I pulled up in the restaurant parking lot, stopped and waited for her to get out. She looked at me without speaking for almost a full minute and then she slipped off her engagement ring, set it on the seat between us and got out of the car. She walked into the restaurant and she never looked back.
Mom was waiting for me when I got home from work. She was wearing high heels, nylons and a garter belt and that was all.
“I could tell from the way Helen was at work today that you ended it.”
I shrugged and nodded a yes.
“I’m sorry baby, I know that it was hard for you to do and I do feel that it was all my fault. After all, I was the one who thought she would be right for you and got you together. Come on baby, let me try and ease the pain” and she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom.
I know that this is going to sound weird, but even though my mom had climbed into my bed the night before and fucked my brains out this night I couldn’t get it up. I kept thinking, “This is my mother, this is wrong and I’ll surely go to hell if I fuck her.” Why I didn’t have those thoughts the night before I don’t know, but it probably had something to do with my head still trying to get around the problem with Helen and what she had done. Whatever the reason, my dick just would not get hard. Mom stroked it, sucked on it and did her best to make something happen, but nothing did. Finally she gave it up as a lost cause and cuddled up with me and we went to sleep.
I don’t know what difference eight hours of sleep made, but my cock wasn’t the least bit reluctant the next morning. I thought I was having an erotic dream, but what it was was my mother sucking my cock. I woke up to her head bobbing up and down on my cock and things just went from there. When I finally climbed out of bed at one in the afternoon I barely had enough strength to get dressed for work. I managed to get through my shift and when I got home I found a naked mother on my bed.
“Come on baby, we have a lot to get done tonight. Your father will be home sometime tomorrow afternoon and we will have to be good until he goes on another run.”
“What about your promise to keep me in steady pussy?”
I was joking when I said it so I was a little surprised when she said, “I did say that, didn’t I. Well, I guess we will just have to find a way. I hope you like sloppy seconds because your father usually can’t keep his hands off me when he is home.”
Mom wore me out and I fell asleep exhausted only to be awakened by one of her superb blow jobs. It was a morning filled with sex until about noon and then mom said, one more time lover and then I have to start getting ready for your father’s homecoming.
The next two days were sexless for me as my father kept my mother fully occupied. The third evening my dad was home my mother asked me to run her to the store and I had the unique experience of making love to my mother on the back seat of my car in a far and dark corner of the super market parking lot. I had already cum once and was getting my second piece when mom went, “Oh my god” and her nails dug into my ass.
“What’s wrong?”
“The window, the window baby, the window.”
I looked up and saw two young guys standing there and watching us. Their watching turned mom on and she started screaming, “Fuck me you mother fucker, pound your mother fucking cock into me and make me cum. Fuck your whore baby, fuck your whore and make her cum.”
She had never talked like that before when we made love. Just made a lot of noises, moans, little cries and grunts. She wrapped her legs tight around me and yelled loud enough to be heard half a dozen cars away, “Fuck me hard mother fucker, push it deep, fuck me like the whore that I am.”
When I came and my limp dick slid out of her super hot pussy she was still looking up at the window where the two guys were still standing and watching.
“You want me to let them in the car?”
“Oh god yes. I want them, both of them, but I can’t baby. Get me out of here baby, get me out of here before I do something really, really stupid.”
On the way home I asked, “Do you have any boyfriends or lovers?”
“Good God no. Why would you even ask me a question like that?”
“Well, dad’s gone a lot and you do seem to have an immense appetite for sex.”
“Yes I do baby, but I happen to love your father and I keep myself just for him.”
I looked at her and raised an eyebrow at that.
“It’s true baby. I won’t say I haven’t been tempted, god knows that I surely was tonight when I saw those two watching, but my pussy belongs to your father.” She paused for a second or so and then said, “And to you of course.”
There was a silence and I think she misread it because then she said, “Your mother is not a whore or a slut young man. I know what I’m doing with you isn’t right, but you are my baby and it is a mother’s duty to protect her babies. I honestly feel that you marrying Helen would be a horrendous mistake and I did what I thought I had to do. It’s wrong and maybe it wasn’t the only or best way to break the two of you up, but I didn’t think that I had a lot of time to ponder the alternatives. You don’t have to baby. You could just say “Thanks, but no thanks” if you want to. Is that what you would rather?”
For an answer I pulled over onto a dark side street, parked and turned to her, “Get on the back seat you slut.”
“Honestly baby” she said, as she was climbing over the seat back, “That is no way for you to talk to your mother.”
Dad was home six days and mom did her best to fit me in where she could while he was home. Her theory – her reason – for climbing into my bed was to see that I got a steady supply of pussy to replace what she thought I had been getting from Helen. I never told her that even the hit or miss sex I was getting from her while dad was home was more than I was getting from Helen. In fact, before my dad got home, I was getting more from mom in one night than I got from Helen in a week. Then dad was off on a nine day run and he was no sooner out of sight when mom grabbed me.