When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard a soft feminine moan coming from the living room. My first thought was that my mom might be hurting. I peeked in from the hallway. My heart stopped.
Mom was seated on the sofa, but she wasn't alone. Jared was with her. Her dress and bra were draped over the arm of the sofa. She was still wearing her panties, and Jared had his pants on, but his shirt was off and his pants and underwear were down around his legs. His enormous cock was standing upright as her hand kept gently caressing the head with her fingers and palm of her hand - just the way Audra used to do me. Her head was tilted back, mouth open, and it looked like they were swapping tongues. Her tits were all exposed and his hand was squeezing one of them. They were so busy soul kissing and moaning into each other's mouths that neither of them noticed me.
I'd never seen my mother bare-breasted before although I had often seen her in a bikini. She had a sensational figure. Although not huge like Mehmaw, her breasts were still very large for her slender frame, and they hadn't lost much of their youthful firmness.
Jared wrapped his hand in her near shoulder length blond hair, and pulled her head away. They looked at each other for a moment, smolderingly. She put her hand behind his head and passionately drew his face back down to hers. As they kissed, she grasped the shaft of his cock, but I noted it was far too thick for her hand to encompass.
I staggered back into the hallway. My legs were starting to buckle and I had to sit down on the bottom step of the stairs. My head was swimming. I felt completely disoriented. She didn't look to me like she was exactly being coerced into this. What the fuck was going on?
I leaned forward and took another peek around the doorway. Her hand was gliding up and down his cock, and then she formed a ring with her thumb and forefinger and used it to make small movements just over the head. He groaned with pleasure and mashed his big thick lips into hers. He guided her hand to his balls, and she obligingly caressed and massaged them. She broke off from the kiss and laid her blond head on his shoulder, then dipped her head to tongue and suck one of his nipples. He watched her with this expression of cool satisfaction.
It felt like the whole fucking world had gone insane. What could have possessed my mother to be doing such a thing? I was furious and hurt. It was such an incredible act of betrayal against my dad. Sure, they'd had they squabbles like any couple. But I knew he absolutely adored my mother. Had she been cheating on Dad with other men? I had to wonder. What would Dad do if he ever found out about this? It would crush him. He'd probably want a divorce. And even if he did stay with her, how could he ever trust her again? She was risking breaking up our family with this fucking escaped con!
And she was betraying me, too, wasn't she? She knew I was in the house. How could she run the risk that I'd catch them in the act?
And what of her own mother? It didn't seem to worry her any that Mehmaw and these other men weren't around. She was upstairs right now, getting gang raped by this guy's buddies. And they'd even dragged me into it, forcing me to fuck my own grandmother!
And now here Mom was, letting herself get ravished by some black criminal whom she'd known for, what, a couple of days? Who knew what the fuck he'd done to get himself locked up in the first place? It might have been for murder. Or armed robbery. Or rape! And here my mother was, kissing this felon and handling his cock like he was her husband. Or worse yet, her pimp.
Burning tears of anger and resentment started welling up in my eyes. But then there was another part of me that was incredibly excited by the perversity of everything that was going on. Maybe I was just jealous that the cock she was fondling was his and not mine? What kind of sick, fucking degenerate was I turning into?
I couldn't stand not seeing what was going on, so I sneaked into the kitchen where I could watch them from behind the kitchen counter. They were still going at it hot and heavy. He was handling her breasts as if he owned them. He was very suave, very confident with her. Everything he did was slow and deliberate. No wasteful moves with this guy. He seductively caressed her belly, then slowly slid his hand inside her panties, then worked one of his big fingers artfully into my mother's cunt. As he explored her, the unfaithful slut started to make small gyrating movements with her goddamned hips!
Then he knelt down on the floor and gently ran his hands between her long shapely legs, along the outer parts first, then up to her inner thighs. As he slid down her panties, she raised her hips to assist him. Her pubic hair was only a slightly deeper shade of blond than the hair on her head. He gently parted her labia, then lowered his mouth to her pussy and began to run his tongue all around, paying special homage to her clit. The fucking bastard! Her hips began slow, undulating movements in accompaniment to his licking and sucking. Mom put one of her hands on the back of his head. He then slid his hands under the cheeks of her ass and kneaded them as he ate her out, spreading her cunt lips with his thumbs as he ran his long pink tongue up and down and all around, and then slid it up inside her.
My mother looked like she was in a continual state of delirium. She snaked her long legs around his neck and used them to pull his face into her harder. She began making fucking movements with her pelvis. Her eyes were closed, her face a mask of mounting ecstasy. A steady torrent of moans was now flowing from her. She reached with one hand toward his cock, her fingers just barely touching the head. She adjusted her position and reached for his cock again and stroked it lovingly, teasing the pre-cum from the slit and rubbing it with her fingertips all over his tender glans. Jared groaned his intense pleasure into her pussy lips, then resumed his tonguing her. There was a sudden intake of her breath and her lips quivered and her butt trembled as she gave way to a wave of powerful orgasms.
"Ohh! Ohhhhh-ho-ho!" she moaned, "Ohhhh!" As the tension in her body gradually ebbed, she seemed to melt down into the cushions.
Fine, I told myself, all right. She's kissed the bastard, she's fondled his dick, and allowed him to eat her. But, bad as it is, at least she hasn't blown him.
She finally roused herself and rolled on her side and held out her hands for him to help her sit up straight.
