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.
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:
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:
“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:
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.