I'll be the first one to admit, I didn't much care for my stepfather. Although I had recently turned eighteen, I still had a few months before graduation, and then after that I was seriously considering entering into the service for the simple reason of moving out and getting away from a man I despised and had always disapproved of.
Ever since they had gotten married, he and I had been at odds over nearly everything, which had also included a great deal of favoritism over his daughter who was a year older than I was, but thankfully was living on campus at a dorm he was also paying for, so I didn't have to put up with her crap as often as I did either.
And yes, I held some resentment against my own mother because of it, often taking advantage of that whenever I could because I knew deep down inside she too had thought this marriage a mistake, and had married Darrel "Dick" as I called him out of convenience and necessity even knowing that when she did.
But I'm not a total shithead either, though I know I often act like one carrying a grudge on my shoulder most of the time. I often found myself feeling sorry for my mother because she too put up with a lot of things she shouldn't have, but I had once heard her telling a friend over the phone that she'd made her bed, and now she had to learn how to sl**p in it. So as far as I was concerned, "so be it" if that's what she wanted. But I certainly wasn't married to the man, nor did I consider myself his son, or stepson either.
And that was something else that irritated me as well. Mom was still a very attractive looking woman, and for the life of me I could never reconcile the fact that she could marry a balding pot gutted beer drinking idiot like Darrel Dick even though he owned his own business and made a lot of money, none of which I really ever saw as he wasn't very generous with his wealth when it came to me, though again, he could lavish his own daughter with a brand new car, informing mom that he had only done so because his ex-wife couldn't afford to do so, and that Karen needed transportation when she went upstate to attend college, his further excuse being that he wanted her to drive a safe and reliable car so that she could come down often enough to visit with us.
And maybe she did. But a BMW? I don't think so.
And as I said, mom really was an attractive looking woman, the one thing that "Darrel Dick" did admire and appreciate as she really was for him his trophy wife, so he saw to it that she always looked sexy, wore sexy clothes whenever he was around, bought her most everything, some of which she liked and did wear, others that she only wore around the house simply because she knew he'd go off on her if she didn't.
But this too became problematic for me. I couldn't help but look at and notice my own mother whenever I was around her, simply because of what she often wore, and worse, how damn good she looked whenever she did.
A year before, when I had started looking for a part time job in order to give me my own spending money, Darrel the dick had suggested I come to work for him, something my own mother even supported, once again adding to my resentment. The last thing I wanted to do was work for him. Bad enough that he bossed me around the house, telling me to do things that he was too damn lazy to do for himself was one thing, having to work for him, and getting paid at the bottom end of the scale was another. So mainly out of spite more than anything else, I took a job working for one of his competitors which added additional friction between us in the home, not to mention between he and my mother as well, but it was one of my few minor little victories and had a lot to do with what happened, and what suddenly became for me a way to get back at everyone, though I certainly hadn't planned it or even thought about it until the situation simply presented itself.
Because of my job and responsibilities at home, which I did do even though I did so reluctantly and certainly not cheerfully either, I had no time for dating, nor could I really afford to. I rarely went out even with my friends, had only dated a few girls, none of which I had grown or gotten close to, and certainly never brought home either because the two instances in which I had, Darrel the dick had also proven himself to be somewhat of a letch, ogling and fawning over my female friends to the point that it became not only awkward, but actually quite disgusting, and had even made each one of them so uncomfortable afterwards that we never went out again, which was another reason that word got around, further hampering my date-ability, and gave me even more reason for despising the man.
I had gone into work after school at the copy shop where I worked only to learn that the schedule had been changed and that I actually had the night off. Maybe this shouldn't have pissed me off, but it did. Had I of known, I would have made plans to do something, and now I actually found myself having to cancel plans which I'd made for the following Friday night as I'd be working now instead. Needless to say, I drove home once again irritated; my only consolation coming from the fact that Darrel Dick was out of town for a few days on business.
When I pulled into our street, I saw that one of my mother's friends cars was parked in the drive, once again adding to my ever worsening mood as that meant I'd have to find another place to park myself, somewhere along the street, which I soon did, but then f***ed to walk half a block back towards the house fully intending to give mom as well as her friend Michelle a very unfriendly stare when I entered.
Little did I know what awaited me when I started heading around the side of the house towards the back door. It just so happened that my room was downstairs in the finished basement area, as was one other guest room that Karen occasionally used whenever she came for a visit. The odd thing was, the light to that room was on as I glanced down and over towards it. Now being that the windows were below the level of the driveway, I actually had to get down on my hands and knees in order to look in. Though there were blinds on both my bedroom window as well as the guest room, the way they were hung allowed you to see in over the top of them. Curious, I dropped down to the ground peering in, and got the surprise of my life!
On the bed, there in the guest room lay my own mother and her best friend Michelle, they were both naked, and at the moment, had their heads buried between one another's legs.
Stunned, I could only sit there, my mind suddenly a blur full of surprise along with many mixed emotions. The fact that mom was actually laying there licking another woman's pussy was surprising enough, never in a million years would I have ever thought her capable, or even wanting in doing such a thing. I mean obviously she wasn't any sort of prude, or she'd never allowed herself to go out in public wearing some of the semi-revealing outfits that she had, but if she was going to fool around on my stepfather, which I certainly wouldn't find her at fault for doing, I hadn't even considered the possibility that she might do so with another woman, and Michelle no less, one of the few friends of hers I actually liked, and found very sexually attractive.
"Holy fucking shit!" I said softly to myself, struggling with the notion of charging into the house, surprising them, and demanding some sort of an explanation. Neither of which would have bought me anything, which is when I suddenly realized there was an entirely different option here.
I quickly ran back to my car, opened the trunk, and took out my camera's, one with a telephoto lens. One of my hobbies and one of the few things I enjoyed doing and was reasonably good at, was taking photos, and had been doing so for the school paper for throughout high school. Racing back to the window I was relieved to find the two of them still at it, though by now they had changed positions slightly with mom now laying on her back, comfortably positioned while Michelle snuggled up between her legs, still going down on her.
It was perhaps the first time that I could remember seeing my mother's breasts, though I vaguely recalled having done so when I was a k**, but long before they held any sort of interest for me. Now, seeing her laying there the way that she was, they certainly did. Like I said, mom was actually very attractive with dark shoulder length hair, which she always wore down at Darrell's insistence, which did make her look considerably younger than she was. But her breasts were also youthful in their appearance, even for as large as they were, flattened out against her ribcage only a little as she lay on her back, nipples wonderfully full, dark, and at the moment incredibly hard.
I quickly zoomed in on them with my camera, and began taking photos one right after the other, catching every detail, every movement, and every new position as they teased and played with one another for the next half an hour.
I sat there, fully erect, though I struggled with that only for a moment. For one, I was also getting a nice wicked little view of Michelle, a woman also married, though I knew very little about her husband. Two, I wasn't exactly innocent when it came to harboring inappropriate thoughts towards my own mother. Years of her dressing sexily, and provocatively around me had seen to that. And Three, I was watching the two of them together, two women who were obviously enjoying one another in ways I could only begin to imagine...until now.
Having shot quite a bit of film and comfortably sure that I would have more than what I would need for my purposes, I sat back stroking myself, though doing so only for the pleasure of it, purposely refraining from allowing myself to orgasm. That would come later, though even the thought of that, and what I was even considering still held an edge of excited nervousness to it, this was after all my own mother, and how she would initially react just before, as well as afterwards was anyone's guess. But I knew once I had committed myself, there was no backing off. And even the thought of that excited me to no end!
After watching, and even hearing my mother orgasm through the closed window, they soon after dressed, re-straightening and remaking the bed. Even before they had turned off the light and left the room, I was already making my way back to my car where I sat and waited for a short time, finally seeing Michelle backing out of the drive heading home. I gave it a few minutes, and then drove home myself, though I shut off the engine as well as the lights as I coasted into the drive way.
Still not sure of what to expect, or even what I was going to do myself for that matter, armed with what I had, though I had nothing as yet to show her until I could develop the film secretly and safely at school, I entered the house through the back door, doing so quietly, and then stood there in the kitchen listening. The sounds of water running through the pipes in the house alerted me to the fact that mom was no doubt upstairs preparing a bath. Once again I slowly ascended the stairs leading up to their bedroom as well as the bath and stood just outside the closed door listening. I could hear my mother inside happily humming a melodic tune to herself as she fidgeted about, though I nearly jumped as a moment later the bathroom light was turned off, the brightness that had shown beneath the door suddenly growing considerably darker, though immediately replaced with an entirely different light, this one wavering, flickering, so I knew she had lit several candles, which I also now smelled as they began to give off a gentle scent of cinnamon and apples as I stood there outside the door.
I could hear the water still running in the tub, so I tried the handle on the door, though finding it locked which I had expected and anticipated. But this was certainly no deterrent to me, as I'd picked the lock before when Karen had spent far too much time in the bathroom, and I had done so, purposely surprising her, not to mention embarrassing her as she'd hogged the bathroom to herself for far too long than what was necessary, especially since it was the only other bathroom at the time.
It took only a moment, the water still running, masking the tiny click that I more felt than heard as the knob turned in my hand. I eased the door only partially, cracking it, peering in, and once again found myself being surprised.
I saw mom lying in the tub, she'd positioned herself beneath the faucet so that the running water fell, beating against her wide open split. She was far enough down inside the tub that I couldn't even see her head, it was obvious she hadn't plugged it, or she'd have been drowning herself by now, content to just lay there and pleasure herself this way, though I could and did see her hands and fingers holding herself open, her pussy lips parted decadently so as the water splashed, beating against her cunt.
My heart was beating a thousand miles an hour, but I stepped in, quickly taking a seat on the toilet across from her, grateful she hadn't as yet noticed my entry, content for the moment to continue to watch her, not quite wanting to alert her as yet to my presence, waiting for what I hoped would be the perfect moment when I did.
And that moment, came but a few moments later when she started to moan and groan deeply, hovering on the edge of what I now knew to be yet another orgasm.
"Still horny are we?" I asked breaking the silence and revealing my presence to her.
I don't think I've ever seen anyone move so fast in all my life. For as little water as there actually was in the tub, as she suddenly shot back, sitting up, the water went with her, splashing over the back of the tub spilling out onto the floor, the look on her face wild-eyed, shocked, bewildered.
It was perfect, even better than anything I could have hoped for as she scrambled to find a way to cover herself with her hands, though even that for a moment was almost hilarious as there weren't enough arms and hands to cover everything at once as I stood up and made my way over to sit down on the edge of the tub looking directly down at her as she finally found her voice.
"Jake? What the fuck are you doing in here?" she now demanded, though she sounded far more scared, far more embarrassed than mad. The fact that she'd used the word fuck was interesting as well, as I honestly don't think I'd ever recalled hearing her use it before, until now.
"Didn't have to work tonight after all," I informed her, though even that at the moment didn't make any sense, or explain my reason for even being here, not at home maybe, but certainly not inside what had once been a locked bathroom, something I would never have done before, until now.
"What?" she said looking at me, still very confused, still very unsure of herself, though gradually she began to collect her senses as I continued to sit there on the edge of the tub looking at her, enjoying the fact that I was now making her extremely uncomfortable as she tried to hide herself, still failing with the shifting of her arms and hands.
"Got off early," I now added, and then smiled. "But obviously, so did you."
I truly have never seen my mother quite so flustered before. At the moment, I truly don't think she knew which end was up, and so I used that to my advantage, once again speaking to her, confusing her even more.
"That was pretty fucking hot mom," I said staring directly at her near-shaved pussy, the image already forming itself inside my head once again of her laying there, spreading herself beneath the spray of the water. "But not nearly as hot as watching you and Michelle licking one another, now that...was really hot. Really...really hot!"
I could hear the edge of uncertainty and fear quivering in her tone of voice, so much so that she actually dropped her hands, now gripping the side of the tub in order to support herself as she sat there, no longer concerned with the fact that I could now see her entirely, unprotected of herself as she sat there looking like a deer staring into the headlights of a car as she did so.
"You really do have gorgeous tits!" I now added, not letting up, keeping her off balance. "Watching Michelle suck them sure made me horny too," I now told her admitting it openly. "And watching you sucking hers was damn fucking hot too, though I think what made me nearly blow my load was when you masturbated her hard little clit with your breast, now that's something I've never even heard of, let alone imagined two women doing before!"
I honestly think mom was on the verge of passing out.
"What is it that you want Jake?" Mom said finally collecting herself, though I could tell she was no where's near willing to gamble on trying to take control of the situation yet either, not until she knew more about what I knew at least.
"Oh, not much really, nothing to get too horribly upset over, unless you allow yourself to," I added, though I reached over simultaneously, touching the tip of her still hard nipple with my finger, causing her to flinch, which I'd half expected, though I'd also expected her to perhaps slap my hand away, or even take a swing at me, neither of which she did.
All she did was stare at me however.
"You can't be serious!"
"Oh but mother...I am! Very serious, and very horny! Watching you and Michelle doing one another, and then coming in here and seeing you getting yourself off beneath the faucet? You bet I am!"
Once again she just sat there looking at me.
"I can't, and you know we can't," she said weakly, "It's wrong and you know it!"
"Oh, and what you and Michelle were doing is different?" I shot back at her. She melted somewhat hearing that, her shoulders slumping, her grip not nearly as firm now on the edge of the tub as it had once been, but she wasn't about to give up...or give in for that matter yet either.
"Maybe it was," she admittedly softly. "But that would be worse...far worse!" she said once again steeling herself, raising her voice.
"Oh well, too bad," I said standing up, once again seeing the look of confusion in her face, though there was also a look of hopefulness that I was perhaps giving in, giving up and about to leave the room. "Wasn't asking for much, just a little relief, that's all," I said unzipping my fly, reaching in and boldly removing my hard stiff cock, which she now stared at with eyes as big around as saucers. Even I was surprised at my own boldness, though my heart was still beating a thousand miles an hour here, I had reached the point of no return, and there was no going back, not even now. So whatever happened from this moment on would have consequences associated with it, one way or the other.
"Jake," she said though her tone had softened considerably, her eyes still glued to my cock. I could tell she was trying to reason with me, though she was still struggling with how all this had even come to pass in the first place.
"No mother, you need to listen," I said interrupting her, shocking her with the sternness of my tone of voice, which she did, once again just sitting there looking at me, listening.
"Dickhead has all but ruined my social life, not to mention my love-life." I had never called Darrel 'Dick Head' in front of my mother before now, so hearing me do so once again put her on the defensive by the look on her face, though I continued on anyway. "But obviously, you have one, and one I am willing to bet he knows absolutely nothing about!" Which is when I told her about the pictures, that I had sat outside the window and took picture after picture of she and Michelle having such a wonderful time together downstairs there in the guest room.
This time I saw a look of pure fear crossing her face, once again calming her defiance, shaking her to her very core. She knew Darrel's temper, and she also knew because of their prenuptial agreement that he'd insisted on prior to their getting married, that should they divorce, he'd leave her without a damn dime to her name.
This time she slumped down into the tub, defeated, which again left me with mixed emotions though only momentarily. "What is it you want me to do?" she asked now resigned to do whatever it was I asked of her. She hadn't said that exactly, but I could see it in her eyes.
"Well, for starters," I began, "How about sucking me off?"
Though hesitant, certainly reluctant, I expected a half-hearted feeble attempt at best. She had reached out, grasping my cock pulling me towards her as I stepped over closer towards the tub, nearer her mouth.
"If we're going to do this, then we're going to do this," she told me. "Take off your clothes."
Now it was my turn to be surprised. But I began doing so as mom sat in the tub watching me undress. But I also noticed as I did so, that she lifted her hand and began toying with one of her nipples, making it hard once again.
I now stood entirely naked before her, something I hadn't done since I was a k**, and certainly never like this. Even the look on her face had turned different, there was a resigned expression to it yes, but there was also a look of undefined curiosity and wonder as well. Without saying another word, she slowly wrapped her lips around the head of my prick and began gingerly sucking it. I could feel the dance of her tongue tickling the supersensitive crown of my prick's head, something that I'd certainly not expected to feel, expecting as instead a once again half-hearted open-mouthed head fuck and nothing more.
The fact she was good at this, and seemed to be actually enjoying this, nearly brought me to my knees far too soon, and with far more pleasure than I thought possible as she did so.
Once again I reached out, thumbing her now very hard, very erect little nipple with my finger tip, eliciting a soft mewling sound from her as I did so, her lips tightening even more pleasurably around the shaft of my cock, her hand gently cupping my heavy ball sack, kneading it with her fingers, as her lips slowly moved up and down over my shaft.
Though I had stood with my eyes closed momentarily enjoying the sensations that her lips, tongue and mouth was bringing me, I soon opened them, sensing movement, and was glad that I did, as I now watched, mom's free hand moving busily between her legs, frigging her clit. I marveled at how big it actually was, how stiff, hard and swollen it had become, along with the redness of her lips, which had also swollen, now puffy as they filled with desire, pleasure and need.
Normally I had pretty good control, could last quite a while most of the time, but I was already feeling the surge of intense climax beginning to run up the length of my shaft. As it did, I stepped back, forcing mom to release my prick, though looking back now, I'm not sure she would have done so had I not f***ed the issue. But through some warped sense of concern for her perhaps, some measure of mercy for not wanting to f***e her into an even more decadent act, though that very reason was unreasonable in and of itself already, I removed my cock from my mother's mouth just as it exploded. Even then, she reached out towards it, once again finding it, stroking it, and now resigned to jacking it, which she did as I continued to spray massive amounts of cream which she now directed against herself, bathing her beautiful luscious tits with copious amounts of my jettisoned spunk splashing all over them.
I staggered back, once again collapsing down onto the toilet seat. Mom continued to sit in the tub, the water still running, the only sound masking my breath as I fought to catch it. Looking at her, thick pools and gobs of fuck-butter running down between her tits, which she only then lifted her hand to catch, rubbing it into her breasts as I sat there watching her.
"You said for starters..." she suddenly spoke, "Now what?" There was a lusty edge to her words, not to mention the look in her eyes. I was a little surprised to see that, expecting her to take more of a resigned position, a defeated one perhaps even, but she appeared more aroused, obviously still excited more than anything else.
"I want to see you finish what you were doing before I came in here," I said adlibbing it. "I want to watch you get yourself off."
Once again she looked at me, nodding her head. "Ok, but I want you to get me something then," she said simply.
"In the bedroom, my side of the bed, in the nightstand, top drawer..." she paused though she was already sliding back down in the tub, once again positioning herself beneath the pounding beat of the running faucet. "There's a pink dildo, it's hidden beneath some of my handkerchiefs, bring it in to me."
I didn't even think twice about it, dashing from the bathroom into the bedroom naked, already the renewed throbs of interest being felt in my dick as I opened the drawer, searching, though quickly finding the toy she'd told me about, never even suspecting that she had one. But there were others too, also hidden beneath the stack of delicates that she kept there, which I quickly took note of for another time.
Racing back into the bathroom, I handed her the life-like flexible toy prick, this time sitting down on the edge of the tub, watching her as she slowly began easing it into herself.
"Didn't even know you had something like that," I told her already caressing my somewhat flaccid cock.
"Well, up until tonight, there was a lot you didn't know," she told me.
"Touché'," I said in agreement with her.
"And ditto to that too!" she added with a moan as she finally managed to get most of the enormous fat fake prick inside herself.
Once again I watched as mom lay back in the tub, just an inch or two of water surrounding her, her legs propped up on either corner of the tub, spread, the water pounding against her cunt, which now held the majority of the pink prick sticking out of it.
"Play with my tits," she moaned though her eyes remained closed.
This time I didn't have to be asked twice about doing something. I repositioned myself, leaning over in order to do just that, but still maintain a stance where I could watch, watch her humping herself against the water, one hand still spreading herself, the other slowly working the fake prick in and out of her swollen puffy lips that sucked at it like she'd been sucking me earlier.
Her nipples quickly became marble-sized, her areola's scrunching up in a taut hard surfaced area that only helped to lengthen them as I rolled them between my fingers, somewhat pinching and pulling on them as I did so.
"Yes! Yes! That's perfect!" she moaned once again pleasurably. I continued playing with them watching her, watching the water pounding against her cunt until she let go of the dildo still deeply embedded inside herself, now reaching over, once again grasping my re-aroused, hard stiff cock stroking it up and down in perfect tempo with her own upwards humping motion against the faucets spray.
"You going to cum?" I asked expectantly, excitedly, seeing her eyes finally open, the words they spoke in doing so saying yes only a moment before she actually did.
My first clue that she was, was the grip she had on me with her hand. I felt it tighten even more f***efully, though she continued to stroke it, perhaps a bit more wildly, more rapidly in addition to that. The second however, was the deep moan unlike any other that I had ever heard before. It was guttural, long, and exploded from her depths just as the orgasm, which suddenly seized her as she thrashed and convulsed there down in the tub beneath me, once again splashing the bare few inches of water up and over the edge of the tub as she did so.
Her climax enough, to once again trigger my own, unexpectedly and without warning, though the amount of spunk my prick now produced was nothing in comparison to what I had earlier jettisoned.
Feeling the warmth of my fluid suddenly running down and over her fingers, mom sat up, almost as quickly as she had when I'd first surprised her, only this time, her mouth engulfed me, the next pleasurable explosions of my second glorious orgasm disappearing down the velvety smooth opening of her throat as mom milked, sucked and drained every precious little droplet.
"Jake, I told you I'd do whatever you wanted me to do, as long as no one ever found out, or got hurt because of it," mom told me. "But please...please, not this!" she pleaded worriedly.
There had only been two classes that I had had to attend, coming home from school early, one of which had been my photography class, where I had quickly developed the roll of film I had taken, blowing several of the pictures up so there could be no mistaking who it was I had photographed.
"You're exactly right mom," I told her having already shown her copies of all the pictures I had taken. "You did say you'd do whatever I asked you to do, and as long as you do, no one else will be!"
I am sure that after our rather enjoyable session in the bathroom the night before, which mom would once again find herself back in control, at least to some extent, but that wasn't to be the case, which I quickly reminded her of.
"But Michelle's my friend!" She pleaded once again. "She'll hate me after this!" she cried almost desperately.
"Not if we do this the way I told you," I reminded her. "Hate me for it perhaps yes...but I know she won't hate you for it, not as long as we do this the way I told you to do it."
When I saw the same defeated expression come into her face that I had seen the night before, I knew that the argument we'd been having was over, mom was once again surrendering to the inevitable, after all, she really didn't have any other choice.
"As long as you do this exactly the way I told you, there's no reason she'll suspect you were involved with this, and will place all the blame on me, not you. And like I promised, I really do have no intention of actually using this against her, or revealing any of it to her husband, I'm not even going to say that, merely imply it and then let her decide if I might actually do it or not. But don't you tip her off to that either, or then I will!"
I had already told mom that my intent was for her to call Michelle, inviting her over on the pretext of having a bit more fun together, only this time, I would indeed come home unexpectedly on purpose, letting them both know upon walking in and catching them, that I had planned on doing so after having seen them together the night before, and upon overhearing mom speaking to Michelle sexily over the phone, inviting her over. In the midst of all this, and especially if they were both nude and vulnerable, I would then produce the photos, letting Michelle along with my mother know what it was that I had, the idea being that as far as mom was concerned, she was just hearing about it and seeing what I had on the two of them for the first time there together.
I had met Michelle's husband Jeff a handful of times, though he was tall, a few inches more so than I was, he was also gangly and skinny, not at all athletic, let alone menacing, and for the life of me, I couldn't see what she saw in him, but to each his or her own I guess. Michelle was nearly the opposite of that. She was by womanly terms quite voluptuous, certainly not fat or really over weight, she just had a lot of full body to work with, including even larger breasts than my own mother had, pendulous perhaps, without looking grotesque by any means, if anything tantalizing in their own right as I had watched them swaying back and forth as she'd knelt there on the bed with mom fucking her cunt from behind while using a strap-on dildo. It was one of my favorite pictures, and one in which I had blown up exclusively for this as it clearly showed the pleasured expression on her face as she knelt there on the bed looking back towards my mom while being fucked by her.
"Ok, ok...I'll do it, but only as long as you keep your promise that if she fights you on this, you won't f***e the issue, or actually go to her husband with any of these pictures."
"I promise I won't, but only so long as you hold up your end of the bargain," I reminded her. "You act just as surprised as she will be, but you also give in to my demands, letting her know that whatever I say or ask of the two of you, that you're willing to go along with it, just as long as I promise not to tell Darrel about the two of you, which I'll promise not to do, as long as the two of you are willing to do what I want you two to do. If Michelle still refuses at that point, then she's free to go home if she wants, and like I said, her husband will never hear anything about it from me. But she needs to do all that on her own, let her own fears tip the scales one way or the other."
"Ok," mom said softly, once again fully resigned.
"Now, go ahead and make the call, but make sure you sound like you're horny and want to continue more of what the two of you were doing last night. I'll be sitting right here listening, so you'd better sound convincing, or she may wonder if something else is going on, and we certainly don't want that to happen now do we?"
Mom took a few moments to collect herself, and then picked up the phone dialing Michelle's number.
"Hi sweetie! What's up?" Michelle said answering the phone.
"Well me actually!" Mom giggled into the phone, which I was glad to hear her doing. "Been flying higher than a kite all morning long, just thinking about yesterday," she added letting the thought hang there.
"Me too!" came the immediate reply. "I've been trying to get a few household chores done all morning, but my minds been elsewhere," she responded back. "That really was nice."
"Yes it was," Mom responded. "Really nice, I've had a hard time trying to keep from touching myself just thinking about it."
There was a brief pause, and for a moment I was worried that Michelle might not respond as favorably to that as I might hope.
"You too?" came the almost breathless response. "God Shirley," Michelle said calling mom by name, "I've been tempted to pull out my vibrator twice now, just to get a little relief and relive the experience all over again."
"I've already got mine out, I've been sitting here playing with myself, thinking about playing with you, which is why I decided to call you. Thought maybe...wondered, if you'd enjoy coming over for a bit, while we have the time and can be alone to do so."
"You sure? Is it safe enough do you think?" Michelle asked worriedly.
"Yes of course! Like I told you already, Darrel won't be home until Sunday."
"What about Jake?"
"Well he has school of course, and then he told me that he was heading to work directly afterwards, so he won't even be home until well after ten or so this evening."
"Hmm, well maybe..." Michelle hesitated briefly thinking about it. "Oh hell, why not? I've hardly been able to keep from touching myself now anyway, I can be there in about half an hour... that work for you? That will give us a couple of hours before I need to be home and get dinner started before Jeff gets home from work."
"Two hours of bliss would be perfect," Mom assured her, "I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom," she added just as I'd told her to tell her, and then hung up before giving Michelle a chance to comment on that any further.
"Well? Think she'll come?" I asked.
Though giving me a less than friendly smile, she nodded her head. "I'm willing to bet she's already on her way."
"Then I'd better move my car down the street. You'd best get up to your bedroom and get ready for her, get naked like I said, that way she'll be just as anxious to get that way herself without wasting a lot of time in idle gossip or chit-chat."
"Just remember your promise," she said one last time reminding me.
"Just remember yours," I shot right back at her, and then headed outside to move my car.
I sat quietly downstairs in my bedroom, the kitchen area above me. After a while, I heard the back screen door opening and then closing. "Shirley?"
I glanced at my watch, Michelle was a good five or six minutes earlier than I'd actually expected her, which meant that she'd had to have broken a few speeding laws in getting here. "Good, that mean's she's anxious, possibly even horny too!" I thought.
"Up here! In the bedroom!" Came mom's reply.
I then heard the sound of Michelle's footsteps crossing through the kitchen area and then into the living room as she headed up towards the stairs.
"Ten more minutes," I thought to myself, the envelope with the photo's I had taken sitting next to me on the bed. I was already hard, half tempted to stroke it a little, but refrained from doing so. With any luck, I'd soon feel the two of them doing that together!
Ten minutes seemed like an eternity as I sat there, but as I counted down the last few seconds, I snatched up the envelope and quietly made my way upstairs towards the living room. I stood for a moment listening, heard a giggle along with a pleasured sigh, and smiled. If mom did what I'd told her to do, she'd be lying on her back at that very moment with Michelle happily lying between her legs eating her when I came in. The moment I opened the door, mom would of course feign surprise, shock, alarm, and then it would be all up to me after that.
It couldn't have worked out any more perfectly, because that's exactly the way that it happened. I had managed to get all the way to the door, stood listening for a moment wanting to make sure they were in fact doing just that, which upon hearing mom through the door, knew they were doing.
"Oh fuck that feels good!" Mom moaned pleasurably, and somewhat surprisingly, I think she really meant it too by the way she said it, even though she knew I'd soon be coming through that very door.
"I love licking your pussy," Michelle managed to mouth into her continuing to do so, just as I walked in.
"I can see that!" I said from behind, watching the two of them suddenly scrambling, which was pretty amusing at first, the wild eyed look on Michelle's face as she spun around on the bed facing me, grabbing for sheets that wouldn't quite come away in her hand the way that she hoped for, finally giving up, using her arms and hands instead by way of trying to cover herself, neither of which she succeeded very well in doing. And though my mother's face didn't hold quite the same look of surprise and alarm that she'd actually shown me the night before, she was nevertheless just as equally convincing.
"Jake? What are you doing home?" she cried out in alarm.
"Oh my God!" Michelle added to that, shaking her head looking as though she was about to burst out in tears. "Jake...it's not what you think," she began wildly, as though whatever she had to say to me would convince me otherwise.
"Oh? It's not? And what about yesterday?" I tossed out. As they say, for a moment there, you could have heard a pin drop.
"What?" Michelle allowed, now looking even more stunned than ever, which is when I then told my fabricated story, seeing them through the window, about taking the photos, overhearing the phone call and deciding to wait until she'd shown up, parking my car down the street, waiting for the two of them before coming up stairs with the photos, which I then dumped out onto the bed so that each of them could see what I had, and how clearly I had them.
"Oh my God!" Michelle did start crying then as mom went into her promised role, acting fearful, begging me not to say anything to Darrel about this, promising to do whatever I asked of her if I promised not to.
"Anything?" I tossed out though my gaze was currently directed towards Michelle. "What about you?" I then said looking at her as she stared back at me for a moment, then turning her head to look at my mother.
"Please Jake, leave Michelle out of this, I'll do whatever you tell me to do, just as long as you don't say or do anything to hurt her."
That wasn't part of the plan, and I knew it was mom's one and only attempt to try and get Michelle clear of this if she could without coming out and telling her to simply walk away. But if anything, it helped rather than hindered, as Michelle bolstered her own courage to stand by her friend.
"Whatever you want," Michelle said looking towards me. "Just as long as you promise not to say anything to Jeff or to Darrel about any of this!"
Michelle certainly knew of course the animosity and friction that existed between us, so my very real threat to expose all of this to him was even more serious than my exposing her to her husband. Maybe he might eventually accept what she'd been up to, perhaps in a weird sort of way, even condone it, encourage it, want to see it sometime for himself. But she also knew as my mother knew, that should Darrel ever hear about it, and then it would all be over with. And that...she definitely knew.
"I'll tell you what," I began sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I'll agree to keep this all hush hush and quiet, just as long as you two agree to get together with me every once in a while, or let me join the two of you whenever you are if I happen to be around. That's all I really want, just a little naughty pleasure, same as the two of you seem to want to enjoy and have together."
"But she's your mother!" Michelle actually tossed out, "You don't seriously expect her to..."
"It's alright Michelle," mom said calming her. "If you're willing to go along with this, so am I, even if Jake is my son." As she said that, she rolled out of bed, once again acting out the scenario just as we'd discussed it. If things were to get this far, she was to instigate the initial encounter, thus drawing Michelle along and into it with her.
Still somewhat stunned no doubt, Michelle sat there on the bed looking on as mom walked over to me, standing me back up from the bed and proceeded to undo my pants, eventually pulling them down, freeing my cock. I quickly pulled the tee shirt I was wearing up and over my head just as mother knelt down on the floor before me, mouthing and holding onto my rock-hard prick.
"Oh my God! I can't believe we're really doing this!" she exclaimed to no one in particular, then she too rolled off the bed and knelt on the floor beside mom, adding her tongue to my mother's as the two of them began licking and sucking me side-by-side.
I allowed the two of them to lick and suck on me until I was about as hard as I could get, then I enticed them back onto the bed with me.
"Now what?" Michelle asked curiously as we climbed back onto the bed.
"Well what I'd enjoy doing, seeing and feeling, is fucking mom's hot wet cunt here while you lay beneath her and lick it while I am, and perhaps give me a few nice sucks every once in a while too while I'm doing that," I suggested lewdly.
"You ok with this?" Michelle asked my mother.
"Do we really have any choice?" she asked already positioning herself on the bed, but then added surprising us both. "Who knows Michelle, maybe we'll even enjoy it ourselves!"
I almost laughed, but held it in as Michelle gave my mother a crazy look, though she simply scooted beneath her at that point as I in turn took up position behind mom placing the head of my prick against, but not in my mother's cunt.
"You get to do the honors," I told Michelle. "Go ahead, help me fuck my mother!"
It was interesting, seeing Michelle's hand suddenly snaking up between us, grasping my rock-hard prick, and begin to rub it up and down and against my mother's hot slick cunt. The fact that she was, said something as well, there was no hiding her obvious arousal at this point, something that Michelle though slowly, eventually came around to, soon obviously enjoying it as she actually masturbated her own friend with her son's cock, all the while licking and sucking that very same pussy while doing so.
"Put it in!" Mom told her friend when she simply couldn't stand it anymore, and was in fact highly aroused by this time and in need of a nice hard cock filling her cunt.
And Michelle did, guiding it in, pressing it home before I finally took over and allowed the last few inches or so to bury themselves in as deeply as I could. I began slow-motion fucking mom's nice wet pussy, listening as I did so, and even occasionally feeling it as Michelle went to work on mom's clit, the sound of her lips sucking, her tongue flicking, and even the playfulness of her fingers dancing around the two of us as she did so.
And of course, it was only natural at that point that mom now leaned over and began giving Michelle's sweet hot pussy an equally pleasurable dance of the tongue.
Periodically, I felt Michelle reach for and then remove my prick from mom's cunt, licking it, cleaning off mom's sweet sticky juices with her mouth before reinserting it, and going at it again.
"Let's switch, I'd like to do that myself," Mom said suddenly. I was soon fucking Michelle's cunt while mom licked it, and occasionally then also licking me. Unlike the night before, I was managing a little better control, though I had stopped a time or two in order to collect myself or I would have been spewing a fountain of cum all over the two of them, and I wasn't quite ready or willing to do that just yet.
"Ok," I said easing out of Michelle's cunt just before I did. "Now, let's see some nasty naughty girl-girl stuff just between the two of you," I said directing them.
"Like what?" Mom asked curiously.
"Oh, how about some breast fucking for starters," I asked hopefully. "I'd really enjoy seeing that!"
To my surprise, neither one of them had even thought about, or considered doing that before now. They even smiled at one another thinking about it, and then quickly positioned themselves, with Michelle going first, mom on her back legs spread while I knelt between them taking Michelle's tit in my hand, placing it against my mother's clit and began rubbing it back and forth, nipple to clit, nipple to clit, over and over again.
"Damn! That's nice!" Mom actually giggled pleasurably, as did Michelle as I delighted myself with the feel of her breasts in my hand, but also with the knowledge that I was masturbating my own mother's cunt with her best friend's breast.
And as I did that, Michelle reached over, once again grasping my cock and began playing with it, quite delightedly so, though she again spoke when doing it. "You really do promise not to reveal any of this to anyone she asked. Not ever?"
"I promise," I said honestly, enjoying the feel of her hand on me as she continued stroking my prick, just as I continued masturbating my mother's cunt with her friend's tit.
"God Shirley! I still can't believe we're doing this," she added excitedly however. "And I know this is going to sound really strange, especially coming from me, but damn it feels good to actually be doing something like this, you know how Jeff is, wham bam thank you mam and it's over!"
"Yeah, I know the feeling, if I even get that much," Mom moaned back at her enjoying the sensations her friends hard little nipple was giving her, even though it was my hand that was rubbing it against her.
"It just feels so...so...wicked!" she actually grinned then.
"Oh yeah, just like this does," mom said as she began to climax, the sound of her first pleasures filling the room.
Even I had to admit to being exhausted by the time Michelle left in order to fix dinner for her husband, but the wicked horniness I still felt wasn't.
"Just wear your bathrobe, if you're going to wear anything at all," I had told my mother.
"Because we're not done yet," I told her plain and simply. "There's still a few things I've been thinking about, stuff I've fantasized about before that I might like to see or do yet."
I saw the nervous, excited flush spread across her face, maybe she had thought that after everything we'd done that that would be it, but in telling her what I did, she knew now that it wasn't, and by the look on her face, I could already tell she wasn't all that disappointed in hearing that, especially when she just threw her robe on and went down stairs into the kitchen to begin preparing something for dinner.
After taking a shower I came into the kitchen while she sat cutting up some vegetables for the salad she was preparing. Knowing she was still obviously naked beneath her robe suddenly began to arouse me as I sat there watching her.
"What?" she said looking at me, though she smiled when she realized I was literally staring at her.
"Open your robe so I can see your tits," I told her. She blushed furiously, which was erotic to see as I knew she was still struggling with this on the one hand, yet undeniably excited on the other, even if she wasn't willing to verbally admit it, just her actions were enough as she quickly undid the sash keeping her robe closed, allowing it to open now as she sat there and went back to chopping up some celery.
Feeling my cock stiffen, I soon unzipped my Levi's fishing it out and began petting myself as I sat there. It didn't take long for her to notice the subtle movement of my hand beneath the table as I sat across from her.
"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" she asked inquisitively, somewhat surprised that I actually was, but as I merely smiled at her, answering her question, she grinned at that, though continued on with her preparations as I sat there taking in her exposed breasts which I now noticed had twin hard little nipples now protruding away from them.
"You know what kind of salad I think you should make?" I then asked still stroking my cock even more obviously now.
"A cunt-cumber salad."
"What kind of salad?" she asked, but she'd heard me, her face suddenly beet red as I grinned wickedly at her.
"See that cucumber?"
"You can't be serious."
"Oh but mother, I am! I am! And don't you think it has a nicely thick shape and length to it?" I asked her as she actually picked it up as though hypnotized by my suggestion. "Go ahead, try it," I urged.
Hesitantly at first, she held the cucumber in hand, and then placed it between her legs beneath the table. Wanting to see this, I stood, and in doing so revealed to her my hard stiff erection that was already dripping with precum, which had bubbled out on the end of my dick.
"Scoot your chair back so that I can see."
She quickly did so, the fat green prick sticking out of her pussy looking wonderfully obscene as she slid back across the floor revealing herself to me as I stood there.
"That's it, now fuck yourself with it while I watch you."
"I can't believe you're making me do this," she breathed deeply though her hand began moving the cucumber in and out of herself while she sat there. But the truth was, I wasn't making her do anything, I had merely suggested it, but as I stood there, I realized that she was obviously more than willing to do so as long as she perceived that she was being f***ed to do so, and thus could do it, and even enjoy it as long as felt like she had no real choice in the matter.
"Feel good?" I then asked, watching her as she nodded her head yes without verbally admitting it. "Looks good too!" I stated smiling to myself as she lifted one hand up towards her breast, tweaking her own nipple. "Now try the carrot."
This time she didn't even hesitate, slipping out the now sticky coated cucumber that was already heavily smeared with her juices and exchanged that with the skinned, fat-sized carrot which she now slipped inside herself and began masturbating with that.
"Oh yeah, that's hot," I said grinning at her, walking over to stand in front of her now, still working my own cock up and down, leaning over just enough to rub the head of it across one of her breasts, smearing her nipple with my juices, and then watching her as she immediately fingered it, once again pleasuring her nipple though using my own slick lubrications to do so with.
Even I had to admit, this was becoming even more wickedly erotic than I had imagined it might be when we'd started out, and by the look and expression on my own mother's face as she sat there pleasuring herself with the carrot, fingering her breast, she was feeling it too.
"Try some of the lettuce against your clit," I now urged her. Her eyes lit up at that one though she looked somewhat confused.
"You heard me," I said a bit f***efully, not wanting her to get cold feet about doing this now. "Take some lettuce, pat your clit, your lips with it, and use the cucumber again too," I instructed her, giving her a reason to do so as she obviously had enjoyed the feel of the cucumber she'd been using even more so than the carrot.
I think she surprised herself, as well as me, as she began doing so, finding the sensation of the green-leaf lettuce rubbed against her clit to be as decadently enjoyable as it was. She shredded several large sections of it, using them all in this way, and then added them to the bowl as I instructed.
"Ah yes, our cunt-cumber salads coming along just fine now," I teased her. "Try some of the miniature tomatoes now, rub them up and down your split, get them all nice and creamy and then add them to the lettuce."
It was easier now. Whatever I told her to do, she did. And I could also see as she did it, she was getting more and more aroused, as well as closer and closer towards orgasm. All that remained was the cucumber as she sat there pummeling her cunt furiously with it now, though occasionally leaning forward to wrap her lips around the head of my dick while doing so.
"Come on it!" I soon urged her, hearing the sound of her excited breath starting to pant, her moans getting deeper, throatier as she neared ever closer and closer towards climax. Her fingers were now twirling her clit furiously as she fucked herself with the cumber, until she suddenly screamed out her delight, her orgasm seizing her, taking control. I waited until she'd calmed down once again collecting herself, smiling as her eyes met mine.
"Very nice, now slice it up and put it in the bowl."
We added some croutons along with the sliced carrot peelings to the mixture. "Still can't believe you made me do this," she said a moment or two later, though she tossed her salad happily, mixing it all together.
"Ready to add the dressing?"
This time her face really did light up when she looked at me, realizing what I was suggesting. But without saying another word, she reached out grasping my still very hard cock and began jacking it, holding it over the now nicely tossed salad.
Having watched her fucking and playing with herself for as long as I had been, I knew that when I came, I would add a considerable amount of special dressing to the salad, which I soon did. Gleefully, mom continued jerking me, giggling even as she directed the spray of spunk spurting from my prick across the top of the salad until it had a pretty nice coating sticking to it. She even shook it off, ensuring the last little driblet of my spending was included.
"Damn," she said half laughing, shaking her head as she sat admiring her creation.
"Such a waste!"
"I don't think you wasted a thing," I said pleasurably only then stepping back to admire her handy work.
"Not you, the salad!" she laughed looking at our creation together.
I then confused her further, tearing off a strip of saran wrap covering the bowl, placing it inside the refrigerator.
"What are you doing?"
"Didn't you tell me that Darrel rarely if ever goes down on you, and even then, only long enough to ensure that he's going to get a bit of a blowjob out of it himself?"
"Oh my God Jake, you can't be thinking what I think you're thinking!" she said genuinely aghast at what I was intimating here.
"Just think of it as a naughty little way to get back at him a little," I pressed. "You know how much Darrel loves eating salad, so now...you can delight in the fact that he's finally really eaten your pussy, whether he knows it or not."
"But the...but the..."
"Just add a little ranch to it. He'll never even know."
I don't know if she actually served it to him or not. I didn't stick around for dinner on Sunday evening after Darrel came home for his trip, though Monday morning I noticed the Salad was no longer in the fridge. Mom came down into the kitchen just before I headed out for school, though once again only having a couple of classes that I had to attend before heading off to work that afternoon myself.
"How was dinner?" I asked.
She just smiled without elaborating. "You're going to be late," she said still standing there grinning at me.
I don't know if she did, or she didn't, but I wish I'd been there on the one hand just in case she had.
"Oh, by the way, Darrel told me that Karen is coming down for the long weekend next Friday," she informed me.
"Oh wonderful," I said sarcastically. The odd thing was, I actually did like her a little, and by the way she often teased or flirted with me, I got the impression she didn't mind being around me either, though she still had an uppity side to her that she continued to express, letting me know as she did so that she still thought herself more important and better than I was. The fact that she enjoyed showing her body off at me whenever she could get away with it, and knowing or rather thinking that I would never actually do anything about it, had been a slightly annoying little game she loved playing with me. As I headed off to school, I began thinking how I could turn the tables on her, and smiled inwardly as I began to formulate a plan.