Mother's Affair

Father, 55

Belinda, Mother 45

Grace, Daughter 19

Frank, Belinda's friend 49

Neal, Grace's boyfriend

"So, Grace, what did you want to talk about?" Belinda cheerfully asked her daughter as they sat in the kitchen.

"I saw you."

"Eh? What do you mean?"

"I saw you with another man," Grace stated emphatically.

"What ARE you talking about, Grace?"

"I saw you having sex with another man," Grace blurted out quickly before she changed her mind.

This time Belinda did not respond. She just stared at her daughter. When no reply came Grace continued.

"I came home early and heard noises from your room. I thought you were calling me so I went upstairs. I was about to open the door but I stopped when I heard you say 'Hard, Frank. Fuck me harder.' I peeked through the slightly open door and saw you and...and this Frank, naked and he was...well, he was on top of you...and..."

"Alright, alright! So you saw me."

"But...but mum...!" Grace was incredulous, amazed that her mother was appearing to dismiss her terrible crime.

"But what?! I needed it, alright?" Belinda said defiantly.

Grace was stunned at her mother's belligerent response. No sorry or tears? Grace was confused.

"But mum? Why? And dad...?"

"Ok. Ok, I guess you need an explanation," Belinda took a deep breath. "Tell me, do you masturbate?"

"MUM! You can't ask me that!"

"So, you want to talk about my sex life but don't want to talk about yours."

When Grace looked defeated her mother continued.

"Don't sound so shocked. Of course you do. We all do. There'd be something wrong with you if you didn't put your hand between your legs and rubbed yourself to make you feel good."

Grace simply stared with open mouth at her mother. Who was she? She didn't recognize this woman in front of her as her normal mother. She'd never heard her mother talk like this before.

"Are you a virgin?" Belinda continued the onslaught.

"No," Grace replied, almost in a whisper. She couldn't understand how tables have been turned. It was she who should be grilling her mother for her adultery; on cheating on her husband.

"I thought so. You rub yourself but you still need to have sex with your boyfriend, right?"

Grace didn't answer.

"Right?"

Grace felt obliged to nod.

"Well, I'm the same. As you know your father is away often on business and I'm left alone at home. But what you don't know is that even when your father is at home sex between us is not great. Your father...is...not always able to satisfy me. Sexually."

"Oh," came out of her mouth. She wasn't aware she even said anything. She felt embarrassed now at making her mother divulge her bedroom marital secrets.

"What you may not realise is that even though I'm 45 I still have sexual urges and desires, but your father at 55 can't get hard all the time; which leaves me frustrated. Yes, I masturbate, but as you know it is not the same as having a man on top of you with his hard cock thrusting in your vagina."

'OHMYGOD!' Grace thought. She was feeling small, sinking in her chair, no longer able to look at her mother in her eyes. She felt so guilty.

"So, Grace, to put it flatly, I missed fucking."

Grace had a heart attacking. She was sure she did. Her heart was pounding, her chest and cheeks burned. She'd never heard her mother talk like this. Never even suspected her mother was capable of talking like this.

"So, one night at a party - your father wasn't there - I had drunk a little too much and this man took advantage. I had tried to resist -- weakly admittedly - but when he put his cock in me and started to fuck I realised what I had been missing. I was like jelly; I just held onto him and let him fuck me standing up. I realised I needed it so bad. With each thrust he nearly lifted me off the floor! Grace, that guy made me scream in ecstasy. He filled my pussy like your father never could. He gave me orgasms like I had not had in years."

Grace's head was spinning on so many levels. Her mother was confessing...in detail...her cheating on dad. She was talking so coarsely. In the back of her mind Grace sort of knew her parents maybe had sex - but they were old, so maybe not - but never thought about it. No kid ever imagines their parents fucking. And here was her mother saying as much.

"Mum, I...I've never heard you talk like this before."

"You've been a child most of your life...until recently. Now that you're an adult and you've also had sex you will understand. No point in being coy. You probably didn't even think your father and I had sex anymore. You obviously know we used to have sex. We had fucked and that's how you were conceived."

"Wow! I'm not used to you talking like this. It never occurred to me..."

"Kids don't think parents have sex."

"But mum. What about dad? And your marriage? And you know...'For Better Or For Worse'?"

"What do you prefer...your fingers in your pussy or your boyfriend's cock?"

"Muuuuuum...!" Grace whined in protest.

"TELL ME," Belinda demanded.

"Cock," she replied shyly.

"Exactly. So do I. And since your father can't always get fully hard - and most times can't even get hard enough to put his cock in me - I had to use other means." Belinda paused and looked at her daughter. She reached out and held her hands.

"Grace, darling, look at me," she changed her tone and said softly. "I want you to understand one thing. I love you father dearly. I'm not planning on leaving him. I'm really not. I love your father's company. He's funny, considerate, caring, generous. It's just this one thing. He's accepted his situation; but me, I'm still young and I just still need to fuck properly, just like any other woman. Just like you. And your father only manages to fuck me once every 2 months, if I'm lucky. And even then I don't cum."

Grace quickly averted her eyes once more, too embarrassed to be hearing such personal details. This was getting too much.

"I've tried sucking him, talking dirty, dressing sexy, going out with him with no underwear to get his cock hard. Even sucking him off in public places...hidden of course...to try to get him to fuck me in risky places. It hasn't helped."

"OHMYGOD! Mum, stop it!" But Belinda carried on.

"Having sex with Frank stops me from being grouchy and antsy and being in bad mood around your father. After fucking with Frank I forget about your father's problems too.

"But..." Grace was shocked to feel her knickers were wet. Somehow she thought her mother could sense it. Her pussy was throbbing. "What about pills? You know, to help dad..."

"He has allergic reactions to them; pills can't get him an erection," Belinda explained. "Honey, he can't know. You can't tell him, it would hurt him if he found out. Please don't tell him."

"I...I don't know, mum..."

"Grace, he's married. He is not leaving his wife either."

"Oh my God. Married man!"

"Grace, his cock...you should see it. It's big...AND thick - not abnormally, just a really good size. It fills my pussy completely like no cock has ever done. He gets so HARD as steel. And when he fucks me...oh, Grace...there's no way to describe it. You need to feel it yourself to know." Then Belinda stopped. She got an idea.

"Is your boyfriend's cock average?"

"Muuuummyyy...You can't ask me that!"

"Why not?! I told you about my husband's cock...and my friend's cock," Belinda argues reasonably.

Grace blinked in surprise. She had no retort to that. Her mother was right.

"Average...I guess," she responded grudgingly.

"I thought so. I want you to have sex with him."

"Eh? I already told you I've had sex with Neal," Grace frowned confusingly.

"Not him, not your boyfriend...I meant have sex with Frank."

"WHAT?! You've got to be kidding me!"

"No. I'm serious. Let him fuck you. If you see how good fucking Frank makes you feel you'll know why I fuck with him. And then you won't want to tell your father about me."

"But what about Neal?"

"Are you serious about him? Do you intend to marry him?"

"NO! I mean I haven't thought about marriage. He...he's just a friend. You know."

"Hm. Then you have no reason not to fuck Frank."

"What makes you think Frank would agree to it?"

"You're 19, he's 49. What do you think?"

"Wow! He's nearly as old as dad, mum."

"So?"

"So...so, it'd be like f...having sex with...." Grace couldn't finish the thought.

"Baby, I need you to see why I fuck Frank. I need you not to tell dad about me."

"Oh, wow! You're really putting me on a spot."

"You've put me on a spot by spying on me having sex with Frank."

And so it was arranged for Frank to fuck Belinda's daughter.

------

"Mum, I don't think...I don't think any other boy will match up," Grace confessed the day after her sex with Frank. "You never told me he cums that much; he filled me up, mum. And...and I could feel each blast hitting me inside, just in the right place, making me feel SO good."

"I told you so. Don't you want me to be happy? Don't you want me to enjoy sex as long as by body is capable of it? I don't want to be an old woman at 45."

"I understand, mum. I won't tell on you."

Mother and daughter laughed and hugged joyfully.

"But mum, I think I will need regular reminders about why I shouldn't tell on you."

"What?" Belinda pulled back and looked at her daughter with concern. But then saw the cheeky smile on her daughter's face and they both laughed even louder and hugged tighter.

"Maybe he can do us both at the same time," Grace chirped cheerfully.

They both laughed so much they had tears in their eyes.

The End.