Author's notes
You may have missed Part 1 of this trilogy if you only read stories from this section. And although this story would probably stand on its own, reading Part 1 first might give you a better understanding of events. It was posted in the Mature category.
Either way, I hope you enjoy this tale.
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I'd been fucking Mrs Kowalski for a while now. Not regularly, just every now and again when Mr Kowalski was working nights. He had a nasty temper and I didn't think he'd take too kindly to me fucking his wife.
I liked fucking her though. She was blessed with huge breasts, which turned me on enormously and she was a pretty good fuck although I didn't have a lot to compare her to. Apart from my on again, off again girlfriend Candice Smith, she was the only woman I'd ever had sex with.
But maybe it was time to call a halt to our affair, if that's what you could call it. It was petering out anyway due to the difficulty in finding a suitable time or place to consummate our lust for each others bodies. I loved her big boobs and she equally seemed to love my big cock. And then I began to hear the rumors. People were saying that Mrs K was having an affair with a young stud. Jeez, that was me!
Having my ego stroked like that felt really good for a short time until I realized what the implications of exposure could mean. If I'd heard about the rumors then it would only be a matter of time before Mr Kowalski heard too. And as I said earlier, Mr K had a nasty temper.
Where did I first hear the rumor? Funnily enough it came from a very close source. My mom. I overheard her telling my dad that she'd heard Mrs K was - as she so delightfully called it - 'stepping out on her husband'. She then said that the rumor was that she was playing around with a young man who was hung like a horse. I heard my dad make some noncommittal grunt before murmuring something to my mom that I couldn't make out. I heard her reply clear enough though. She said, "I suppose so."
I didn't think much about it at the time. Shortly after I went out to meet up with Candice. We ended up arguing so I came home. I was sulking because I'd wanted sex. She couldn't because she had her monthly visitation and she refused to give me a blow job saying I was too big for her mouth and it hurt.
The house was in darkness when I got back home. I didn't walk in quietly so it never dawned on me that anything was going on. Not until I went upstairs that is.
The sound of moaning was unmistakable as I drew nearer to my parent's bedroom. The door was wide open, so they obviously weren't expecting me back anytime soon.
What did I do? I looked in of course. I couldn't help myself. I had a great view of my mom laid on her back with her legs spread wide. Dad was sprawled between them humping away and grunting loudly. I was mesmerized. I couldn't look away. I was so conflicted. My god, I was watching my parents have sex and that definitely wasn't right. No child likes to think that their parents ever indulged in sex other than that one time they did it to conceive them. It wasn't right. Old people shouldn't be fucking each other for pleasure, should they? And if thinking about them doing it was bad enough, seeing it was altogether... well ... yuk!
But somehow it wasn't disgusting. For the first time in my adult life I saw my mom naked. Her breasts looked spectacular and I particularly liked the way they jiggled up and down her chest as dad moved up and down her body as he fucked her. God it was so sexy. And why all of a sudden was my cock so hard?
I don't know how long they'd been at it but I suddenly heard my dad speak. "Cumming," he grunted loudly. His butt cheeks clenched, which was disgusting to see - my dad has a skinny backside - and then he rolled off mom. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were slightly parted as she lay there on top of the bed naked, her hips still undulating and grinding down into the bedding. I looked closer at her eyes. So big and brown and so sad. It was then it struck me. She hadn't climaxed. Dad had left her hanging.
With that dad got up off the bed and I fled to my room to contemplate what I had just witnessed. But first I had to relieve the pressure. My fingers fumbled with my jeans but I eventually freed my cock. It didn't take long before I was spurting out a huge load of cum into my toilet.
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It was funny really. I'd never looked on mom as a woman men would lust over. Why would I? She was my mom. But since I'd been fucking Mrs Kowalski it had opened my eyes to the qualities of the older woman. I now looked at them with a fresh eye and even started to watch out for them in the store. And now I was looking they seemed to be everywhere. The vast majority were definitely MILF's ... or is it cougars? I'm not sure what the difference is. I'll have to look it up on the internet. But whatever it was my mom certainly fit into one of the categories and was certainly better than most. Compared to a lot of what I saw she was very desirable.
For one thing she was far better looking than Mrs K or any of the other women I ogled at the store for that matter. With long brown hair that just reached beyond her shoulders and large brown eyes, she was a very attractive woman. Plus she had high cheekbones and flawless skin. Added to that she had a sunny disposition and when she smiled it was generous and wide, showing all her upper teeth including her gums.
And her body? I'd never looked at her that way before. After all she was just my mom but now I looked at her differently. It was probably the same way my friends had in the past or maybe still did. I don't know. When I was growing up she'd always seemed to dress in baggy clothes but now I noticed she seemed to be wearing much snugger fitting garments. Especially around her breast area.
And so it was the next morning. I'd had a restless night, probably traumatized from seeing mom and dad copulating. Twice I'd woken up whilst having dreams about them ... well mainly mom and her large breasts ... with a raging hard on that just had to be relieved. I'd jerked myself off several times so my cock was quite sore.
As I came down the stairs I knew that dad had already left for the day and I could hear mom was talking on the phone. I guessed it was my Auntie. She and mom call each other constantly and seem to speak for hours. I stopped to listen in on their conversation. Mom was in full flow and she'd clearly forgotten I was still upstairs judging by what they were discussing.
" ... yeah, it's just like that," I heard mom say. She was obviously answering something my Auntie had said.
" .. huh huh ...
... you don't say ...
... Well I've heard the same rumor ... that's right ... yeah ... that's right too ... she's having an affair ... huh huh ... yep ..."
My mom didn't say anything for a while so I risked a peek around the door frame. She was stood sideways to me looking out the kitchen window listening as my auntie talked. Holy mother of god! She looked sensational. She was wearing an extremely tight fitting, long sleeved tee shirt type top that just clung to her boobs. I'd never seen them look bigger, they were really full and round. My cock, despite it's fragile state jerked to attention. Holy shit!
"... yeah I heard that too ..." Mom said. I could hear my auntie babbling on although I couldn't make out what she was saying. But she did seem awfully animated.
"... yeah ... hung like a horse so they say ..." Mom started giggling and I noticed she was fiddling about with the ends of her hair.
"... I could do with some of that too ..." Mom started to laugh, "I haven't had an orgasm for ages ... yeah really ... Damien only seems to want to pleasure himself ...
...no ... well I suppose he is selfish ... huh huh ... I confess I haven't cum on his cock for years ...
... NO ... I can't tell him that ... no ... really ... ha ha ha ... very funny Trish ... I've always been faithful ... besides, sex isn't everything ...
... well to you maybe ...
... okay perhaps I should tell him but you know how upset he can get ... so maybe it's better to just keep quiet ... if I upset him he might not have sex with me ever again ... and then what would I do ...
... ha ha ha ... even bad sex is better than no sex ...
... no, he doesn't like to go down there either ... and tragically he seems to have lost the use of his fingers too ..."
I could hear my auntie shrieking with laughter and whilst mom was laughing with her I sensed it was tinged with some regret and dare I say, longing. And why was she making excuses for him?
Oh and by the way, Damien is my dad. My mom's name is Cynthia and her sister is my Auntie Tricia, or Trish for short and obviously Auntie Trish to me.
"Okay, Trish, I'd better go. Ricky will be up soon and I don't want him to hear our conversation about young men with big dicks. It might ruin him for life." She started to laugh again and I could hear Auntie Trish doing the same.
"... yeah he's fine. Working too hard at the moment. Long hours, covering for people off sick. He's not had a day off for ages. Short staffed at the store ... as usual ...
... of course I worry about him ... I can see he's very tired."
