Daniel:
The following day, I found it extremely awkward to hang around Alex as I was terribly jealous and angry with him. He had crossed a line with my mother which was unacceptable to me. Oh, really? A little mocking voice in my head said before reminding me that I had been masturbating the entire night to the illicit bathroom scene so permanently seared into my head. Was that how someone who finds this matter unacceptable is supposed to behave? Damn you, my guilty conscience.
Luckily, Alex made very little conversation throughout school period. He seemed rather content spending his time in class gazing dreamily out the window with a permanent blush on his cheeks. I had no doubt what was on his mind. I had no doubt what was on my mind either - I wanted to smack him so bad.
When the final school bell rang, I decided, I needed to put a stop to things.
“Hey Alex,ummm, I think you should stop coming to my house for a while. My father thinks it’s weird you’re coming almost every day.”
Alex looked like he had just been slapped. “Oh… I see,” he said. Yes! I thought to myself, mission accomplished. Alex continued, “I’ll make sure to go home earlier, before he gets back from work.” Fuck…
I spent the bus ride home pondering whether this was worth ending our friendship for. It was starting to look like that was the only move I could make to stop him from following me home permanently. What would I tell my mother if I did? She had really warmed up to Alex. Also, there was the matter of the PS3. Bye-bye Alex means bye-bye awesome games. My afternoon life will be reduced back to surfing the net aimlessly and reading the same books for the umpteenth time. “Hey, check this out,” Alex suddenly interrupted my thoughts and pulled out another new Game disc. The fucker knows my weakness for fantasy RPGs.
When the school bus dropped us in front of my home, I was still at a dilemma, but already my insides were stirring with anticipation of what might happen today. What the hell is wrong with me? We entered the house and my mother walked out of the kitchen to greet us.
Holy shit… She was wearing a sleeveless knee length floral spring dress, showing only a little of her enticing white thighs above her knees. Luckily it had a high cut neckline, showing none of her cleavage at all, though her ample breasts were alluringly outlined against the thin fabric. I was floored. I don’t believe she had worn a dress in years, usually favoring shorts and pants. Alex too, was sucked in by the view. It would probably be the first time he saw my mother in a dress.
“Daniel, Alex, go take a shower first okay? Lunch will be ready soon,” she said cheerily.
I watched Alex slowly unpack the clothes he had brought over from his school bag and head off to his favorite downstairs bathroom. Instead of heading upstairs to bathe right away, I checked to make sure my mother was still in the kitchen. She was at the stove stirring a pot of soup. It didn’t look like she’s planning to jump in the shower any time soon. In fact, she looked freshly bathed. Satisfied, I ascended the stairs to the upstairs bathroom.
Lunch was a standard affair, with mother urging us to eat more and asking about school. At least she wasn’t heaping meat on Alex’s plate. That would give me an instant heart attack. Alex was more sociable than he was for the past months. However he kept throwing pleading glances towards my mother. They were curtly ignored. I marvelled at my mother’s ability to set the ground rules and stick to them. True to her word, it would seem that yesterday would be the last time Alex would get to shower with my mother.
For one thing I was pleased. Things were getting back to the way it used to be. For another, I was sorely disappointed. All the porn in the world now seems to pale in comparison to the recent live shows in my downstairs bathroom. Why oh why did it never occur to me to record the events on video? Nice going genius, I told myself.
Alex, being the stubborn guy that he is, never stopped coming over to my house despite there being no more action to be had. Even though I was convinced that my mother had put a stop to any more hanky-panky between them, something else seemed to be blossoming. Alex was gradually shedding his shyness and awkwardness and was going out of the way to socialize with my mother as often as he can. As the months went by I was again spending my entire afternoons mashing buttons alone in front of the TV while Alex made himself useful, helping my mother around the house and taking the opportunity to converse with her. Soon, he was talking to my mother more than I did. Frankly, I was annoyed that my own friend was spending more time with my mother than me.
Still, there were some silver linings from this predicament. My mother had started dressing more femininely and my father was taking notice. I often had to retire to my room early out of embarrassment of their blatant display of affections. Several nights a week, when I came out of my room to brush my teeth and prepare for bed, my parents were already at it in their bedroom. I could tell from the creaking bedsprings and the vague sighs and moans emanating from the adjacent bathroom wall.
Life went on pretty much the same until next year, when Alex and I were 16 and studying in secondary 4. We were no longer in the same class as my academic performance had faltered. And by faltered I mean completely down the toilet. My parents were understandably distressed. Out went the PS3 and Alex’s visitation rights.
From day one, I was to come home straight after school for lunch and after a short rest, it was off to the tuition center where I would attend extra classes from 2 to 6pm every weekday. My parents agreed that I should have the weekends off, thank God for that.
I lost touch with Alex, made some new friends, and even found a girl I like. Life was looking up. I was busy as hell, but I couldn’t be happier. Alex’s name never popped up in my head until one night when I was downstairs making myself a hot cup of Milo, knowing full well that my parents were rutting upstairs in their room. I wanted to postpone brushing my teeth until they were done. My mother’s cellphone which she had left in the kitchen lighted up and buzzed for attention. It was an instant message… from Alex Xu…
Daniel:
His message didn’t make sense to me so I scrolled up to try to find out more about what he was trying to say. I was blown away by how much my mother and Alex had corresponded during the past months. It seemed to have started last year when he was still coming over from school. Most of the earlier messages were the sharing of common thoughts and opinions. I scrolled back down the message log. There were messages from the time when my last year’s results came in and my parents changed some ground rules.
(May) I’m sorry about this.
(Alex) It’s no problem. I understand that I was a distraction to Daniel.
(May) It’s just for now. You can start coming here again once Daniel gets his grades back up.
(Alex) Won’t you miss me?
(May) Ha. You sure it’s not the other way around?
(Alex) I didn’t say it wasn’t.
(May) It will probably do you good. You can start looking for a girlfriend.
Then, a large bulk of messages later, there was some of Alex asking my mother for advice.
(Alex) Aunty, I need some advice.
(May) Yes dear? Finally found a girlfriend?
(Alex) Wah! How you know? Have you been stalking me?
(May) I was just guessing. So who is she?
(Alex) ummm…she’s my classmate. But she’s not the one I wanna talk about.
(May) Oh? What’s the problem then?
(Alex) Well… there is another person I fancy.
(May) Alex! Don’t go chasing everything with a skirt!
(Alex) No la Aunty. The thing is, my current girlfriend kind of surprised me with the proposal to be an item. All I could think of at that moment was all the times you told me to get a girlfriend, so… I accepted.
(May) So you don’t like her?
(Alex) I like her. She’s a nice girl. But I don’t like her in that special way. Not like this other person.
(May) Haha. Who is this other person who stole Alex the Great’s heart?
(Alex) Ummm, she’s an acquaintance of my girlfriend. She reminds me of someone special I was in love with once.
(May) Oh Alex. I suggest you get to know both girls better first. Who knows? You might have a change of heart and find that your current girlfriend is the one you want in the end.
(Alex) Okay Aunty. Thanks.
More benign conversation followed. I continued scrolling down until I find something interesting.
(May) Alex, how are you?
(Alex) The same I guess. Haha. How are you?
(May) Lonely. Daniel is studying for exams and Uncle is away on a business trip.
(Alex) Don’t you have any friends?
(May) When you grow up and get married Alex, your friends will eventually drift apart.
(Alex) No family?
(May) They’re out of state, in my hometown.
(Alex) You better get Uncle to take you out when he gets back to make up for this.
(May) I don’t know. He seems to be losing interest in me again.
(Alex) How is that possible?
(May) Hey, when you’re married for 16 years, things start to get stale.
(Alex) Sooo… he’s growing stale? Because it can’t be you.
(May) Haha. I mean we just get comfortable around each other.
(Alex) Hmmm… What are you wearing?
(May) Alex! That is inappropriate.
(Alex) You’re back to wearing baggy clothes again aren’t you?
(May) They’re comfortable.
(Alex) Skirts can be comfortable.
(May) Dressing up is so troublesome.
(Alex) I remember you used to dress up back when I was around. How was Uncle’s ‘interest’ then?
(May) … Point taken.
Okay… that was a little too close to creepy for comfort. But come to think of it. My mother’s daily attire did completely revert back to T-shirts and pants after Alex stopped coming. And then all of a sudden, lately when I came back from tuition classes, she would greet me in cute baby doll and spring dresses or skirts and tops, most of which I have never seen her wear before. She must have gone shopping. Shrugging, I continued scouring her inbox.
(May) Hey, how is your relationship going?
(Alex) Fine. How is Uncle’s interest level?
(May) Haha. Fine.
(Alex) Seriously?
(May) Yes. Changing my wardrobe works.
(Alex) You ready to take it to the next level?
(May) What next level?
(Alex) Lingerie.
(May) Alex, you naughty boy. I’m not discussing this with you.
Creep alert. I’m seeing Alex in a whole new light here. Moving on.
(Alex) Aunty. SOS.
(May) What’s wrong?
(Alex) I need help.
(May) Are you in trouble?
(Alex) Umm… not exactly.
(May) Tell me what’s wrong.
(Alex) I need to acquire birth control pills. Can you tell me how?
(May) Alex! What have you done?
(Alex) I just lost my virginity. Yay.
(May) Oh God. But, you’re so young…
(Alex) I’m 16. Some guys I know got laid by 14.
(May) This is not right. You should be focusing on your studies now. There will be plenty of time for this later.
(Alex) If you’re not going to help, then just say so.
(May) Alex, I don’t mean it like that.
(May) Alex?
Fuck me. Alex had sex. At least I know it’s not with my mother. I wonder who is his lucky girlfriend? Maybe he told my mother. I need to continue looking through the messages.
(May) Alex, I’m sorry. It wasn’t my place to tell you what to do. I just care for you. I got pregnant with Daniel when I was very young and it placed a lot of opportunities beyond me and Uncle’s grasp. I don’t want the same thing to happen to you.
(Alex) I’m sorry too. I was desperate and lost my temper. Sorry Aunty.
(May) Do you still need the pills?
(Alex) It’s alight. She found a way to get it.
(May) Your girlfriend?
(Alex) Ummm… no.
(May) Oh Alex.
(Alex) I know. I’m the worst.
(May) You need to come clean with your girlfriend.
(Alex) It will hurt her. She and my girlfriend are very close.
(May) Then you must stop seeing this other girl.
(Alex) I don’t want to. I think I have feelings for her. Don’t worry Aunty. I’ll figure this out.
(May) I hope so.
Interesting. It would seem from the following messages; life went on as usual after that. Then I came upon another segment of messages. They were fairly recent.
(Alex) So, did you upgrade you underwear?
(May) I don’t know what you’re talking about.
(Alex) I just got a few new pairs of lingerie for my sex friend. She looked so good in it. I immediately thought about you and how Uncle will surely enjoy it.
(May) Okay! Okay! I’ll see what I can do. Just stop talking about it already.
And then I got to the most recent messages.
(May) Okay. You win. Uncle owes you his gratitude even though he doesn’t know it. I’ve never seen him so energetic.
(Alex) Eh? I wonder why?
(May) Very funny. It’s because of the lingerie.
(Alex) I told you so.
(May) Okay, Okay, I should never have doubted you.
(Alex) I’m glad you said that.
(May) Oh dear.
(Alex) Because, I’m going to tell you where to go from here.
(May) I am already regretting this. Me and my big mouth.
(Alex) Are you shaven down there?
(May) Goodbye Alex!
And finally, I got back to the message whose arrival caused me to invade my mother’s privacy.
(Alex) Hey, still ignoring me? Look, don’t just take my word for it. Let Uncle decide.
Upstairs I hear my father roar in climax.
Thank you all for your kind words. I will be taking a trip this weekend so I might not have a chance to update for a couple of days. Just a heads up.
Daniel:
For days after I chanced upon the SMS conversations between my mother and Alex, I was plagued by frequent bouts of arousal attacks. Left alone, my mind would inevitably wander back to those messages. The question of what else they might be doing behind me and my father’s backs would claw at my insides. My imagination would then come forward, enumerating one possible scenario after another, each more explicit and more deliciously wicked than the last.
Were they meeting? Chatting on skype? Has he been coming over in the afternoons when my father was at work and I was at tuition? What would they be doing if he did? The image of my mother taking Alex’s hand, with the lustful look I had seen once almost a year ago emblazoned across her face surfaced in my mind. She turned and led Alex straight towards the special bathroom.
Imagine having that thought invading your mind every few minutes throughout the week. I dealt with it the only way I knew how, pumping my engorged cock furiously with my hands in the privacy of my room. By Saturday, I was practically a zombie, having cummed the life out of my balls. I wasn’t even capable of ejaculating anymore. My balls were drained. What little seed it managed to replenish every night would end up caking my sheets the first thing in the morning.
It was that Saturday afternoon while I was in my room, trying to study when the thought of Alex and my mom entered my head again. Immediately, my heart rate went up a notch and my very sore dick began to stiffen. Just as I was about to put my right hand down my pants, my mother burst into my room, her eyes strained with panic. My hand shot right back up the desk.
“Daniel! Come quick! Alex is in the hospital!” She cried.
“Uh…. Alex?” I carefully replied, keeping in mind that I had not seen Alex for months. I thought by acknowledging his name, it would sound suspicious.
“Your school friend! Come on! We’re going to see him.”
Since my dick had deflated out of shock when she surprised me, I was able to stand and follow her down the stairs. Throughout the drive to the hospital, I studied my mother’s worried face. Should I be worried that she was showing so much concern for a school friend who I wasn’t even close to anymore? I could not help but feel a little jealous that she was caring for Alex like he was her own son. I did not have other siblings so I had never had to vie for my parent’s affections before. Now, faced with the predicament for the first time, my emotions were in a flux.
The nurse at the counter brought up Alex’s file on a computer and directed us to his room. There was a pretty woman, not much older than my mother sitting outside in the corridor beside Alex’s room. She looked like she had seen better days. Her weariness showed on her face as was her worry. She rose to face us when she saw us approaching.
“Ummm… are you here for Alex?” She said cautiously.
“Yes. My son Daniel here and Alex are friends. We came as soon as we heard,” My mother replied.
“Oh, you must be May. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
“Are you Alex’s mother?”
“Hmm? Oh, no. I’m… his girlfriend’s mother.”
“Oh…”
I watched as the women paused and gazed at each other, as if exchanging a silent understanding. It struck me then that they were both very similar in looks. I would have mistaken them for sisters if seeing them for the first time.
“Ummm, so how is he?” My mother broke the silence.
“It’s not as bad as it seems. He’ll be fine. Go ahead in.”
Not bad as it seems she says… Inside the room, Alex lay on his bed with half a dozen stitches and twice that number of bandages labeling him from head to toe. He didn’t seem conscious. My mother let out a small gasp and froze at the door when she saw him.
After a minute of staring, my mom found her voice. “Daniel, stay here with Alex okay, mummy needs to talk with this aunty,” she said.
She closed the door behind her without even waiting for my reply. I hesitantly stepped forward and placed an ear on the door. The voices were low, but I could make out more or less what they were saying.
“Tell me what happened.” My mother said.
The woman did not answer right away. “My husband caught us.” She finally replied after an uneasy pause.
“You… slept… with Alex?!”
“Yes… I was weak. The temptation was too much.”
“Where is your husband now?”
“I don’t know. He drove off after he had stopped hitting when he realized Alex wasn’t moving.”
The woman started choking bitterly on sobs. She cried for some time while my mother was silent. Eventually, she spoke again. “I need to go. I should be home if my husband gets back.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’ll be okay… my husband can’t afford a divorce. Besides, it’s not like he never slept around before.”
“What about your daughter?”
“She doesn’t know. She doesn’t have to know. I’m sorry, but could you take care of Alex?”
My mother did not answer but I imagined she must have nodded. What else would my kind-hearted mother do?
We stayed by Alex until his family arrived to take over his care. My mother used the same explanation as with the other woman, pointing out that Alex was my friend and that she was here just to accompany me. My annoyance evaporated when I set eyes on Alex’s mother. Mrs. Xu had an adorable oval face and a lean and fit body. Her curves weren’t as pronounced as my mother’s but they were there alright. They looked more sculpted, giving her body the tighter look of a younger athletic woman. She had a light creamy tan tone to her skin which somehow makes her look more vibrant.
Mrs. Xu hugged my mother tearfully, thanking her for coming. Introductions were exchanged. ‘Andrea’ was revealed as Alex’s mother’s name. To my disappointment, all I got was a grateful handshake as opposed to her cute pert breasts squashing onto my chest. No matter. I was still growing hard.
Daniel:
The next day, I was off to school and then back for lunch and a short nap as usual. As I hopped off the bus, I spotted a Honda Civic parking in front of my house gates. Just as I was entering past the stainless steel bars, the owner of the car exited my front door, courteously ushered by my mother.
“Oh, hi Daniel. I’ve just dropped off Alex. He’s inside with your mother.” Andrea greeted me.
That was a poor choice of words on her part. A torrent of inappropriate images of my mother with Alex washed over my consciousness.
“Daniel? You okay?” Andrea said.
“Uh.. yeah… I’m okay Mrs. Xu.”
“Okay. I’ve got to go. Tell your mother thanks again. She’s such a sweet person.”
I nodded but did not offer a reply. I was too busy admiring Andrea’s tight slim body clad in a full business suit. The skirt was modestly over the knees, but the fabric hugged her nubile figure snugly enough to leave little to the imagination.
“Daniel, come on in. Lunch is ready!” My mother called out from the doorway, saving me from drooling like a dog in the middle of our driveway.
Alex had already made himself comfortable on the couch. A plethora of bandages still clung on to him pitifully. “Alex’s mother asked if I could look after him as she has to work,” my mother explained over lunch. “It will only be until he recovers.”
I began to wonder where Andrea got the idea to ask my mother for this favor. Glancing at Alex, who had declined to lunch with us as he had already eaten, I caught him quickly diverting his gaze from our direction. Something was up, my gut told me as I unappetizingly filled it with rice and vegetables.
Understandably, I could not sleep, so I skipped my nap and hung about the living room, much to Alex’s annoyance. The small talk I started died off after the five minutes. There was hardly anything to sustain a conversation when his mind was obviously somewhere else.
By 1:30pm, I was out the door again, heading towards the bus stop where I will catch a ride to my tuition center. Yeah right. Fuck tuition. Something else was afoot and I was going to get to the bottom of it. I turned back and snuck back through the gate. Quietly, I fished out my keys and crept up to the door.
My stealthy entrance into my own home was without a hassle. Unlike the video game characters in all the stealth games I played, this didn’t feel heroic at all. The tension was unbearable. I peered cautiously around the wall of the foyer into the living room. Empty. For an injured person, Alex is awfully quick on his feet. I haven’t even been out for ten minutes.
Where oh where could Alex have gone to? Silly question. Where else? I made my way to the back of the house, grabbing the tallest stool I could find and fishing out the hand mirror out of my mother’s handbag along the way. Just as I was going to let myself out the back door, I heard a funny noise coming from upstairs. No way… I thought to myself as I dropped the stool and headed for the stairs.
My heart rate climbed steeply with every step I took up the stairs. When I got to the second floor, it was obvious to me that muffled voices were coming from the guestroom. The door was shut tight. Luckily, my own room shares a common bathroom with the guest room. As I made the little detour, I silently prayed that the guestroom’s bathroom door was not closed as well. Turns out, it wasn’t. It was slightly ajar. More than enough to slip the hand mirror between the gap while I remained plastered to the bathroom wall, watching.
Alex has my beautiful mother pinned on the bed, hands holding her wrists to the sides of her head, mouth clasping on mouth. My mother was either moaning or making sounds of protest into Alex’s mouth, I couldn’t tell which. Was he raping my mother? I searched for clues indicating that my once upon a time friend had lost it, like all those times he just went berserk and started clobbering people.
Alex relented his oral onslaught just as I was considering to burst into the room and pull him off my Mother. He rose to catch his breath but his arms still held my mother’s wrists down.
“Aleeeexxx… please, no…” my mother panted, “this is wrong…”
“I’m sorry Aunty. I cannot tahan anymore.”
“Let go of me Alex! Now!”
Even I can’t remember the last time my mother used her stern voice. She was always so soft spoken. Alex was taken aback. Sheepishly, he climbed off her and my mom sat up quickly to compose herself. She was still fully clothed in her short sleeved blouse and stylish pink flared skirt, but her face was red and her eyes were glassy with arousal. It began to dawn on me just how easily my mom could get aroused by Alex. Around him, she always looked so sexual. What she was doing must require a tremendous amount of self-control.
“I… I’m sorry Aunty… I don’t know what..” Alex croaked.
“It’s alright. It’s normal. You’re just very impulsive.” My mother replied with a flustered cracked voice of her own.
“I’m sorry.”
“I said nevermind. Thanks for stopping.”
An awkward silence punctuated by constant heavy breathing ensued.
“I thought you have a girlfriend.” My mom spoke again.
“I, I’m having problems with her family. I think it’s best I break things off with her.”
“I think it’s best as well. What were you thinking, having an affair with her mother?”
Alex gaped with my mother in shock. “H, how… did you know?” He stammered.
“I met her mother at the hospital. I think she was the one who admitted you for treatment.” My mother explained.
“Oh…”
“What ‘Oh’? How could you? Did she seduce you?”
“No… the other way around.”
“Why?”
“I dunno. I couldn’t control myself. She reminds me of you.”
“Alex… I know you have these feelings, but it will pass.”
“What if it doesn’t?”
“It will.”
“I don’t want it to.”
“Alex…”
“Okay, okay, I get it. Why do you think I’m so desperate in finding someone else? I’m hoping these feelings will pass too!” He suddenly shouted.
“You can’t go around seducing married women.”
“Ya lah. I know that now. I’ll just go get some prostitutes or something.”
“That’s not the way.”
“Then what is? I’m so horny, I think I’m going to die…”
Another awkward silence was born, this one longer than the last.
“Lie down.” My mother said with a barely audible voice.
“Wha?”
“Lie down on the bed.”
Alex didn’t argue further. My mother rose to her feet and let Alex position himself comfortably. She sat down beside him at the edge of the bed, then bent down and kissed him on the lips. Oh mummy, no… I groaned inwardly when I realized one of my forbidden fantasies was about to come true.
“Aunty…” Alex sighed.
“Shhh… stay still.” My mother whispered.
She sat up again and her delicate soft fingers moved to his crotch where they fumbled with the bindings. Alex had clammed up obediently and was looking down at my Mother’s activity with nervous anticipation. I myself was going sick with arousal and angst. My mother gently pulled Alex’s pants and boxers a little ways down his thighs, allowing his fat meaty pole to spring up in salute. I could see the momentary wavering of the willpower in her eyes.
After retrieving her countenance, she placed her hands around his mighty shaft.
“Ohhhhh…Aunty May!!!” Alex moaned in delight and writhed on the bed when my Mother languorously slid her smooth supple palms slowly up and down his erect penis. I do not know if she realized that her mouth had slightly gaped open as she stroked Alex’s pulsating slab of boy-meat. After a few more minutes of this, her visage changed. Her eyes became glazed with lust and she bit her lower lip, pulling off an incredibly naughty look. Her hungry eyes remained locked on the magnificent cock before her where her hands were sliding up and down around it at an increasing pace.
Alex, God damn him, was groaning left and right joyously on the pillow. My own hand had finished pushing down my shorts and was searching frantically for my own hardness. The wet smacking sounds reached my ears, causing me to strain my eyes to focus on my mother’s jacking hands. They were glistening with fluid, and so was Alex’s hard cock. It’s his pre-cum, I realized as my own slickness lubricated my feverish wanking.
Alex suddenly arched his hips off the bed with an uncontrollable gasp and his fountain of youth burst forth, spurt after glorious spurt. Most of it splattered the surroundings, but some on it clung to my mother’s face and blouse. My mother released Alex’s cock and stared at her slickly seeded hands with disbelief. For a moment, I thought that she was going to lap it up. She certainly looked like she wanted to. My mind certainly went ahead and imagined her doing so anyway. I came hard.
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Daniel:
I’m seeing sparks. Those eventually faded and my vision returned, first blurry, then it gradually cleared up. What the hell happened? I wondered, looking around the bathroom, then down on my flaccid dick shriveled into my clasped hand, slick with warm seed. Following the slight trail of semen on the floor, my eyes caught sight of the wad of sperm I had shot across the floor onto the toilet seat. If this was basketball, it would have been a rebound.
My fuzzy brain slowly restored my memories, and I remembered the events of the last few minutes. Hell, my right arm was still extended against the wall, holding the handy pocket mirror which I had used to facilitate my voyeuristic efforts.
I adjusted the mirror angle to catch another peek into the guestroom. My mother was standing and walking around, seemingly looking for something. Her hands were still held up before her, caked with cum. I realized she was looking for a way to clean her hands. What if she decided to come into the toilet to wash it off? Fuck!!!! I crept sideways as quietly as I can to the other door leading to my room.
Why do I feel like I am forgetting something? Quickly, I looked around. Shit! The white gobs of my fresh seed were left pretty distinct on the toilet seat. There is no way my mother would miss it should she come this way. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What do I do?
There was no time. I ducked into the safety of my room and waited for the inevitable scream which would signal the discovery of my babymakers. A minute passed, then another. Five minutes ticked off. Nothing happened.
Cautiously I peered into the bathroom. The coast was clear and the damning evidence of my presence was still splotched conspicuously on the toilet seat.
Carefully I sneaked back to the other door and resumed my spying position. My mother was bending over Alex, an opened of box of tissues at hand. She looked like she had already cleansed herself and was now cleaning his body and the mattress under him of his cum. Alex just lay on his back, looking dreamily up at my mother as she wiped his groin. Without warning, his accursed king sized cock inflated and rose again to its full glory, pointing expectantly towards my mother’s face.
“Oh God, Alex, control yourself.” My mother chided disapprovingly.
“Sorry… I can’t help it. I was in the hospital for the whole day yesterday, built up a lot of tension.”
“Really… what am I to do with you…”
She placed her hands on his thick shaft again. Alex hissed appreciatively. I groaned jealously.
“Ummm… Aunty… Ahhh. C.. Can… we do it like last time?” My rascally friend moaned.
“Last time?”
“Ummm… last time in the bathroom downstairs… You used your legs.”
My mother blushed. “Naughty boy. Cannot lah.”
“Pleeeaaaasse… It was so hot.”
“You liked it?”
“I fantasized of doing it again almost every day.”
“Didn’t you do that with your girlfriend’s mother?”
“She didn’t like it. She thought it was weird…”
“Of course she didn’t. She went straight for the prize didn’t she? Such a shameless woman.” My mom mumbled. I’m not sure she realized that she was rubbing his cock harder now, making Alex push back his head, his mouth hanging open in delirious pleasure.
I found myself pondering over my mother’s choice of words. ‘Prize?’ Was that really what the concept of having sex with Alex is to her? A prize? Who is this woman, and what did she do to my sweet and pure mother?
“Aunty! Please?…” Alex grunted, furiously trying to contain his pleasure.
My mother continued her hand-job absentmindedly for a few more moments, seemingly lost in thought. Then, without a word, she stopped and sat on the bed. Alex eagerly scooted up and knelt beside her as she lifted her legs onto the bed as well. Her pink flared skirt rode up her luscious white thighs as she moved. She ended up sitting on the bed with the knees together against her chest. She made no effort to re-adjust her thin skirt, which had withered back almost all the way from her thighs. Alex was graced by the full vision of her lovely snow-white legs, though her ankles and feet blocked his view of her panties. God knows how fast Alex’s heart must be racing right now. He gave up trying to breathe through the narrow passage of his nose and used his mouth instead, panting like a horny puppy. My mother bit her lip mischievously, amused by his reaction.
“You must promise not to fight anymore okay?” She said, sounding less concerned but more coy than she should. Alex could only swallow and nod. “And you must respectfully leave married and attached women alone alright?” She continued, her own wavering voice betraying her growing arousal. Alex nodded eagerly again. My mother pushed her butt forward on the mattress and lay back. Slowly, she raised her legs into the air, parting them slightly.
“Come… quick…”She said breathlessly.
Alex approached slowly, taking some time to admire her white lace brief panties which wrapped the thrilling contours of her crotch ever so snugly. My stomach lurched when I saw that she was so wet that the upper portion of her pale inner thighs glistened. As Alex nervously came closer up to her, brandishing his very hard fat cock, my mother gathered all of her pink skirt, pulling them high up around her waist. The gesture was erotically inviting.
“Hurry Alex…” She spoke again, voice husky with lust.
“Aunty… Oh.. Aunty May…” Alex moaned, looking like he was about to cry.
He knelt close and inserted his throbbing cock between my mother’s milky legs at mid-thigh. Mother’s thighs closed warmly around his manhood. Alex didn’t need any further encouragement. He began moving his hips, sliding his prick in and out between the tender softness of my mother’s alluring thighs. Mother’s head was slightly raised and her eyes gazed lustfully at the massive piece of young meat appearing and disappearing from between the cleft of her thighs.
Alex proceeded to hump my mother’s lovely thighs wantonly, vocalizing happy moans and grunts. He was answered by my mother’s own furious panting. After a short while, he stopped and just knelt there, hugging my mother’s ankles to his shoulders and breathing laboriously. He resumed his thrusting after his breath steadied a little. I realized that the fucker was withholding his orgasm. How long was he planning to carry on with this?
The same realization seems to have dawned on my mother as well.
“Alex…. hah… ah…hah… Faster let it out… hah… hah…” she panted.
“Ungghh uhhh… Don’t want… Uhhh… Please… Uh… Let me enjoy… Ahhh.. Aunty!”
“Ah…hah… You naughty boy… hah…hah… Don’t be like this…”
“Please Aunty… mmmm… I wanted this for so long… Ohh… Uhh..”
“G..Go lower….”
“Ha?”
“Move your penis lower…”
Alex got the message and moved his position lower before resuming to fuck my Mother’s thighs. The difference this time is that his cock was vigorously rubbing her clit as well. My mother’s sexy moans joined the crescendo.
Daniel:
“Uh…Uh…Uhh…Ahh..Ah…Aleeeexxx!” my mother squealed before arching her back and shuddering with a forceful orgasm. “Uggghhh Ahhhh… Ohhh..Ah.. Alex… wait… wait..” she gasped breathlessly.
Alex had already stopped thrusting moments before she asked. He just knelt there, hugging my mother’s legs, and looked on in fascination as my mother went through her throes of orgasm.
“You’re so sensitive Aunty…” he told her.
“Mmmmmm… my mother replied with a delirious smile… basking in the glow of her climax.”
Seeing that she had more or less came down from heaven, Alex started moving again. This time, he slid his cock in and out between her hot thighs in a controlled motion. He wasn’t seeking to placate his loins anymore. Rather, he was now testing the waters, trying to figure out what would inflame my mother’s passions.
“Arssshhh… ahhhnnnnn… hhhsshhh…” my mother hissed and writhed with pleasure when she felt Alex prod her sensitive clit manipulatively through her legs with his dick.
Encouraged, my lecherous friend boldly placed his hands around my mother’s knees and proceeded to part her clasped thighs. Mother relented without much resistance. Alex’s cock twitched with excitement at the tantalizing view opening up before him. Her panties were thoroughly soaked with her juices and the wet material was matted against her crotch, giving a clear outline of her hot pussy.
“Don’t stare Alex… it’s embarrassing… “ My mother whimpered.
“You’re so beautiful Aunty…” he replied as he ignored my mother’s plea.
His trembling hand went forth and brushed tentatively along her covered slit. Mother moaned. He kept it up for some time, stopping every now and then to marvel at the slick juices coating his fingers.
“God… you’re so naughty. Stop teasing Aunty…” my Mom said before propping herself up on her elbows. Her faced was thoroughly flushed and she had the wild lusty look in her eyes that I had come to recognize very well. Sitting up, she leaned forward and kissed Alex on the lips. Alex looked as bewildered as I am. Parting, mother smiled and said to him, “lie down…”
Alex complied and my mother quickly straddled him, kneeling above his crotch. Her pink skirt fell down the front but the back remained held up by superbly curved rump. Alex excitedly slid his hands up both her smooth white thighs and pushed up the flimsy fabric that had dared obstruct the lovely view before him. My mother’s panties were exposed to his eyes once more.
Mother gently reached down and pushed his large cock until it leaned against his belly. Meeting Alex’s curious gaze, she lowered herself until she was sitting, spread open on his cock. She then started to grind her hips, dragging her wet pantied pussy up and down the underside of his cock. Mom began groaning hotly, shuddering every now and then from the pleasure she herself incurred on her clit and cunt lips.
Alex didn’t exactly get his share of stimulation as my Mother’s rubbing missed the tip of his cock most of the time, but the act itself was so hot, especially when being done by his dream woman that he was soon matching her moan for moan. From my position, I spotted his hands snake around and cup my Mother’s soft, round, milky-white buttocks, squeezing them tenderly. God I hate that lucky son of a bitch. Sorry Andrea.
My mother wasn’t able to last very long, but she did seem to notice her mistake. Raising herself higher, she cupped Alex’s cock-head against her steaming pussy with her hands and grounded against it vigorously.
Alex became ecstatic. “Oaaahhhhhh!!! Aunty May!!!!”
“Oh Alex…. Ahhh… Oh…. I’m….”
They came together. My mother’s hips buckled with delicious tremors while she knelt above Alex, aligning his cock straight against her climaxing cunt. Alex spewed his hot load freely and it all oozed slickly down my mother’s thighs.
Mom collapsed, shivering and sweating profusely, on to Alex. After several long and deep breaths, she rolled to his side. Alex himself seemed to be conked out for the moment. I watched as my mother spread her lovely legs which was thickly coated with teenage seed. She was gazing up into thin air with lustful eyes, her chest, hiding behind a modest blouse, heaved from the lingering excitement. Slowly, her hand reached down between her spread thighs and was brought up again with fingers smeared with Alex’s frothy cum. The world stopped turning for me as I watched my mother bring her coated fingers into her mouth… and then reached down for more.
Although the strenuous activity had ended, her breath only seemed to get heavier and hotter every time she cleaned off one of her purposely soiled fingers. She was getting aroused again. I could see the wanton look in her eyes. Feeling sick with both revulsion and arousal, I fled through my own room, down the stairs, and out the door.
Daniel:
After witnessing the scene where my mother and Alex pleasured each other and its traumatic conclusion, I took the bus to my tuition center to attend the remaining classes. Of course, I couldn’t focus, so I spent the entire period staring blankly into space instead. Under my desk, it was a different story. My dick was hard as granite the whole time.
After tuition, my father picked me up on his way back from work as always. During the drive, he noticed the distant look in my eyes. It’s a good thing I placed my schoolbag on my lap or he would have surely noticed something far more damning.
“How is your studies? Coping well?” he asked.
“Tiring.” was my single worded reply.
“You did pretty well on your midterms. Keep that up and maybe we can start toning down the tuition okay?”
I just nodded gloomily. My father, sensing my mood, did not say anything further throughout the drive home.
Alex was already gone when we got back. Mother was putting the finishing touches on dinner while humming a tune in the kitchen. She was wearing a tank top and shorts which showcased her alluring shoulders and legs. Her hair was tied back into an elegant pony tail. There was the unmistakable healthy glow in her cheeks. I wonder if that was caused by the orgasms I saw her have with Alex earlier or did the two do something more after I took off? The now familiar angst clawed at my insides again.
My mother casually brought up the subject of babysitting the injured Alex for his mother during dinner.
“Oh,” my dad said, “what did you two do the whole afternoon?”
I felt my heart choke up.
“Nothing really. He helped me with some of the easier chores and watched TV most of the time.” My mother replied coolly.
I glanced at her face as she lied to my father. Her eyes were cast down on her plate of rice, but her demeanor betrayed none of her untruthfulness. I had no idea my mother was such an actress.
“So how long will he need to recover?” my dad asked, stabbing a piece of curried chicken with his fork.
“A week I guess, maybe two.”
“How did he get hurt anyway?”
“He fell down some stairs I think…”
This was too much. I had never seen my mother lie about anything. Now here she was, politely spooning curried rice into her mouth while blatantly lying twice in a row to her husband.
My father looked thoughtful for a moment. “Daniel, why don’t you take a leave from your tuition this week and keep your mother and Alex company. I think you deserve a little break.” He suggested brightly.
The resulting silence was deafening. Both me and my mother had frozen in our seats.
“Huh? What’s wrong? You don’t want to?” my dad asked me with concern.
“Dear, Daniel shouldn’t neglect his studies. I can take care of Alex…” mother said.
What the fuck… was she pushing me away just to be alone with Alex? That really hurt…
“Ummm… I think a break would be great. I’m just so tired nowadays.” I told them.
My mother looked at me intently. I could tell she has mixed feelings. I couldn’t hold her gaze so I focused on attacking my plate with gusto.
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to take a break once awhile…” she said at last.
After dinner, my father took me aside to the living room while my mother was clearing the table. “Daniel, thanks for agreeing to keep your mother company. I wouldn’t feel right if it’s just her and Alex alone in the house,” he said.
“Huh? Uhhh… okay… No problem.” I replied.
My father patted my back and turned back to the kitchen to help my mother with the dishes. Inwardly, I wondered if my father was beginning to suspect something. Maybe I should tell him what I saw, but I was deathly afraid of what he might do. Would my parents have a divorce? Technically, my mother and Alex didn’t even have sex, but my father might not see it that way.
I watched my father lovingly cuddle my mother from behind as she rinsed the dishes at the sink. She let out the familiar giggle and leaned her head back to kiss his cheek. They looked so good together. The perfect couple. My mother was behaving entirely like how a good wife and mother should. She had been behaving this way as long as I could remember. Yet right now, at this moment, watching her be herself, I had this nagging feeling in my gut that it was all an act.
Daniel:
The next afternoon saw me cheekily joining Alex in the living room while my mother handled the dirty dishes from lunch. My mother had told him about the new arrangement and he definitely did not look pleased about it. As expected, any attempt at starting a conversation ended prematurely. He was obviously waiting for me to retire back into my room.
Well, fuck you Alex! I thought in my mind as I zipped open my school bag and laid out my books on the coffee table. You should have seen how his eyes bulged when he realized I was going to study right here in the living room.
Minutes of uncomfortable silence passed. My mother arrived from the kitchen with two glasses of fruit juice. She kissed me on my head when setting my drink on the coffee table. Man… now I feel kind of bad for not trusting her… Even though I obviously still don’t trust her.
Alex suddenly wobbled to his feet. “I think I’m going to take a nap. Do you have a spare bed anywhere Aunty?” the slimy bastard asked my mother.
“Here, take this couch,” I said loudly enough for both of them to hear. I rose and moved from the three seat couch to the opposite single seat sofa. If Alex could kill with his glare, I would have died a million times in my seat. All the same, the struggle to keep myself from laughing out loud was already killing me inside.
Alex begrudgingly shuffled over to the couch and lay down. My new position placed my back towards the dining area and kitchen so I was unable to determine my mother’s reaction. More time passed in a silent battle of wills. Alex stirred restlessly on the couch. A feigned yawn enabled me to steal a quick peek behind my back to see my mother sitting at the dining table flipping a magazine. Wait… hold up. Something was not quite right with what I just saw behind my back, but I didn’t dare risk another yawn so soon. Looking back at Alex, I caught him quickly averting his gaze from my mother. Okay, the game’s afoot.
I snaked one hand behind into my back pocket and inconspicuously fished out the new hand mirror I had bought at the store near school today for this very kind of scenario. Who knew a piece of reflective glass would prove to be such an invaluable tool over and over again? Picking up an opened tall notebook, I positioned the mirror on the page surface and raised it so that I could check on my mother.
No wonder Alex was literally squirming on the couch. My mother was wearing a simple sleeveless white house dress with purple hues at the hem. Because of her sitting position, with one leg crossed over the other, one could clearly look up her skirt under the table. The bottom of her purple panties was visible to both Alex and me, as was an entire smooth porcelain leg of hers.
Alex managed to stay down for another agonizing 10 minutes, after which he, not being able to play dead anymore, jumped up and jogged towards the bathroom.
“It’s so hot. I’m going to take a shower.” He explained to my mother as he trotted by.
My mother only gave him a half-amused, half-questioning glance. I could relate. Because the house was comfortably air conditioned, his words must have sounded odd. On second thought, Alex did seem to be reddening up with heat.
And so began my week long clash with Alex. He was constantly looking for chances to be alone with my mother, and me, playing my part as the infuriating cock-blocker made sure he never did. I could feel his anger building up against me as the days go by. My mother on the other hand seemed to have adapted gracefully to this new arrangement, oblivious to the secret war waging beneath her noses between two 16 year old boys, one seeking to claim her honor and the other seeking to defend it.