Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it xx Mica, Yorkshire England.
I was coming back from University a day early. I had some time between lectures and had arranged with mum that I would come home for a few days, but she was expecting me tomorrow. However, today's lectures were cancelled as the lecturer apparently has come down with covid, so, I grabbed my bag and caught an early train and here I was, home, a day early. Hopefully mum and dad will be pleased, if not, er well, I'll go back again. Of course they will be happy.
I walked up the drive, dad's car wasn't there, I assumed he was out at work. Mum's car was on the drive. I decided to just walk in and surprise her, I expected that she would be in the kitchen, or perhaps having an early afternoon Gin in the conservatory. I unlocked the front door as quietly as I could and slipped my shoes off, and padded almost silently to the kitchen, the plan being to walk up behind her and embrace her. Not there. I tried the conservatory, not there either. Oh.
I grabbed my bag and went upstairs intending to put my bag in my room and then kind of search for her. The front door hadn't been double locked, so I assumed she was home somewhere, perhaps in the garden, or having a nap. As I went to my room I heard noises. Not the kind of noises I expected to hear. I very quietly put my bag on my bed and went back to my parents room, the door was half open.
Mum was on her bed, her knees bent up and legs apart. There was a man, not dad, between her legs plugging away at her. She was gasping as he pushed in and that was the noise I heard. I stood watching as mum got shagged by some unknown to me admirer. I didn't know mum had been having an affair, but then why should I? He was certainly enthusiastic enough in his drives, mum did not seem against the whole thing, just perhaps not as enthusiastic as he was.
I watched more closely, mum was naked, her boobs just hanging slightly to her sides and jiggling a little as he shagged. I couldn't see anything of her fanny, obscured as it was by his balls as they danced around in her crotch, occasionally as he lifted up, I could see his dick entering her fanny, but from the distance I was, and the shade darkening her crotch, detail was hard to see.
Mum looked to one side and saw me watching. A look of surprise and then she closed her eyes and let the shagging continue, I guess she decided that there was nothing she could do, she was caught out, she may as well not ruin the moment. She put her legs around his backside and her arms around his back and started rocking, perhaps she was trying to hurry him up, or perhaps she simply didn't care and wanted to get the most of the moment.
He started speeding up, his thrusts becoming more pronounced. I guessed he was getting to the point of no return. Would he fill her fanny I wondered, or pull out at the last minute. I hardly cared and walked away to my room leaving them to it. I didn't click my door to, but I pulled it almost to, let them have their privacy when he left. I stripped to my underpants and lay on the bed musing.
I heard mum's gasps and sighs as she climaxed, his grunts as he ejaculated. There were a few moments of silence, then the sounds of water running in the ensuite, followed by the rustle of clothes. I heard the footfalls on the stairs, and then the front door opened. I assumed he had parked on the street, or perhaps he was a neighbour or simply lived close. It didn't really matter. My door opened and mum came in.
"I wasn't expecting you till tomorrow," she said sitting on the edge of my bed, glancing at my crotch hidden behind underwear.
'Obviously' I thought. "No, well the lecturer today decided he had covid, so with lectures cancelled, I thought I would grab an earlier train and surprise you." I said.
"Ah, yes, well, seeing you was certainly a surprise."
"Well, I hope that you are glad that I am here."
"Of course I am, silly thing to say."
"Well, you know, in light of what you were doing, I thought you may be perhaps, annoyed, embarrassed, something like that?"
"Oh heavens no, I mean no mum wants her son to watch her having sex, you know, but I am still delighted that you are home, for an extra day, wonderful."
"Are you going to tell me who he is?"
"No. Are you going to tell your father?"
"No. It's your business."
"Yes it is. Thank you. Right I am going to shower and I will see you later," her eyes lingering once more on my crotch.
And off she went, me non the wiser, perhaps I could look through her contacts and work out who he is, but, at the end of the day, he was not my concern. I pondered going and peaking at mum in the shower, but that felt a little childish and so I just lay and shut my eyes, replaying the events as I could recall them in my brain's video player.
After a while I heard mum leave her bedroom and go downstairs. Had she remembered to remove evidence from her bedroom I wondered, I went and checked. No she hadn't. Oh mum. I went downstairs and sat at the kitchen table whilst she busied herself prepping tea.
"May I suggest that you perhaps don't do this often?" I asked?
"I thought that we were not going to say anything?"
"Only you have left evidence, evidence I assume you wouldn't want dad to see?"
"Oh shit," she said as she rushed up stairs. She was gone, perhaps ten minutes, then reappeared looking flushed.
"Thank you. A full condom on the floor would have been a bit difficult to explain. It must have fallen off after."
I just shrugged. It wasn't my intention to cover up for mum, but somethings needed mentioning.
After dad came home, we all went to the Brasserie in Bingley for steaks and beer, we laughed at one of our neighbours that had a wooden pergola that blew over every time a breeze blew. He just stood it up again the next day. Next wind, over it blew. It literally just stood over the path, not fixed to anything. We watched a heron fly up the river, mouth full of little fish, and we listened to a couple at the next table who seemed to argue over anything they could. 'With passion like that perhaps they should get a room' I suggested.
Neither mum nor dad said anything and after a while we walked back to the car and went home. I pleaded tiredness from the journey and went to bed. In my room I stripped and dived into the bathroom to wash, teeth etc and went back to my room, meeting mum on the landing. She looked at my dick and then my face.
"I was just checking you had fresh towels, I hadn't had a chance since you came back a day early."
"Ah, okay, there was a towel there when I washed a moment ago, no idea if it was fresh. Night mum."
I went into my room leaving mum to fiddle with towels, left my door ajar and got into bed. I lay there trying to get my head around how things were same even though they were different. We had a great family evening, every one was relaxed and natural, there was no clue that mum was shagging a mysterious man. Was she being natural because this had been going on for a long time? Perhaps dad knew? I doubted it, I couldn't see dad being the kind of man that would accept infidelity.
Then there was mum looking at my crotch earlier and then at my naked dick just now. I didn't expect mums to do that sort of thing, certainly not my mum. It had obviously had the usual effect, by the time I left mum on the landing I was hard as rock, and earlier in my room, my dick had stood up and tented my underpants before she left. Was I embarrassed? Heck no, I just wondered what was up with mum.
Later I heard familiar sounds, crumbs mum was certainly not losing her libido. I slipped out of bed and looked through their partially open door. Mum was on her knees and dad was behind her burying his dick. Mum looked back under her arms and our eyes met. She smiled and muttered something to dad, I couldn't make it out, but he seemed to go at harder.
I headed back to my room, well then, I have come home to a mother that seems to be addicted to sex. I lay on my back outside the covers and tried to get my head around events at home. As I lay there I saw a change in the light and glanced to my door. Mum was standing there naked just looking at me. I didn't acknowledge her but I did take the opportunity to look at her naked body, pretty good I had to say. Her breasts were slightly droopy, but still more up than down, her stomach had a slight roundness to it, her waist tight and her hips broad. Her fanny was shaven and her crease smooth.
She turned away and I was alone once more. I realised my hand was holding my dick, I wasn't sure if I had been doing that when mum stood there or not. Perhaps she thought I was wanking, perhaps not. I mentally shrugged, turned to my side and the next thing I knew the morning sun was streaming in.
Dad was away at work early, always was an early starter, he hated wasting time sitting in commuter traffic, he was usually the first into work. I got up and stretched and then wandered to the bathroom, used the loo, washed my bits and pieces and then my teeth and wandered back to my room. Mum's door was open and I could see her moving about in just her knickers.
I put shorts and a T shirt on and went down for breakfast. I filled the kettle and was just wondering toast or cereal when mum came down, as far as I could tell just wearing her robe and knickers. I was pretty sure her boobies were free and easy.
"Morning sweetheart, what do you want to eat?" She asked.
"I think Toast and marmalade please mum," I answered having apparently ruled out cereal.
"I think I'll join you, and would you like to have tea or coffee?"
"Tea I think please." I liked the way tea seemed to cleanse my palate whereas coffee could be a little cloying.
I sat at the kitchen table watching mum as she moved around, bread in the toaster, butter, milk and marmalade from the fridge and tea bags in the mugs. Mum was old school in many things, coffee was always served in cups, tea in cups on Sundays, but mugs for breakfast, but oddly she didn't go for leaf tea and a tea pot.
Tea in front of me, followed by the buttered toast and the marmalade and a spoon for spreading. Mum sat down opposite me and watched as I spread the marmalade on my toast.
"Does she look after you?" Mum asked as she cradled her mug of tea.
"Who mum?" I said as I took a mouthful of toast.
"Your girlfriend?"
"Mum, I look after myself, she is not my girlfriend in order to look after me."
