Note: The following story is entirely fictional and all of the characters are over 18 years of age. I have received numerous requests to add a third character to Miguel's fun. This is my first attempt to do so.
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My name is Miguel and I live with my mother in the city of Boston. My father passed away when I was quite young and the two of us have been on our own for as long as I can remember.
As the summer before my freshman year in college wound down, my mother and I were relaxing at home one Friday evening when the phone rang. My mother got up to answer it and spoke briefly.
"That was your Uncle John. He and your Aunt Isabelle have to leave suddenly because his mother is ill. They don't want to leave Diego alone, so they were wondering if he could spend the weekend with us."
Diego was my cousin, and their only child. He had also turned 18 this past year. He attended a different high school in the city and although we were friendly, we were not especially close.
In my family, such questions are not really questions at all but gentle requests. In the universe of giving and receiving favors, a rough score was kept.
"He's coming on the T. Could you go pick him up while I try to straighten up this place?" mom queried.
"Sure, no problem." I replied.
I walked the short distance to the subway, fighting a growing annoyance. It was only for a few days, I told myself. Diego was a good guy, but he was rather quiet. We didn't seem to have much in common, so I was wondering what we would talk about. In addition, on a few occasions this past summer I thought I had caught him looking at my mother in a suggestive way.
"Hey, Miguel!" Diego called cheerfully as he stepped off the subway car. I smiled and shook his hand. He had a duffel bag over his shoulder. It looked like he was prepared to stay for a few days.
"Good to see you!" I offered as we began walking the short trek back home.
We chatted about girls, school and the upcoming freshman year in college. By the time we got home, I had relaxed and decided I was going to enjoy this weekend.
I pushed open the front door, and my mother emerged from the kitchen to greet us, drying her hands on a towel.
"Diego!" she exclaimed as she extended her arms for a bear hug.
Diego seemed eager to oblige, and then he planted a kiss on her cheek. Perfectly normal, I told myself.
"Have you had anything to eat?" mom asked.
"Uh...not in the last half hour..." he replied, and they shared a laugh.
"OK, come on. Miguel and I have already eaten."
We settled in the kitchen and my mom did what she did best, fuss and cook.
My mother is a beautiful woman. Not tall at 5' 3", but well proportioned. She has long brown hair that she often wears up while at home. Having had me at the age of nineteen, my mom was 37 this past summer. On this occasion, due to the extremely hot weather, mom was only wearing shorts and a short-sleeved blouse, in addition to her sandals. From many days spent at the beach, her skin was deeply tanned.
Mom was distracted with her cooking and didn't say much. Although Diego was talking with me, about sports, the family, and his job, I couldn't help but notice his eyes following my mother's movements, especially when she bent over to open a drawer or to check on the chicken baking in the oven.
Diego ate and then we retired to the living room to watch some TV. By 11:00 pm, I was thoroughly bored and excused myself. Diego would be staying in our tiny guest bedroom down the hall.
I entered my bedroom and lay on my back on my bed and tried to decide what to do next. It was too early to go to sleep, but I closed my eyes to think.
I awoke with a start.
I rubbed my eyes and peered at the clock on my night stand. It read 12:24 am. I had dozed off for nearly an hour and a half. I was still fully clothed, so I stripped down to my underwear and headed to the bathroom to clean up.
As I entered the hall, I noticed the door to my mother's room was open a few inches and light was streaming out into an otherwise dark house. In our notoriously drafty home, this was a common occurrence if one did not secure the door firmly.
I stopped when I heard voices. My heart rose in my throat as I approached my mother's door. The door was open enough that, by getting close, I could see right in.
I was stunned to see my mother, on all fours, on top of her bed. She was completely naked except for a pair of high heeled shoes. Her head was turned so that she was looking back in the direction of her rear end.
I couldn't help but admire her caramel body. The shoes she was now wearing accentuated the beauty of her legs. On her left thigh and ass-cheek I could see the hint of her bikini line. With her left arm extended straight down, half of her left breast and the nipple were hidden from view.
"That's it. Start by licking around the outside and then try to push your tongue all the way in." I heard her whisper.
Moving slightly, I was able to see Diego behind her, standing at the side of the bed. He, too, was naked. He had his penis in his hand and he was stroking it slowly.
I watched as he bent and extended his tongue, laying his left hand on my mother's lower back. Mom moved her head to look forward again, and I watched as she closed her eyes and curled her lips into her mouth. At that moment, I realized that Diego was licking her ass.
"That's it...all the way in..." she whispered, arching her back, slightly, with her teeth clenched.
"OK...now put that thing in me." she instructed.
I moved to watch as Diego straightened up. Still standing on the side of the bed, he laid the mushroom head of his dick against my mother's asshole. As he pushed forward slightly, mom moved back, until he seemed to be in completely.
They both groaned, and then they began moving rhythmically. Diego placed both of his hands on my mother's ass and began moving in time with her.
As I watched this scene, I was amazed at the machine-like efficiency of my mother's little body. She was working with a single purpose, to draw the cum out of this man.
