3 weeks ago I was supposed to go to the cinema with friends after work. I wasn't feeling well when my shift ended so I cancelled and had them drop me home on the way. Mom's car was at home but the door was locked. We lived in a pretty secluded area so the door was rarely locked when someone was home. I opened it and stepped inside to the low sound of romantic music.
I was surprised since Dad was away with work for the whole week, not that there was a whole lot of romance in my parent's relationship anyway. They didn't even have sex anymore never mind make love. I decided to investigate quietly. I crept down the hall to the living room. The door was slightly ajar and the music was definitely coming from the room.
I peeked in and quickly pulled my head back. My heart was racing. There was a stranger on the couch with his pants around his ankles and someone who looked suspiciously like my mother was sucking him off. I didn't know what to do. My head told me to leave but another part of me wanted to watch. An increasingly large part as it happened.
"Oh God Linda." A voice drifted from the room, "You suck a mean cock!"
I heard an unmistakeable 'plop' sound as his cock came out of her mouth.
"Well I used to get enough practice." Mom responded. "I needed to be good to get my bastard of a husband to do anything. I can't wait to be fucked by someone who wants it."
I peeked around the corner to see her mouth slide back over his hard cock. He held the back of her head as she went to work on him again, slurping loudly. I stared at her chubby ass as she bobbed up and down. After a few minutes the guy stated that he was going to cum.
"Not yet you don't!" Mom said standing up. "How about returning the favour?"
"Sorry, but I need to cum Linda!" He said removing his pants completely.
"What!? But you said..." Mom protested as he got up and pushed her to the couch.
I thought about stepping in as mom didn't seem too happy. I was frozen in place though, staring at her giant orbs as they rested on her chest. With a grin on his face he lined his cock up and drove it in to her as deep as he could. Mom moaned and seemed to be happy with it so I stayed where I was.
"Oh Steve!" She moaned, wrapping her legs around his back. "Fuck me Steve; I need a man to make me cum!"
He started to fuck her as hard as he could, his 6 inches pistoning in and out of my mother as I watched. Within a couple of minutes he started to groan.
"Oh! I'm gonna cum Linda! God I'm cumming!" He said pushing as deep inside her as he could.
"No! Hold on baby! Please make me cum!" She pleaded as he collapsed on her. "Please...!"
Mom clearly didn't have an orgasm but 'Steve' didn't seem to care. He pulled out of her and grabbed his pants. He sat next to her on the couch with a big smile on his face.
"That was great Linda!" He beamed, "Gimme a call and we can do it again sometime."
"Ya. Sure." Mom replied politely, a look of disappointment on her face.
A part of me felt bad for her. She had clearly been left disappointed. On the other hand I felt as though she deserved it for cheating. Suddenly I realised Steve was leaving and I hurried back down the hall. I stepped in to the kitchen and hid. Steve walked past and out the front door. Next I heard mom's footsteps. She passed too and climbed the stairs. I heard the bathroom door close and the shower start. I sighed in relief. I sat at the kitchen table a million thoughts running through my head.
I felt pity for mom over what happened. Then I felt angry at her for cheating. Then I felt that she deserved to be satisfied, and dad has no interest in doing it. The strangest feeling though was one of jealousy towards this Steve guy. I realised that more than anything else I wished it was me that was fucking my mom. I ran through the event again in my head. I thought about how hot she looked sucking on a cock, how sexual she was. I thought about her freshly shaved pussy and how I would have been happy to 'return the favour' and eat her out.
As I heard the shower shut off upstairs I thought about the ramifications of what I had seen. She and dad didn't have much of a marriage, but if they divorced because of her cheating she would have nowhere to live and no income. On top of that, mom would really struggle with the shame of being exposed as a cheat. As much as she may not have liked it she couldn't afford for dad to find out about this. I realised that I had some very powerful information.
**
Over the next few weeks I thought about what to do with the power I had. I didn't like the idea of exposing mom and causing pain for both her and dad but I felt she needed to be punished. I wasn't looking for money or favours or anything like that though. I only wanted one thing, her. The more I thought about it, the more I tried to convince myself it was a win-win situation anyway. I would get what I want, she would have her dirty secret kept hidden, and as an added bonus she would finally have somebody to please her. I knew I was being more than a little optimistic but I told myself that it all made perfect sense and she would see that.
**
Here I was then 3 weeks after catching her cheating. I had waited for Dad to leave on business again. He was out of town for the next 2 nights at a conference. Mom walked in to the kitchen smiling.
"So what time are you going to that party Jonathan?" She asked.
"I don't think I will mom, I'm not really in the mood to go out. I think I'll stay in."
A look of shock crossed her face. I had told her a week ago, once dad said he would be out of town, that there was a party I wouldn't miss for the world tonight. I hoped it might give her ideas and lead her to call 'someone'.
"Oh!" She said. "Why? I mean...you seemed really excited about it."
"I dunno mom," I lied. "Just not interested. There are some good movies on if you wanna watch one with me."
"Eh...well sure. I was going to have a...umm...friend over but I'll call her and cancel."
"No don't cancel on my account. I'll watch in my room, have your friend over."
"No!" Mom said nervously. "No, I can see her anytime. I want to spend some time with my son instead. I'll just go give her a call."
As soon as mom left the room I jumped up and followed her. I took the stairs 3 at a time after she rounded the corner at the top. I heard her door close and crept down the hall. I pressed my ear to the door. It was a struggle to hear but I could just about make out her what she was saying. She was telling Steve that he couldn't come over. He clearly wasn't taking it well as she had to keep fending him off. She told him something had come up. He must have been suggesting somewhere else to meet as she was saying she couldn't get out tonight. I went back downstairs with a smile on my face and put a bottle of wine in the fridge.
**
I showered and headed downstairs at about 7 o clock. Mom was in the living room. I hesitated for a second, worried about the ramifications of blackmailing my own mother for sex. It could have had a fatal effect on our relationship. She could have been so disgusted by the idea that she preferred to just come clean to dad, meaning they would divorce. What would that accomplish? I took a deep breath and went in.
"Would you like a glass of wine mom?" I asked casually.
"Oh, sure honey. Thanks." She said.
I walked to the kitchen wondering how to approach the subject. I decided it would be easier after a few drinks. Mom very rarely drank so I hoped the wine would affect her. I poured 2 glasses and went back to the living room, bringing the bottle as well. Mom drank her first glass pretty quickly. I presumed she was a little disappointed at not getting to be used and disappointed tonight.
I'm not a big wine drinker so I sipped at my glass, my confidence growing as she quickly refilled hers. We sat and drank in quietness watching the film as the sky darkened outside. After about an hour, as it got dark enough for her not to be able to see the fear in my eyes, I decided it was time. Mom had slowed but was filling her 4th glass by that time. I finished my second and sat it down.