I was home from the Air Force. Dad was off on yet another business trip, so it was just mom and I alone at the house for the week. In fact, I suppose it had always been this way, as long as I can recall. When I was a kid, I guess I had been my mother's only company other than the other housewives in the neighborhood.
Of course, once I got older, into high school and sports and girls, even I was not there. Then there was college for a couple of years and then, when I decided I wanted a little adventure, I joined the service. I remember mom crying when she learned I was going, and I had always thought it was because she was afraid for my safety. I guess I did not realize that she was just lonely. Looking back on it now, I suppose she was crying more for herself than me. I mean, after all, I was joining the Air Force, it was not like I was going to be charging any hills or anything. I was stationed in San Antonio, far from Desert Storm.
The first couple of days, I had been out with my friends, but I guess I was finally growing a bit as a person. I could sense the frustration and loneliness Mom was feeling, as we dined at her favorite restaurant, a little Italian place tucked away in the city. I also noticed she was drinking a little more wine than usual at the meal. By the time we got home, Mom was feeling quite good. She was even giggling, as we returned home.
"Thank you for this, honey," she smiled, as we slipped in the door. Her blue eyes danced as she looked up at me. Mom was quite short, barely over five feet tall. She had been a gymnast at one time, though she had felt the need to quit when she got "too top heavy" (her words). Her frequent trips to a gym and her love for cycling had kept her petite frame quite lovely. This particular evening, Mom had dressed up. She was wearing a shorter dress than usual, which showed off her tanned, toned legs. It was summer, so she had worn no hose. The effect of the white sundress and her dark skin and auburn hair made me see Mom as a truly beautiful woman.
On this evening her smile had an impish quality to it. I had seen that often when I was a child, but less as I grew older. It was as if she had a secret that she just wanted so very badly to share. It was times like these that I always wondered what Dad was thinking. Couldn't he send someone else to Decatur? Shit, I thought, Mom is a knockout.
Mom and I stayed up past midnight, drinking yet more wine and talking about all sorts of things. Mom had become, and I suppose, always was a night owl. I had been a night person as well, but Texas was two hours ahead and the wine was getting to me. I toddled off to bed about one or so.
I suppose it was about three when I got up to go downstairs to get glass of water. Not expecting Mom to be up, especially after all the wine, I didn't bother with a robe, and just went down stairs clad only in my boxers. By the time I got down to the kitchen, I could hear the TV on in the den. I quickly drew a glass of water from the tap, and was about to head back up to my room, when I heard strange noises coming from the TV.
The sounds were faint, but they were the unmistakable sounds of porn. I had a fairly healthy collection back n S.A., so I knew porn sounds. I peeked into the den. The room was dark, except for the TV. I could barely make out Mom, as she lay on the couch. Figuring she had fallen asleep, I crept in to turn off the TV. I suppose I also wanted to see a little porn, just enough to masturbate to when I got up stairs, but my main focus was turning off the TV.
As I slipped in, I could see two men sharing a rather large breasted woman in what looked like was a park. The scene, while amateurish, was really arousing. As I reached for the remote, which sat alongside my dozing mother, I recognized the petite, well-endowed woman as my mother. Neither of the men were my father. I was stunned. I stood there frozen, a tent growing involuntarily at the crotch of my boxers, as I watched two strangers take my mother's pussy and mouth. From the looks of it, it was actually her cunt and mouth taking the two strangers.
Her long, painted nails gripped the thighs of the man in her mouth, as if she was locking him in place. Meanwhile, her ass kept plunging back towards the large cock in her pussy. I saw the camera move to a better angle and immediately wondered just who was filming this scene. As I reached beside Mom for the remote, her small hand slipped around my wrist. "Please, Mike, don't turn it off."
Her voice was husky. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see that the sundress was laid across the back of her couch. Mom was under a thin blanket, but I could sense that she was nude beneath it. The intermittent light from the TV made her eyes seem to glow, as she looked up at me from the couch. Her right leg was bent and pressed to the back of the couch. I could make out the smoothness of her tanned thigh, as the blanket had slipped from it. God, I couldn't help but think things I had never thought about my mom.
"I always cum when I watch this, you know," Mom said softly. I could feel her eyes on me. I looked down at her mutely, my hand trembling slightly. I could not believe my ears or my eyes. "You seem to be enjoying my little movie, too, honey," she said softly, a wry smile turning up the corners of her red, pouty lips.
"Uh, oh, I'm sorry Mom," I stammered, not knowing exactly what to say about the video, my nude mother beneath the blanket or my obvious arousal at both. I released the remote and started to get the hell out of there when Mom's grip on my wrist tightened slightly.
"Please, honey, stay for a bit," she whispered, as if whispering it made it okay—as if the fact that the plea was spoken softly somehow softened the fact that she wanted her only child to watch her used and using two anonymous men in a local park.
Not knowing what to say or do, I merely stood there. I stood there in my boxers, my erection obvious even in the scant, flickering light, as I watched a sex video with my mother, who, incidentally, was the star attraction. I could feel the blood pulsing into my throbbing cock, even as I tried to will it to deflate. It seemed the more I thought of it, the harder it got.
Mom sat up on the couch, the blanket covering her nude body slipped momentarily from her breasts. At first, her delicate hands moved to pull the blanket up to cover herself, but she paused, and then just let the cloth gather at her lap. Her breasts were lovely. She patted the couch beside her and, looking up at me, silently urged me to sit beside her. Without straying my eyes from the full, surprisingly pert breasts punctuated by those small, hard nipples, I sat beside her. I was unaware that in doing so, the head of my blood-engorged cock had poked out from the opening in the front of my underwear.
