and I thrust myself deep, once, twice, three times. I groaned. "Oh god Nick...oh god...oh Nick...Aaghhhnngg," her voice raised two octaves and she sounded like she was choking.
I grabbed my mom, rolled her over, and got between her legs. "Karen...I'm going to take you now," I grunted.
"Oh god, no...no...," she cried.
The tip of my dick pushed against her tender pink tunnel and I entered her from behind about an inch. She was soppy wet yet still tight enough to give my cock resistance.
"Oh fuck me please, fuck me please, fuck me please," she begged, her voice echoing off the wall. I forced myself into her pushing down with all my weight. I drove her down into the chair and against the wall, again, and again, and again.... Her ass jiggled with each pump and she screamed. I reached my arms around her waist and locked my hands. I forced myself hard and deep once more and my cock exploded, filling her with my thick warm fluid.