As you might have read in my last journal entry, my mother and father visited my family for Christmas last year and my step-son Tom and my mother became involved in a passionate love affair. Well, one might be more inclined to say intense sexual escapades. Regardless, it is a year later and one again we are all together.
My mother and I one night sat together sharing drinks while all the men were out and I asked her about how her relationship with Tom had progressed through the year. In her intoxication, she willingly confided to me all the details, plus a great deal more that I had not expected. Here I share her story, written by myself from her perspective.
To provide a little background, if you have not read my previous entry, Tom is a very masculine young man, 24 years old, a 6'4" college football player at over 300 pounds with a deep manly voice, a strong domineering personality, and a penis of magnificent dimensions. My mother is 49 years old and still possesses her long, thick black hair, showing only a tinge of grey, which she does not dye over. Having had four children she had grown a little thicker through the hips with the years, but she still has the general proportions of a voluptuous woman. She is 5' 2", possesses a slender waist in proportion to her hips, a curvy butt, and a rather generous bust line. With the weight she added with passing years, her bra size has expanded to a 44F. Otherwise, she remains pretty, dainty and generally quite innocent and sweet in her demeanor. My father in contrast is rather older than my mother. In his early 60's, he is quite fat, of poor health and unable to please my mother any further. It is in this context that Tom was able to seduce my dearest mother last year.
But before I tell you of her most recent history that she relayed to me, I shall briefly recant what I saw of them together last year, a memory that will remain forever burned deeply in my mind.
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I noticed during my parents visit to our home over Christmas that Tom and mother were spending large amounts of time together and appeared to glance at each other in a sensual and provocative manner when they thought that they were unobserved. I conspired to learn of their secrets and contrived to have a secret camera installed in Tom's bedroom to spy on their activities. On New Year's Eve my husband, my father, my mother, Tom and myself celebrated with food and drink. After supper we all spent the evening hours sharing drinks and stories, and while my mother stayed close to my father when he was around, she clung desperately to Tom's arm when only they and I were together.
I observed that Tom would on occasion slide his hand down and rub my mother's bum through her long skirt and that she only pushed his hand away when I looked directly toward them. At other times Tom would stand behind my mother and wrap his hands around her waist and lift her heavy breasts from beneath the sweater. She would pretended that he was only giving her hugs and let him freely play with her chest in front of me. As the night proceeded and we all got more tipsy on wine, and when we were alone without the men,
I watched as Tom slid his hand under my mother's skirt and up over her bum as we stood together chatting. Though fairly obvious to me what was occurring, she again pretended as if nothing was going on. She told me with an innocent expression of various happenings in her neighbourhood as Tom caressed the flesh of her pantied ass. She would only pause occasionally in her conversing, flinching or briefly moaning when Tom teased her by, as I must assume, inserting a finger into her vagina.
Tom and my mother would also exchange brief kisses when I was not looking directly at them, but certainly in a position to know what I saw. Later still, when my husband John was showing my father his power tools in the garage, Tom and my mother sat snuggled together on the couch opposing the one I was seated on. As my mother and I conversed of simple matters, I watched as Tom slid my mother's skirt up over her knees and put a hand on her calf. Our conversation was not interrupted as Tom ran his hand up the length of her leg, letting it settle upon the inside of her thick thigh. Without losing her train of thought or our eye contact she continued our discussions while parting her legs slightly to provide him better access and leaned her back deeply against his chest. He placed his free hand on top of her sweater and began to squeeze and grope her boob. She did not respond, but merely listened to me as I explained about the shoes I was looking to buy. Drunk by now she had become clearly something of a tramp, uninhibited and unconcerned that I knew that my stepson was her lover.
She glanced occasionally at me to see if I had an expression of concern. But I pretended to find nothing suspicious in their activities. She placed a blanket that was on the couch over Tom, supposedly to keep him warm, and cuddling up close to him slipped her hand under the cover. Soon it was apparent that she was rubbing his cock through his pants. I could later tell that she had unzipped his pants and had his cock out, the lump in the blanket and the movement of her hand up and down not overly well concealed. Tom slid his hand under her sweater and squeezed and pulled at the soft flesh of her evidently bare breasts beneath, both moaning in pleasure. After some time Tom said that she looked tired and suggested she lay down her head to rest. She agreed and tucking her head under the blanket laid her head on his reclining belly. Placing his hand on her head outside the cover it became obvious that she now had his cock in her mouth and was starting to slowly suck it gently back and forth. Unbelievably my mother was giving my stepson a blow job not six feet from me! With one hand upon her head and other on her breast, soon my stepson's face bore the expression of an orgasm and I knew that my mother was now gulping down his explosive load of cum. She then raised her head from beneath the blanket and announced that she had had a good little nap, while licking from her lips the dribbles of semen that I could clearly see still dripping from them.
Still unsatisfied she pulled her skirt high up onto her thighs so that Tom could reach her pussy, covered by her black thick hairy bush. Taking his one hand she thrust it between her legs, and then grasping her sweater pulled it up around her neck to fully expose her bare breasts. I was surprised by how big they actually were, and though while they did droop somewhat, her breasts maintained much of the elasticity of when she was a younger woman. Her nipples hung low, but I was shocked by how large and dark the areolas were, and how thick, long and erect her nipples remained. I found myself unable to resist staring in fascination as Tom pinched and pulled at her firm nipples and as he dug his fingers deep between her thighs. My mother in turn lowered her hand back under the blanket to his groin and began to rub his penis, trying to get it hard again. She was very drunk, and slurred her words as she spoke. It was at this point the nature of her conversation changed. "Dearest daughter, your step-son Tom and I need to spend a little quality time together upstairs tonight, and it might get a little bit loud. Could you do your mother a big favor please and take the men into the basement, turn on some music, loudly please, and dance the night away with them."
I replied "Well, I do see that you have your hands quite full over there mother, as does Tom." Both smiled and they exchanged a deep and passionate kiss.
