I told him that I understood and that I was pleased he had come to me. I suggested that they should perhaps see less of each other and try to avoid intimate situations that they should go out more in groups. While speaking I had put my hand on his arm in sympathy and he had placed his other hand over mine. It seemed an innocent enough gesture but the feel of his skin was awakening instincts within me that were other than motherly. The heat emanating from his body, the rippling muscle under my hand and the scent of his cologne were making me feel a little light headed.
I was thinking it was time to bring the conversation to an end but he continued to talk.
"Lately I have had the feeling, when I kiss Sally, that if I kept going, she wouldn't stop me. It worries me Mrs. Jones. I get so worked up I may not stop one of these days." While I was trying to figure out a suitable response to this blunt revelation, he continued, "I've been thinking that maybe I need to find another outlet for my physical feelings." All I could manage was a faint "Huh?" "What I mean" he stammered "is... well...in the old days young men went to brothels to relieve the pressure, but I couldn't do that. Too much risk of disease." All I could do was nod dumbly as he went on. "The other thing they did was to find a mistress but I wouldn't know how to go about that. I guess it would have to be an older woman who only wanted a physical relationship with no commitment."
John was now clutching my hand like a drowning man with the proverbial straw and looking at me hopefully. What did he expect from me; that I would immediately produce a list of possible candidates for his feverish intentions. I had invited frank discussion but his present tack had left me speechless. He wasn't suffering from the same affliction. "I find you very attractive Mrs. Jones. Do you think you could help me? No one would ever know and I would try very hard to please you." It took a while for it to sink in. I was being propositioned by this innocent looking boy. Did he really think it was that simple? He must have read my stunned silence as some kind of acceptance for he suddenly drew me toward him and wrapped those strong arms around me. The next moment his open mouth was joined with mine in a passionate kiss.
SALLY
Thank God for all these hours I spent in the attic when I was growing up. My mother never knew about the small holes I had drilled through the ceiling in strategic places. From the attic I could look down on every room in the house. Today I was comfortably ensconced in the attic while Mom thought I was at a friend's house for the weekend. Looking down at her in her bedroom, and seeing how carefully she was choosing her clothes, I realized she was intending to go to work. Shit. She might leave before dumb John got there. While I watched her don blue satin underwear I was listening intently for John's car to pull up outside. As she pulled on a white silk blouse and tartan pleated skirt, I was muttering, hurry up John. Why are you always so late? Mom had just stepped into a pair of black high heeled pumps when the door bell rang. I sighed in relief.
Watching John hop around from one foot to another in embarrassment, I almost laughed out loud as he mumbled about how he had forgotten I was away for the weekend. How could this dumb ox think he had any chance of seducing an intelligent sophisticated woman like Mom? O, God, just listen to the clod telling her about how we wanted to get married. When he gave her the line about me not wanting to have intercourse I just about burst with suppressed laughter. Mom was obviously embarrassed at hearing his confessions but she was doing a great job of giving him a sympathetic hearing. Listening to him talk about getting release from a physical relationship with an older woman was too much. By then the tears were running down my cheeks and my stomach hurt from holding back the waves of laughter that were building up inside me.
Now he was suggesting that Mom might consider letting him please her. O, boy was he about due for the shock of his stupid life. The expression of disbelief on her face was hilarious. I was hardly breathing, waiting for Mom to explode and throw him out of the house. When he grabbed her and started kissing her I thought, this is it. When the kiss lasted for more than a minute, I was perplexed. Why hadn't she pushed him away? Mind you, from firsthand experience, I knew how strong John was and from the way he was pinning Mom against the back of the sofa it wasn't surprising that she couldn't move. Still, she didn't even seem to be trying to get away. I also knew, of course, how beautifully, John could kiss. By this time Mom must be realizing that he wasn't as inexpert as he had been making out.
A few moments later I was gaping in disbelief at the picture of my mother, sprawled across the sofa, with her pleated skirt pushed up around her hips. John was kneeling between her wide spread legs. There was a sound of snapping elastic and tearing cloth and John carelessly tossed the tattered remnants of a pair of blue satin panties over his shoulder. Christ. He was ripping her clothes off
By now mother was protesting indignantly. Her protests were interrupted by a shocked gasp when his mouth suddenly descended on her exposed vagina. It only took a few moments of talented tonguing to still her protestations, and render her incapable of further resistance. I knew from personal experience just what that nimble tongue was doing to her. I also knew that his tactile finger tips would be spreading her buttocks and stroking the sensitive crease between. He had her legs draped over his shoulders and I was fascinated to see them jerk spasmodically in response to the sensations that must have been rippling through her body. Within a few minutes he brought her to a grateful conclusion. She exploded with a scream that must have been heard for a couple of blocks. Her feet, still clad in high heel shoes, jerked straight up as though they were trying to reach the ceiling.
While mom lolled on the sofa her legs still twitching in uncontrollable spasms, John rose to his feet and quickly removed his clothes. His shirt came off, revealing the familiar broad shoulders and muscular chest matted with thick curly black hair. As he dropped his pants I glanced at mother. She wore a look of disbelief as her eyes scanned the flat ridged stomach and the pelt of black hair at its base. It seemed she had never seen a cock like John's. It's all of ten inches long and thick as my wrist. The huge blood gorged pole of muscle was stiffening and rising as he purposefully advanced on my hapless mother. There was no longer any sign of that appealing boyish innocence on John's face. It was thickened and coarse with lust.
With a powerful heave he swept his victim from the sofa and held her in one arm, while the free hand swiftly prepared her for his purpose. In the urgency of his passion he had no time to waste on buttons and fastenings. Shredded strips of skirt, blouse and bra drifted to the floor. With one hand supporting her back and one hand under her tail, he held and positioned her as easily as if she was a rag doll. I saw her stiffen as she felt the head of his gigantic cock nuzzling at her quivering flesh. From my bird's eye vantage point I could clearly observe the stiff muscle slowly but inexorably slide into her. A loud sound, somewhere between a sigh and a groan escaped her lips as she abandoned herself to the invading monster. As though sensing her total subjugation John tightened his grip and began to move his hips in a steady rhythm.
As the hot slippery cock slid back and forth in long slow strokes mother wailed and moaned mindlessly as he drove her hard toward another climax. I wasn't too far behind. I had never experienced anything more sexually stimulating than what I was seeing below. Watching my naked mother being fucked stupid by my boy friend was the turn on of a lifetime. I was on my knees, skirt hiked up, panties down and my fingers were slipping in and out of my sopping wet pussy. Finally I was released from the torture of unbearable ecstasy by a long series of orgasmic contractions. My indiscrete moans and groans were smothered by the joyous shrieks of my mother and John's groans as they too reached a peak. While I was happy for her I was a little envious of the fact that she was being filled with a flood of John's semen. Before the night was over, however, I had a lot more reason to be envious.
John stayed until late evening. In that time my mother was fucked in more ways than I had ever experienced, in one session. Judging by his unquenchable appetite, John must really have been harboring a vast depth of unrequited passion. Mummy was kissed, licked, fingered and balled in every position that it was possible for her body to assume. Every bed in the apartment felt the weight of their heaving bodies. She was bent over every chair and table while he pounded her with that insatiable cock. At one point he pinned her, face down, across the kitchen table and sprayed her butt with Pam. I'll never forget the look on her face as that long thick cock penetrated her little puckered asshole and buried itself to the hilt
When he finally left my knees were raw from crawling around the attic floor going from one vantage point to another. I was also drained emotionally and physically from diddling myself as I watched. My pussy ached from the continuous fingering.
