Mom's a Cheat... Now This
It was nearly a week since I hid in my parents' closet and watched my mom and her lover fucking. In the cold light of day, a million different scenarios ran through my head. It was unlikely that I was just going to confront Mom about her infidelity and admit that I was hiding in the closet. I didn't see any benefit to telling Dad what I saw and ruining their relationship. I could try to track Jeremy down but then what? Make threats that would get back to Mom anyway? I couldn't get the visions of my mom sucking and fucking out of my head. I wanted her even more than ever. The passive object of my fantasies had shown me exactly how sexual she was, even if she had no idea about it. I couldn't just be satisfied with masturbating to what I saw. Neither did the risk/reward seem favorable for trying to catch her in the act again. I needed to be proactive. I needed to take control of the situation. I needed to stop asking questions and start acting. I needed Mom. I needed a plan.
"Please, please, please!" That was part of one of the early scenarios that ran through my head about simply begging Mom to sleep with me for my silence. This was the real world, though. Not a porn movie. Blackmail was hardly the long-term answer. No, in this case, I was pleading for her laptop password to be unchanged. My prayers were answered. I was logged in to Mom's accounts again. Mom was at the gym so I was confident that she wouldn't be online for the next hour or so at least. I moved to her Messenger and saw that her last interaction with Jeremy was two days earlier. I clicked on the message and scrolled back through. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a mention of my name. Mom said that I had been acting a little weird the last few days. She was worried that I knew something was going on. Jeremy told her not to worry, they had been very careful. No phone calls, no texts, only secret rendezvous (except for last weekend). Mom wasn't convinced. Jeremy started to get irritated. I continued reading with my heart beating faster. Mom suggested that they cool things off a little. Jeremy did not like that idea. The next message was a couple of hours later. Jeremy apologized and suggested that Mom spend time with her family this weekend, reasoning that maybe I was feeling left out with how much "overtime" she had been doing. The final message was from Mom saying, "Good idea, Overtime!" with a wink emoji. That one made me a little queasy. RIP Chandler Bing. Your spirit lives on.
Mom arrived home from the gym a couple of hours later. She was wearing her workout clothes. She was sweaty and flushed and all I could think of was how she looked when she was making love in her marital bed last week.
"So, what do you think?" She asked.
"Huh?" I replied.
"Are you OK, honey? You've been really zoned out lately..."
"I'm...fine. What was the question?"
I needed to regain my composure. Telling myself to act naturally wasn't a great idea. It's never that easy, is it?
"I don't have overtime this weekend, I was thinking that we could catch a movie or something tomorrow," Mom suggested.
My hopes were raised. Alone time with Mom was exactly what I needed, though I still didn't have a good plan about what to do at that time.
"Sure, sounds great!" I replied like a nerd.
"Awesome. I hope your dad is free. He should be landing around now. It will just be like old times," she smiled.
My mood deflated a little. I felt guilty. Dad hadn't done anything wrong, apart from not satisfying Mom well enough. I should have been happy to spend quality time with my family. I grabbed a soda and went to watch TV.
"You're kidding!" It was about an hour later, nearly 9 PM when I heard Mom shout. I turned the volume on the TV down, but her voice was quieter now. She had a somber tone. I couldn't make out any of the words. I heard her say her goodbyes followed by a rather stilted "Love you, too." Mom came to the living room and sat next to me on the sofa.
"Guess what?" she asked.
"What?"
"Your father didn't land an hour ago because he didn't take a flight. He needs to work again tomorrow to meet some 'important clients'".
I could tell from her intonation that Mom wasn't buying it. "He says he can't be home until Saturday. There goes our family movie night."
"There goes HIS family movie night," I shot back.
"What do you mean? Mom asked.
"We don't have to waste our Friday night just because Dad won't be here" I argued.
I was starting to see why Mom found somebody else. This wasn't unusual. Either Dad loved playing golf much more than he loved being with Mom, or there was something else he loved more than being with Mom. I guess golf, important clients, and overtime are all the same. Now that there was a chance of being alone with Mom, I was determined that she would commit to the idea. I didn't want her to make alternative arrangements, especially of the overtime variety.
"Are you sure, honey?" Mom asked with a little pout. "I'm sure you could find better ways to spend your Friday night..."
"Nope. A plan's a plan. We're going to the movies. I'll even take you for dinner first if you like," I smiled.
"Wow! Dinner and a movie. Lucky me!" Mom laughed. "It's been a long time since I had a real date like that!"
"Then it's settled!" I replied, ignoring the obvious lie.
"OK! I'm going to grab a shower and get an early night," Mom answered.
She had a pep in her step as she walked up the stairs. I imagined sneaking into her room again and watching her as she emerged from the shower and got ready for bed. Would she be lonely in that big bed? Would she find comfort in one of the toys I knew she kept in her underwear drawer? Would she think about Jeremy? Would she think about me? There I go with the questions again. I went to my room, replayed last weekend's scenes in my head, and decided that I was going to try to make fantasy a reality the following night.
Friday flew by with me barely noticing. Mom messaged me at lunchtime asking for the plan for the evening and suggesting dinner at 6 and a movie at 7.30 or 8. I lied about having a university project to submit first and pleaded with her to make it a little later. In reality, I wanted us to have as much privacy as possible. I told Mom that there was a restaurant I wanted to take her to that couldn't give us a reservation that early either. I heard Mom talking about a nice Italian restaurant she wanted to try the last time that she tried to make plans with Dad. Mom agreed and I decided to go to the gym to pass some time. After my workout, with my adrenaline up, I sent Mom a text saying "Oh, make sure to wear something nice" with a winking emoji. My heart was beating fast, and I needed to remind myself how crazy this all was. The most likely outcome was nothing happening with a pretty decent chance of causing irreparable damage to our relationship. Nothing to worry about then.
I got home at about 7 o'clock. As I went upstairs, I heard Mom's hair dryer going and the bathroom was pretty fogged up. I quickly put my gym clothes in the washing machine and jumped into the shower myself. I thought about Mom being here just minutes ago naked and touching her body. I started to get hard and couldn't help but stroke my dick. I imagined Mom joining me, grabbing my cock, and telling me that she would rather stay home with me. After only a couple of minutes, I stroked as fast as I could and started to cum. Thoughts raced through my head, the most prominent being the fatalistic idea of actually succeeding in seducing my mom and then disappointing her by cumming immediately. I pushed those thoughts out of my head and went to get dressed. I put on a nice shirt, the one and only suit I own (which Mom had rather patronizingly told me made me look "All grown up" when I first wore it a couple of years ago), and sprayed my favorite Jean-Paul Gaultier fragrance a couple of times. I went downstairs and sat on the sofa. Ten long minutes passed before I heard Mom slowly descending. She stepped through the door and the idea from the shower of actually getting to the point of fucking my mom before cumming felt like an overly optimistic pipe dream. Mom was wearing a short black skirt with a slit up the side which I swear reached her hip, a dark, wool, V-neck blouse that showed a tantalizing amount of cleavage, black pantyhose, and black heels. Mom had spared no time and effort on her make-up and hair with glossy, red lips and a neat bun at the back of her head.
"Nice enough?" she said with a little twirl.
"Uhm.... Ya! You look.... Nice..." I said, cursing myself for my lack of creativity.
Mom tilted her head to give me a strange look, quickly shrugged, and asked "Ready to go, then?"
"Yep, let's go" I replied carefully positioning my jacket in front of me before standing up.
I wandered around the house looking busy and feigning searching for my house keys as I watched the Uber approach on the APP. I didn't want either of us to drive but was worried that Mom would laugh it off if I suggested taking a ride. Better to simply do it without telling her. Finally, the car arrived, and Mom gave me a quizzical look as I strode out the door and down the path. Thankfully, she didn't say anything and simply followed me to the car.
Rosetti's was one of the classier restaurants in town. I had made a reservation earlier in the day and Mom looked suitably impressed as our car pulled to a stop outside ten minutes later. I told her to wait as I rushed around and opened her car door. Mom smiled and gave me a "Thank you, sir!" as she alighted. I held the restaurant door for her and then quickly passed to give the maître d' the booking details. A rather bored-looking, middle-aged man furrowed his brows looking between Mom and I before simply shrugging and leading us to a quiet table at the back. The restaurant was about two-thirds full, with most diners tucking into their main courses or desserts. I pulled out Mom's chair and she sat with a smile as a waiter came and rattled off the specials.
"Busy night tonight?" Mom asked as she scanned the menu.
"Not especially, ma'am" the waiter replied.
Mom looked a little surprised, glanced briefly at me, and went back to her menu as I averted my gaze. We each ordered one of the signature pasta dishes, all 'amatriciana for me and a carbonara for Mom. As the waiter turned to leave, I interjected with an order for a bottle of red wine, too.
"Ah, the Uber makes sense now" Mom giggled. "I hope the wine doesn't make me too sleepy for the movie!"
"Just trying to give you the authentic date-night experience, Mom" I smiled.
She looked a little uncomfortable and quickly changed the subject to study, gym, and the concert that I attended last week. I awkwardly answered questions about the gig as I tried to shove the images of what I had really done that night from my mind. The wine arrived and I quickly poured us each a glass before proposing a toast to us.
"To us!" Mom echoed. "Thank you for suggesting this. It's nice to get out and I've been wanting to try this restaurant for a long time."
