A New Life in
Twenty-four Hours
Aggie
The unbelievable was happening. Only feet from me, I watched as my husband grunted and then unloaded a load of hot sperm down another woman's throat while I leaned over the kitchen counter; feeling the pulse and heat of a man not my husband, pouring his seed into my belly.
I was in mind numbed shock as my orgasm tore through me; that last faint spark of reason, wondering how we had gone from being the most conservative middle class home, to this in less than twenty-four hours.
My name is Aggie or Agatha Proctor. My husband and I own a family hardware business in a small Pennsylvania town. The store has been in my husbands' family for four generations now and we do fairly well since we are the only major hardware in the area.
Tom and I both grew up in this area; and we will most likely be buried here one day. Boring maybe, but there is something to be said for tradition and stability. After twenty-five years of marriage there is a sense of comfort knowing things don't change. Tom and I enjoy our Saturday evenings in front of the television; he is a leader in the local masons, and I am the president of the church women's group. In other words about as staid as you can get in Pennsylvania Dutch country.
People might call us conservative, and maybe in some things we are; but one thing Tom and I did was make sure our two children were raised knowing what the real world was like. That meant being open minded about some things a lot of others around here most likely aren't. But then again, that's private family business not theirs.
Cecilia, or Sissy; was our first born. At twenty-four she now has her teachers' degree and teaches middle school in a neighboring district. Eric, our son just turned twenty-three; and like his father is working the family business.
But all of that lets you know that life for us was plain and ordinary. I had no idea last evening what was going to happen to our world. It was the most innocent thing; I simply had to go to the bathroom. Tom and I were watching the television, and I quietly headed up the stairs to the main bathroom.
I was passing down the hall when I noticed Erick's light on and his door cracked open. Honestly it never occurred to me; it was that simple mother's instinct that at fifty years old is ingrained in you. I took care of my business, and on the way back stopped at Erick's door to tell him good night.
I didn't even think about it, I mean the door wasn't exactly closed. So many should have's I guess. I should have knocked; I should have just gone on by after all he is a grown man now. I didn't. I stood there in my robe and night gown, and swung that door open...and froze.
Now, to understand; Erick was like his father and fit the country mold. At six foot and two hundred pounds; he was a lean muscular boy. God no, in that moment; he went from boy to man; and I mean total man.
Erick was stretched out on his bed; which happens to be positioned at the opposite end of his room and sideways to the door. That gave me a full open view of the entire length of his bed. Or rather, a full open view of his naked form stretched out on that bed.
In three seconds, the entire scene came into sharp focus. That firm jaw; his face locked on the small iPad he had on his upper chest. The bulge of his bicep as his arm moved up and down. That taut flat abdomen firm with muscle; and that...that...monster his fist was gripping. It was thick and long, and God was it hard. The angry purple head oozed a clear fluid as his fist glided up and down.
Now masturbation is NOT an evil; Tom and I made sure both our children knew that. We never hid the sex talks, and we encouraged our children to explore; and to know certain acts were just natural. That included self pleasure; after all everyone does it; even Tom and I from time to time when our moods don't always match.
But knowing your son masturbates; and seeing a full grown twenty-three year old man stroking himself is something different. I didn't know what to think or even feel; but my body did. I felt my nipples harden, and a gush of warmth between my thighs. I knew I needed to quietly back out before he saw me; and I fully intended to channel these sudden emotions into attacking my husband; when the unthinkable happened.
"Oh mom" I heard Erick softly groan.
Mom; he couldn't mean me? Dear God was he masturbating to ME? I silently took a side step so I had a little better view over his shoulder. My eyes locked to his iPad and I shuddered. It was a picture of me, hanging clothes on the line out back. It had to be recent it was summer. I was reaching up to the clothesline, and the edge of my skirt had ridden up in the back, I could just make out a hint of the white of my panties.
"Oh my God" I couldn't stop the sudden gasp.
Erick's head whipped around, and he stared at me wild eyed. "Mom" fear filled his face. The amazing thing was, his hand never stopped moving. In the next instant I knew why.
"Oh shit" Erick grunted.
I stared dumbfounded as a thick white rope shot out of the tip of his penis and arched straight up into the air. I just stood there rooted to the spot, Erick staring back at me as a second thick rope soon followed the first. Good God he was cumming like a fire hydrant.
"Oh God" I groaned as the pulse of his fluids was matched with a gush between my thighs. "Erick how could you...I'm your mother" I groaned even as my wet panties clung to my lips.
"Mom, I'm so sorry" Erick half whimpered "I just...you're just...oh God." His eyes stared at me and I saw it then, that hunger that glows from when Tom saw me naked. It was right there, only it was my son.
"I'm what?" another should have. I should never have asked that question.
"So sexy" Erick gave a guttural rumble and then I watched in horror as his hand started to move again.
A man had just called me sexy; I have news son or not that is a definite build to any woman's ego; especially at fifty. When I realized he was doing it again I was shocked; I mean he had just...you know...done it; how could he do it so soon.
My eyes dropped from his face to his groin and I was stunned to see that thick monster in his grip was still steel hard. His belly was covered in white goo and still he was hard.
"I've dreamed...of seeing..." his voice had this detached quality.
I looked up and realized his eyes were staring at my full breasts as they pushed out against my robe. Age had helped them sag a bit, but at 38D's that's to be expected. I knew he could see the cleavage through my open top, there was no way to hide it; and his eyes never left them.
I felt a tremor as I saw that hunger in his eyes. He had dreamed of seeing my breasts. It was so wicked, and so wrong. I should have left the room, I should have told him to stop. I should NOT have tugged on the belt to my robe until it came undone; the flaps opening.
I wasn't wearing anything fancy; it was my usual knee length silk night gown. But you wouldn't have known that from Erick's reaction. His eyes bugged out and he stared at what I knew were my more than evident diamond hard nipples making small nubs in the thin fabric.
I pushed my shoulders back, thrusting my large breasts out; I took two small steps and was only a few feet from the side of his bed. I could smell his sweat as his chest glistened; his eyes were fixed on my chest as his hand picked up speed.
"Oh God" I heard a low rumble.
"You were looking...at my panties" I whispered almost breathless.
"Yes" Erick grunted.
"Is that what made you...cum?" dear God I had said the word.
"Yes" Erick just grunted again.
I reached down and gripped the hem of my night gown in one hand. Erick's eyes immediately locked onto my hand. I inched the cloth up just a bit, and watched stunned as Erick shuddered. Did my body excite him this much?
"Would you do it again...if you saw them?" I asked him.
"Yes" he could barely speak.
My hand slowly inched upwards, his eyes never leaving the rising cloth edge. That hunger in them all but glowed as inch after inch of bare thigh came into view. Not even Tom had ever looked at me with this much desire.
When I reached the edge of my panties, I hesitated. This was so wrong, so lascivious I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was about to show my panties to my son for God's sake.
"Like this?" I asked as I slid the cloth up the final couple of inches.
They were plain white panties; nothing lacy or forbidden. I admit you could not have missed the wide damp spot I was sure I had leaked into them by now. But the reality was my panties were nothing spectacular; while the reaction from Erick was.
"Oh fuck" Erick rasped as I stood there with my night gown bunched at my waist.
His eyes rolled back, his ass rose from the bed and his entire body froze. I heard him grunt again; and then once again a thick white rope erupted straight into the air from the tip of that beautiful penis.
I quivered as I watched another thick rope burst free; and a swamp flooded my panties. I was having an orgasm I was shocked to realize. I wasn't even touching myself as I was dripping down my thighs.
As Erick slowly lowered to the bed I dropped the hem of my nightgown. Turning I walked out of his room without saying a word. Silent I descended the stairs. Tom was reclining on the couch watching television. Without a word I walked over, stood in front of him, reached under my night gown and stripped of my soaked panties.
I reached down and shoved the wet cloth into his face, and then quickly unsnapped his jeans, jerking them to his knees. By the time he had untangled my panties from his face I was on my knees in front of him.
"Aggie, what the...oh fuckkkk" he groaned as I literally swallowed his penis.
"What are you...oh Jesus...woman...oh my God" he babbled as I sucked him to rock hardness.
I climbed up his body and poised my drenched sex over him, holding him upright in my hand. I stared into his eyes and for the first time in my life, spoke my mind.
