We were on the expressway headed away from the city. The road was populated with trucks in the right lane, all of them trying to get out of the city before rush hour. Mom moaned distracting me, as I looked at her plunging her fingers in and out of her body. I heard truck horns next to us blaring. Mom was not only putting on a show for me but for anyone who could see down into the car. The look on her face was so sexy. Did I just think that? She was my Mom and here she was finger fucking herself right next to me.
As we turned onto our street, she flipped her dress down and smoothed it over her lovely legs. After stopping in the driveway, she jumped out of the car and almost ran to the house. Inside she went up stairs. I followed her wondering if she was serious or had a change of heart. I was sort of looking forward to spending some time with her and if she meant what she had said, well I was ready. Thinking about what had happened at the airport was turning me on again.
Looking into my Mom's bedroom, I saw her standing naked in front of the bed with a suitcase opened and half full. Turning to grab something else out of her dresser drawer, she noticed me gawking at her.
"Do you think I'm pretty? As pretty as those young girls you have dated?" she asked, as she stood there almost posing for me.
"Mom you will always be the most beautiful woman I know. God, you are so hot!"
"I'm glad you like the way I look, son, god I'm so wet thinking about what I did to you at the airport," she told me as she went back to packing her bag.
I noticed she wasn't really packing much in the way of clothes, just a lot of lingerie. Sexy panty and bra sets. Garters and stockings, shear nightgowns, and at least three bikini swimsuits. Things I had never seen her in, things I thought I should never, ever see on her. My cock was standing at attention as she turned back to me and smiled.
"Go, go pack a bag. We shouldn't need much. I think we will be spending a lot of time indoors. So go pack," she prodded me by patting my stiff cock.
Backing away, I tried to think of what I had that would be sexy. I had nothing really. No sexy underwear, no sexy clothes of any kind, I did however have a jockstrap. For some reason and I was told this by a girl friend, girls at least thought that a guy in a jockstrap was sexy. I don't know why but that's what she said along with several of her friends. I had a couple of them, so I grabbed my overnight bag and threw them inside. I packed some underwear, shorts, t-shirts and a pair of sandals. I had on a nice pair of pants, a button-down shirt and a pair of tennis shoes should we need to go out.
As I stepped out of my room, Mom was standing in the hall waiting. She had on a yellow sundress with a white straw hat perched on her head. She looked so cute. Bending forward she grabbed the hem, it ended just above her knees, pulling it up to her neck. She wore no panties. God her pussy looked so sexy. Dropping the hem, she pulled down the top to show me she wore no bra. With my eyes wide with surprise, she stepped back into the bright sunlight and the dress disappeared. She stood naked before me. Turning so I could see her from the rear, I yelped my surprise at the tattoo I had never noticed. It was a little fuzzy, but I saw it through the dress.
"Mom, where did you get that dress? And when did you get a tramp stamp?" I hoped I didn't offender her.
"The dress I have had for years, your father bought it for me on our fifteenth wedding anniversary. Dad gave the tramp stamp, as you put it, to me the next year when we were in Florida. For spring break," Mom smiled at me over her shoulder.
"Spring break! You have been to spring break in Florida. You, my Mom, have been to spring break with all those college kids?"
"I was and I had a marvelous time," she replied picking up her bag and heading downstairs.
I rushed to follow her. She had the trunk open and had already placed her bag there. I threw mine in after hers and closed the trunk. I walked to the passenger side where she was waiting, standing all prim and proper as a lady should, for me to open her door. She looked wonderful in her sundress and the closer I got to her the more it disappeared. As I opened the door, she slid in allowing he dress to ride up her beautiful legs. As she reached back for the seat belt, I had a clear view of her breasts. Her smiling eyes met mine as she pulled the belt across her lap.
I closed her door gently and ran around to the driver's side, got in, and started the car. The drive to the lake house would take around two hours. Two wonderful hours with a woman, I had known all my life but hadn't known at all. We talked and as we talked, she would put her hand under her dress and caress herself as she told me stories about her life with Dad.
It would seem my Mom was a slut and had been since she was a teenager. When she met my Dad, he realized what she was and exploited her, to what my Mom said was, to his advantage. She had enjoyed every minute of her exploitation. They started with swinging, my Mom was a swinger, holy shit! They started with couples like themselves, but soon Mom wanted more and Dad was happy to help her get whatever she wanted.
They were then inviting single men along with couples to their parties. This all happened before I was born of course. Soon they were just inviting single guys over to fuck Mom. Surprised by all this I was having trouble driving because my dick was so hard. Mom and Dad continued to throw her 'gangbang parties', as she called them for a couple of more years. Then she told Dad she wanted a son. The parties stopped while Mom and Dad tried to conceive. Two months after going off the pill, Mom came back from the doctor's office and told Dad she was pregnant.
They were both overjoyed and planned a party for the next weekend. Damn, my Mom was a horny slut! All through her pregnancy, she had multiple sex partners every weekend. Dad just couldn't keep up with her by himself, so on weekends they would get a motel room for their parties. Each night there would be as many as ten men in the room waiting to fuck my Mom. During the day she and Dad would sleep then go out for something to eat until the next group showed up to take care of Mom's problem.
After I was born, the parties stopped, completely. Dad was not only exhausted from helping Mom take care of me but trying to take care of her needs too. At one point Dad was so tired that he almost had to go to the hospital. That's when Mom started having 'friends' come over at night or while Dad was at work and I was napping. Dad recovered and Mom was sexually satisfied.
As I grew up, they moved their escapades out of the house to an apartment Dad rented just for Mom. Grandma, who didn't know anything about Mom, would come over to watch me. She was happy to do it. While Mom would go on 'errands', she needed to do them during the day. At night, they hired a babysitter for me and headed out. She said it wasn't every day or every night, just on weekends and the occasional Wednesday afternoon. Whether Grandma suspected or was curious why every Wednesday, Mom didn't say.
When I was ten, they bought the lake house for all of use to enjoy. Mom said it was a place to relax and enjoy her husband and son. She told me she really enjoyed being at the lake in the summer. She said there were several houses where parties went on which she could let loose without shame. I do remember when growing up there were a lot of nights that Dad put me to bed and Mom headed over to the neighbors to 'talk'. However, as I got older they had to be more discreet with how they got Mom what she so desperately needed, cock.
By the time I was in high school, they had stopped, not because of my age, but because of AIDS. Dad would bring around a select few men, uncles to me, for Mom. She told me condoms were required for everything they did together. She then told me that Uncle Bill was not really my uncle he was her lover until this morning. This morning she had decided only to have sex with Dad, oh, and me.
Chapter 2
My mind was reeling as I pulled up into the driveway of the lake house. It was really only a four-bedroom, five if you count the basement as a bedroom, wooden house. It had been painted many different colors while we owned it, but right now, it was a sun-faded light blue with light brown trim. The only good feature of the house was the copper roof.
Opening the trunk I grabbed both of our bags, then slammed it shut. Mom whirled around to see what had happened. I smiled as her dress flared out like a parasol showing me her lovely legs almost up to her naked pussy. What did I just think? Moms don't have pussies! I had seen my Moms twice today and it had looked marvelous. I winked at her. For some reason that made her blush. Now I had seen Mom blush many times, but this time I thought, she looked so sexy, that I could feel myself becoming aroused.
Mom held the door open for me as I carried the bags to the big bedroom, the one Mom and Dad used. Right behind me, she pinched my ass as I dropped the bags. Spinning around to face her, I pulled her to me in a lover's embrace. Her lips were soft and partially open waiting for my tongue to dance with hers. Letting my hands drop to her ass, I gave it a little squeeze. Mom moaned into my mouth as I pressed her against me.
