A Girl Just Lie Mom

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2021 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.

Author's Note

: Warning, warning, warning... hotwife ahead. You have been warned. Stupid comments about slut wives will be deleted. Comments about not having it proofread will be deleted. Unless you are volunteering to proofread my stuff. Didn't think so. Yes, I'm a grumpy old man, deal with it.

~~ A Girl Just Like Mom ~~

Yep, that's what I want when I grow up, a girl just like my mom. My mom has always been very pretty. Where we lived, most of the kids on the block hung out at my house. I don't even think it was because of me. I knew it was because my mom was such a looker. There were other moms who were pretty but by far my mom was the best of them. And that's not just my opinion. But, she just wasn't pretty. She was kind and loved dad and me. She also loved all the kids in the neighborhood. The other moms loved us all too but none of them could compare to my mom. At least to me.

Over the years, my mom was... my mom. She was always there when I hurt. Whether it be a scraped knee or a broken heart. She was there to help me heal. Kissed my boo-boos, hugged me when my heart was hurting. She was my rock in a whirlwind of a world. As I got older, she was more help with my broken heart than scraped knees. She was always there when I came home from a date. She knew instantly if I was hurting and would hug and talk with me about what happened. She was never judgmental. About the girl who broke up with me or me. She tried to explain each time that we were both young and trying to find ourselves. My mom was a smart woman. Very smart.

Over the years as I got older, I notice a pattern developing. On Wednesday nights, Mom would go out with the girls. I was young the first time I noticed. She didn't return until late, past midnight. I was old enough to tell time. I also noticed that she and dad went out almost every Saturday night. Usually, my grandmother would babysit me. On those nights, they usually didn't come home until morning. On the nights that one of the girls from the block babysat me, they would return early, it was still way after midnight but before the sun came up. As I got even older, I noticed that my parents... how do I put this... were very active at night.

In my senior year of high school, I found the girl of my dreams. Her name was Mary Louise Parker and she was very pretty. As pretty as my mom. She was kind and helpful. She had been there the whole time and I just noticed her in my last year of high school. Mary was always happy, always helping others. She never went steady with anyone. She would play the field dating many of the boys in school over the years. It was halfway through the year when I thought about asking her out. We were in homeroom. I was in the seat behind her this year. We had never really talked even though we had several classes together. I finally got up the nerve and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned, smiling at me.

"Yes?" she asked sweetly.

"Mary Louise, I was wondering if you would like..."

"Of course I will go to the prom with you Todd and out with you this Saturday as well," she replied shocking the shit out of me.

"Why thank you, Mary Louise," I said.

"You can call me Mary, Todd."

Again, I was shocked as she made everyone, even the teachers, call her Mary Louise.

"Thank you, Mary," I croaked knowing how privileged I was.

"You're welcome, Todd." She smiled at me wrote something down on a scrap piece of paper.

"Call me tonight at eight," she said handing me the paper.

"I will," I replied, as she turned back to continue studying.

I was very pleased. Not only did I have a date with the prettiest girl in school but I also had a date for the prom... with the prettiest girl in school. For the rest of the day, I was walking around in a daze. That night at home, I called Mary as she asked. We talked for about an hour. I asked her where she wanted, would like to go on Saturday. She told me out to get something to eat and then to the drive-in. I was surprised but tried not to let on. She giggled at my attempt. After that Saturday night out, we spent almost every Saturday together. There were a couple of times she begged off for family reasons. That was the beginning of a romance that lasted the rest of the year and all summer.

~~~~ JLM ~~~~

Just after I turned eighteen, just before graduation and the prom, I found some things out about mom. It was on a Wednesday night, I just so happened to be sitting in my closet, reading some comic books I hadn't read in quite sometime when I heard mom and dad talking. Yes, my closet abutted their room. It was around twelve-thirty, mom had just got home not ten minutes ago. I was completely shocked and fascinated by what I heard.

"Did you enjoy him?" my dad asked. I was shocked by his words.

"I did. He had a big cock, like yours," mom replied shocking me even more.

"Did you come a lot?"

"Oh, god yes. A lot."

"Good. Did you like the way his cock slid in and out of your hot little pussy?"

Shocked again by dad's language I listened intently.

"Oh god yes, he fucked me hard and fast. He pounded me into the mattress so good. I must have cum four times from his pounding dick."

To say her language shocked me was an understatement. It also kind of turned me on. Not that I would ever even think of fucking my mother. But thoughts of my future wife popped into my head. I could see... crap.

"Was he better than me?" my dad asked, again shocking the crap out of me.

"God no. There is no one better than you are. They fuck me. You make love to me, even when you are fucking me, you are making love to me."

I shook my head as I listed to the bedsprings squeak. Dad was fucking Mom. Not hard but, slow and easy. Mom was groaning and moaning with pleasure.

"Did he fill you with his cum?" dad asked.

"To overflowing, three times," mom replied.

"Oh god!" dad croaked.

"That's it, baby, fill me with your cum. Fill up your cunt. I love to have my cunt filled with cum, especially your cum sweetheart. Yours is the best."

They continued for about another hour. I just sat there listening. My mom was a slut and fucked other men for her and dad's enjoyment. I was overwhelmed with emotions I rarely had. Emotions, other than sexual emotions. Those I had all the time. I was a teenager.

When Saturday rolled around, I no longer needed a babysitter, so I was home alone. Actually, I was out with Mary. We went to the drive-in. It seemed we always went to the drive-in on Saturday. This time though, we went all the way. It was my first time. It wasn't her first time. She told me she wasn't a virgin, yet had kept me from having sex with her until we were both over eighteen. She wouldn't tell me why. I had started to carry a condom in my wallet just in case.

On that Saturday night, she directed me to a spot way in the back. It was the darkest place in the entire drive-in. We started to make out. We always made out. I even got to feel her up all the time. She would let me go no farther. Tonight she let me touch her pussy for the first time. She moaned loudly as I did. She had worn a dress that night. I slipped my hand up her bare leg and she didn't stop me this time. When I got to her panties, they were soaking wet.

"Take them off," she whispered.

Surprised, I gently pulled the waistband down over her hips. She raised her butt off the car seat so I could pull them down her long sexy legs and off.

"Can I keep these?" I asked.

Her eyes got wide with surprise, but she was smiling.

"Yes, you may," she replied pulling my lips to hers.

I shoved the panties in my back pocket while we kissed. Soon I was feeling her bare pussy. I moaned in her mouth as I ran my fingers through her soft pubic hair. She groaned as I did. My fingers slipped over her wet lips. I slipped my middle finger slowly inside her. She pulled her lips from mine and groaned.

"Oh god, oh god, yes. Keep pushing it in. As far as you can. That's it fuck my cunt with your finger. Oh god, I'm coming, I'm coming," Mary said softly.

"You are so wet and hot," I said.

"You make so wet, so hot, just holding my hand. You are the first boy ever to make me feel like this. God I love you. I love you Todd Masters. I love you."

"Mary, do you really mean that?" I asked with surprise. I, in fact, knew I loved her.

"I wouldn't lie to you, ever," she whispered looking into my eyes.

"I'm glad. I love you, too, Mary Louise Parker."

"Get your pants off. I want your dick inside me. Hurry please."

With surprise masking my face, I stripped off my pants and underwear as fast as I could. Mary had crawled into the backseat so we would have more room. I move back with her. I pulled the condom from my wallet.

"You won't need that. I'm on the pill. I want to feel your skin against mine."

She was lying back, legs spread wide as she could. I tossed the condom over my shoulder and moved between her legs. She grabbed my cock for the first time. I almost came right there. She had never touched me before. She pulled me to her pussy. Moving my cockhead up and down her hot, wet, slit, she lubed me up with her hot juices.

"Push it in," she ordered letting go of me.

I pushed forward and was amazed at the feeling of my cock parting her labia and slipping into her wonderful body. I pushed and pushed. It took a while for my entire length to fill her. She moaned and groaned. When I was finally in her all the way, she started bucking her hips wildly.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! Oh, fuck, I'm coming," she shouted covering her mouth with her hand to muffle her cries.

I was on the verge of shooting my wad. I held still while Mary calmed down. When she was calm and looking up into my eyes with what I could only fathom as love, she pulled my lips to hers gently.

"You're close aren't you?" she asked.

"So close. Please don't move?"

"It's okay if you come in me. I'll get you up again, then you can really fuck me. I want you to fuck me as often as you can."

At those words, I started to fuck her hard. I pounded into her as hard as I could. Mary, eyes wide in wonder, was bucking up to meet my downward thrusts. On about the tenth plunge into her hot inner depths, I started to spew my seed inside her.

"That's it baby, cum in me. Fill me up with your cum."

Her words echoed in my mind with my mother's voice. After my last squirt, I started to fuck her again. Slow and easy. I could feel, my cum squirting out of her hot pussy as I pushed in and pulled out. We fucked until the movies ended. I drove Mary home sans her panties. We kissed at the door. I whispered in her ear.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too, Todd.

I then drove home. My parents didn't come home until five in the morning. I was once again sitting in my closet. I had to find out. I heard them come quietly down the hallway and go into their room. I head the door close gently, then the lock snick home. I could hear the rustling of clothes along with moans and groans. Then the bed was squeaking as they climbed into bed. There was some more movement, then they started to talk.

"Are you tired?" dad asked.

"Yes, but I want you inside me. I need you to take me back. To be yours again."

"Okay. How many did you fuck tonight?" dad asked.

Once again, I was surprised by his question.

"At least ten. I lost count around two a.m."

What? Were they at an orgy? What the fuck?

"You feel so creamy," dad said.

"They all came in me. They filled me up to overflowing. Every time I stood up it would run down my legs."

"Yes, you looked so sexy with all that cum leaking out of you. And now, your hot little pussy is so creamy, I won't last long inside you. Did any of them fuck you in the ass?" What?

"Two. They had average size dicks."

"So you're all lubed up?"

"Yes. You have to fuck me there too. Now, please."

"Cover your face with the pillow so Todd doesn't hear you cry out," dad said.

"I'm ready," mom said her voice muffled. "Oh god, yes, yes, yes, push it all the way in."

My dad was fucking my mother's asshole. What the fuck? I had heard that people do that but how could my parents be not only doing it but mom was letting other men do that to her. And dad was excited about it happening. Well, I guess my parents were not only swingers but... what?

"Oh god, I'm coming, I'm coming." I could hear mom's muffled moans.

"Me, too," dad grunted.

I just shook my head, yet I found myself turned on by what I found out about my parents. They not only went to orgies, but dad also let his wife fuck other men on her own and was happy about what she did. I thought about Mary. I loved her to death and would do anything for her or to her but, would I let her fuck other men or women? I really had to think about that. Just the thought of her with another man between her legs... looking down I found myself as hard as a rock, pre-cum flowing out of my dick quickly. Now I would really have to talk to Mary.

The prom was coming up in a couple of weeks. I wanted to take her to a motel room afterward and fuck the crap out of her and make love to her all night. We were going to a private beach with a bunch of other couples to have a party the next day. It was supposed to be a pretty exclusive place. One of the girl's parents had a membership there. They had reserved the entire beach for us. I could still hear my parents making love and talking softly but I think I had everything I needed. I silently crawled out of the closet and climbed into bed.

~~~~ JLM ~~~~

It was the night of the prom and I was on my way to pick up Mary. Mom had let me use her car it was nicer than mine. I wasn't going to be drinking, so why not use a nice car to take my girl to the prom. Also, I had thought a lot about what I want to discuss with Mary, although the night of the prom probably wasn't when to have the talk I was planning to. And maybe it would never be the right time, at least until we were married. Anyway, the plan was for me to make my appearance at Mary's for pictures and such, then drive back to my place for some more pictures and to let my parents see how nice she looked.

When we were finished at my place, my mom had gushed over not only how I looked, but how pretty Mary looked. We were on our way to the prom. It was being held at a nice hotel downtown. My dad had slipped me his credit card, winking at me. I gasped, slipping it in my pocket. He nodded and went back to the den. Mom saw us to the door. Mary looked at me, questions in her eyes. I just walked her to the car. As I drove us to the hotel, I fished my wallet and then the credit card out of my pockets. I hand them to Mary. She gasped.

"What the hell?" she said.

"Would you put that card in my wallet so I don't lose it?"

"Yes, of course," she said slipping the card into my wallet. "What did he give you this for?"

"Just in case," I replied.

"Just in case of what?" Mary asked.

"Hell, if I know," I lied.

"Don't you ever lie to me, Todd. That will break us up faster than you sleeping with someone else."

"What? No, no, I promise never to lie to you. Okay, okay. He didn't say but the implication was I could use it to get us a room after the prom," I said.

"Oh! I would like that. But you ever lie to me again and I will slap you silly and that will be the end of us. I promise to never, ever, lie to you about anything." Mary was almost shouting the last of her statement.

"God, I love you so much. I promise to never, ever to lie to you about anything."

"I love you too, Todd. I really do. I have for the past three years. I was so happy when you tapped me on the shoulder that day in study hall."

"But did that love stop you from fucking other guys?"

I hit her with the big question. Her eyes got wide. She sat there silent for a long time. We had just pulled into the parking garage at the hotel. I shut the car down and turned to her. She was looking, staring, straight ahead. I put my hand on her arm. Her head snapped to look at me. She was on the verge of crying.

"Why did you ask me that question?" she sobbed.

I grabbed a tissue from the box on the seat between us. I dabbed lightly at her eyes as she tried to stem the flow of tears.

"You don't have to answer that question yet. Let's go have some fun dancing and talking with our friends and classmates and afterward, I'll get us a room and we will talk about us," I said.

Mary took a deep breath, looking into my eyes. I hoped she only saw love and admiration there. I saw love and a bit of fear in hers for just a second, then she was smiling.

"I don't care what your answer is, just so you know. The reason I asked..."

"No! I will tell you up in a room after you have fucked the crap out of me. But please remember, I love you. I love you so much, I will do whatever you want me to. I would..."

"Don't! I yelled placing my hand on her cheek. "Don't say another word about this until we are alone, together."

Mary nodded. I went around to her door and helped her out, just like my dad taught me to. Manners were always expected in our house. I tried to live up to my father and mother's expectations. Mary smiled up at me as she slipped out of the car. Her pretty legs were showing as her dress rode up her legs. I helped her out, sighing as I did.

"You are so pretty. You are always, so pretty. I love you so much."

Leaning forward, Mary pressed her delicate lips to mine for just an instant.

"I love you, too."

We found our way to the ballroom the prom was in and signed in. We found some friends and sat with them at their table. We had our picture taken together. Posed for some the school papers photographer was snapping, he was a junior. We danced with each other. We also danced with others. I never kept track of Mary. I found her dancing with others didn't bother me all that much. Two fights broke out because someone danced too close to someone else's girl, but I just thought that was childish. When she was finished with the other guys she danced with, Mary always came back to me and hugged my arm to her breast. I smiled at her.

"I'm horny. I hope you are too," she whispered in my ear.

"I am. I got the room while you were dancing with Carl."

She smiled at me, pulling my arm tighter to her breast. I smiled and groaned at what she was doing. The prom started to break up around midnight. Mary started to push me toward the elevators. I tried to stop her.

"I don't care who sees us. In fact, I want them to know we are going upstairs to a room. I want them to know you are mine and I am yours," she said almost growling at me.

Nodding, I walked us to an elevator. There were three other couples there, waiting. We smiled at each other as we got on the elevator. The girls were giggling, the guys smiling, as we all knew what would happen in the rooms. Mary and I got off on the fourth floor. I walked us down the hall to our room, slipped the key in the doorknob, and opened the door for her to enter. I stepped in and closed the door, locking the deadbolt. Mary smiled at me. I smiled at her. We were in each other's arms, kissing passionately. I hugged her tightly to me. She moaned as our tongues danced in her mouth.

"Unzip me, I want you inside me. All that dancing has me so horny. Hurry," she almost barked at me.

We were both naked quickly. This was the first time I was able to press my body to her naked body since we started going out. I pulled her to me. She sighed as our skin touched.

"You are so beautiful, Mary Louise," I said.