Mom's a Cheat... Now What?

Author's Note: Thank you for the positive feedback in comments and emails. I tried to include some little tidbits and requests in this story. Sorry for the delay, I'm not a frequent writer.

Now Life's in the Way

Mom groaned, releasing me from the grip of her legs and spreading them wide.

"I love it, baby!" She screamed. "I want you to fuck me every day! I need to be fucked every day!"

"Oh, Mom!" I moaned. "You're gonna get fucked every day!"

In my limited sexual experience, I was aware that things get said in the heat of the moment. Not everything survives the post-nut clarity. However, I meant every word I said that night, and I'm pretty sure Mom did, too. Afterwards, we lay in bed together living in bliss at the life-changing events that had unfolded. From seeing Mom cheating with a younger man, then to enacting a plan to take her on a date with no clear plan, to stumbling headlong into the realization that she had incest fantasies, it had been a whirlwind week, and it seemed like every dream had come true. What we hadn't considered in our love-addled state was that Dad was due back from his 'work trip' the following day. Mom's alarm went off at 9 AM for her Saturday morning yoga class. As she rolled over to check her phone, she sat bolt upright.

"Shit!" She yelled.

"What is it?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"Your father messaged earlier; he said his plane is due soon. He should be home before ten."

With that, Mom jumped out of bed giving me a great view of her naked body. She turned to tell me something, saw my wide-eyed expression, and couldn't help but show a little smile."

"Hey, up here!" She barked playfully. "I'm going to jump in the shower. Can you put the bedclothes in the washing machine and make sure all our clothes are tidied away? I've got to get to my yoga class."

"Won't Dad wonder why the bedclothes are being washed?" I asked.

"Won't he wonder why they are covered in cum?" She responded matter-of-factly.

"Chop-chop!"

With that, she hurried out the door and into the bathroom. I lay there for a few minutes and then tidied up my clothes and left them in my room. I dumped Mom's clothes in the laundry hamper and lugged the bedclothes down to the washing machine. I considered sneaking up and joining Mom in the shower but heard the water shut off. In the throes of passion, my father was the furthest thing from my mind. Thinking about him coming home and slotting back into his little family gave me an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. Strangely, there was no guilt. It was simply resentment that he would arrive back and feel entitled to continue his role as Mom's husband. I realized this anger was potentially dangerous so took a few minutes to drink some water and calm down.

Mom came bounding downstairs minutes later, her hair still damp and her yoga clothes hugging her body in a way that made me envious all over again.

"Mom..." I started.

"Honey," she said, pressing her finger to my lips. "Your dad will be home soon. I'm going to my yoga class because that's normal. You do what you would normally do. If you don't trust yourself to be normal around him, make some plans with your friends for the day."

"What about what we said last night?" I asked, sheepishly.

"No. Going. Back..." she said softly. "But he can never know, OK?"

She took my hands in hers, reached up, and kissed me. I kissed back hungrily, grabbing her and pulling her to me. She flicked her tongue into my mouth, then slowly pulled back.

"Act normally," she said, grabbing my head and staring into my eyes. "Oh, and brush your teeth!"

With that, she took her keys, stopped at the door, blew me a kiss, and then left for her yoga class.

Dad arrived home about 45 minutes later. He seemed incredibly cheery and refreshed for a guy at the end of a busy work week and early morning flight. We chatted briefly about his trip, school, and the 'date' that Mom and I had last night. I quickly excused myself when he started asking about the movie, having not actually seen any of it and feeling way out of my depth. I retreated to my room and worked on some assignments for school. I resisted the urge to text Mom and tried to heed her advice about keeping things normal. The problem was that 'normal' was never going to exist again. Mom arrived home shortly before twelve. I heard her car and moved out to the top of the stairs where barely over a week earlier I had watched her with another man. Dad came to greet her in the hallway and Mom gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Dad pulled her close as she began to move back and kissed her deeply. I hadn't seen them kiss like this in a long time and didn't think it was a very common thing.

"Missed you," Dad said with a grin.

"We missed you, too," Mom said looking completely natural.

I went downstairs and we all sat down for lunch. Dad rarely cooked and the food was not particularly good. We mostly ate in silence as I tried desperately not to look at Mom, fearing that Dad would see the love and lust in my eyes if I did. To break the silence, I asked if Dad had any plans this evening, desperately hoping that he would want to catch up with friends or do anything else that took him out of the house. To my horror, he said that he wanted to make up for missing our family night by getting a pizza and watching a movie. Mom, seeing the glum look on my face, quickly interjected and said it sounded like a great idea. After lunch, I went back to my room ostensibly to continue schoolwork. I knew I couldn't keep that pretense up too long given how little time I usually spent on my studies. Mostly I stared at the ceiling wondering how I had gone all my life without touching Mom in a sexual way and now couldn't stand the idea of 24 hours without it.

A couple hours later my phone buzzed. 'Mom' was displayed on the screen. My heart skipped a beat.

"Love you, x," read the text message, accompanied by a winking emoji.

"Love you, too," I replied. "This is killing me!"

"Relax, sweetie," Mom replied, "This was never going to be easy. But we need to be careful, and we need to be smart. Now I'm going to delete these messages. I don't think your dad is the kind of guy to go through my phone, but we can't take the risk."

Day one of my new life with Mom as my lover and already it felt like admin. This is not what I had in mind. I put my phone down and started to reminisce about last night. I quickly got hard and decided, if Dad was going to inadvertently cock-block me, that I should help myself to relax. I closed my eyes and ran through last night's events trying to recall the feel of Mom's body. I slid my hand down my pants. As I started to stroke it, the memories became more vivid. I could feel Mom's presence, smell her perfume, and...

"Well...this is why I usually knock I suppose..." I heard Mom whisper.

Instinctively, I covered myself with my sheets. My heart was racing and my cheeks no doubt flushed until I remembered how different it was being caught masturbating by my mom today compared to any other day previous.

"What are you doing sneaking around?" I asked defensively.

"Your father is zoned out in front of the History channel. I just wanted to see how you were doing," she smiled. "You looked a little unhappy at the 'family night' idea earlier."

"Well, last night is my new idea of family night," I replied.

Mom sat on the end of my bed. "Me, too. I guess we didn't put a lot of thought into the elephant in the room, huh? Sweetie, we need to play happy families. We can't have him asking questions."

"I know," I replied looking away. "It's just frustrating having a barrier put in place immediately. I can't think about anything else except you."

"I know. I've been thinking about it, too. Patience, honey. We've both noticed how often your dad has been away from home these past months and...what are you doing?"

I had thrown back the blanket and was crawling towards Mom. The door was open behind her with the sounds of the TV barely audible. Mom put her hand out and shook her head. Her eyes deceived her as she glanced down at my cock swinging between my legs. She licked her lips, took a deep breath, and composed herself.

"No...absolutely not!" she mouthed. "I see that I'll have to be careful enough for both of us."

With that, Mom stood up and took a step towards the door. She turned, walked back, and bent down giving me a great view of her cleavage. Mom tilted my chin up, grabbed the back of my head, and kissed me.

"As you were soldier," she said, nodding at my semi-erect cock before walking out the door.

Once I gave up hope of her changing her mind and coming back, I took out all my frustrations on my swollen member.

Unable to put it off any longer, I showered and went downstairs at about seven o'clock. Mom and Dad sat on the sofa making choices about the pizzas they would order. Dad had a beer in his hand and an empty can on the table in front of him. Mom looked up at me and glanced towards the beer raising her eyebrows.

"I'm going to grab a Coke. Anybody want anything?" I asked. "Dad? Another beer?"

Dad shook his can which seemed at least half full. He was about to reply when Mom interrupted, "That would be great, and I'll take a Coke as well, please!"

With the pizzas ordered and drinks topped up, we needed to decide on the movie. Mom suggested the new Western epic that had just come out. Neither of us was interested in the genre but Dad was, plus the three-hour runtime would allow for quite a few more beers to be consumed. Dad grumbled about being up early this morning for his flight and whether he would be able to last that long. I was more worried about my ability to last and whether I would have a chance to prove myself or not. Eventually, Dad relented, and we settled down to start. The pizza was likely to take thirty minutes to arrive so there was no reason not to get started. The movie was a slow burner, and I spent most of the time glancing sideways at Mom as she curled up next to Dad with her head resting on his shoulder. The sudden, shrill note of the doorbell interrupted us at about seven-thirty.

"Could you grab that, darling?" Mom asked Dad. "You probably need the bathroom anyway. Money is by the door."

Dad stood and shuffled off to the front door. Mom sidled up to me and wrapped her hand around my neck and whispered, "This movie sucks. I feel a little chilly. Be a dear and get me a blanket?"

I hurried upstairs wondering what Mom was getting at as the temperature seemed fine to me. When I came back down, Dad was taking another beer from the fridge. Mom opened the pizzas, and the smell made me realize how hungry I was from hiding out in my room all day after an unsatisfying lunch. We hit play on the movie and ate the pizzas when Dad was back on the sofa. When finished, Mom took the empty boxes to the kitchen. When she reappeared, she had another beer in her hand. She placed it on the table in front of Dad, who looked a little wary but finished most of his previous can in one drink.

"Is it just me or is it getting a little cold?" Mom asked.

"Seems fine to me," Dad replied glued to the screen.

"Ya, it's a little chilly," I answered, echoing Mom's words from earlier.

"I guess we can share this blanket then," she said breezily, taking up a new position on the sofa leaning in my direction instead of Dad's.

She shook out the blanket in his direction, curling her feet up under her, tucking the blanket under her chin, and wrapping the rest over her shoulder to cover my body and upper legs. After attempting to get into the movie for another twenty or thirty minutes, the smell and warmth of Mom were too distracting. I slid my hand around Mom's torso. Her hand found mine and squeezed it. I started to rub her side and moved slowly towards her boobs. Mom clasped her hands to her knee creating a tent in the blanket to hide my movements. Through her t-shirt, I could feel that Mom wasn't wearing a bra. Although I was sure she wasn't actually cold, her nipples were hard. I slid my hand down her body and found the hem of her shirt. I slipped my hand inside and moved back up. With excitement roaring through my body, I squeezed her tit hard. Mom let out a little moan involuntarily. I froze as Dad looked our way. His eyes were a little glassy.

"It's just a movie, honey" he smiled, finishing another beer.

I have no idea what happened on screen, but I was glad of the reprieve. I continued exploring Mom's breast but more carefully this time. I pinched her nipple gently and ran my hands all over the weight of her wonderful boobs. Mom shifted slightly and straightened her back against me. She withdrew her feet and drew her knees up close to her body. With the tent now resting on her knees, she reached her left hand back and rubbed my thigh. Eventually, she touched my cock as it strained against my pants. Mom ran her fingers along the length of it and gripped the head. I continued massaging her boobs as she stroked up and down my hard cock. I closed my eyes and lay my head back. Suddenly, Mom's hand disappeared. Her other hand clasped over mine and stopped my massaging motion. Mom cleared her throat softly.

"Sure, that would be great!" I heard her say, completely unaware of what she was responding to.

"What about you, kiddo?" My Dad asked.

"Ya, sure," I echoed, hoping it was a reasonable response.

Dad stood and left the living room slightly off balance. Mom jerked up straight and put her head in her hands.

"Shit! That was stupid!" She hissed in a whisper, pushing the palms of her hands into her eyes.

"Sorry Mom," I responded.

She turned, smiled at me, and giggled a little. "I'm not angry at you, honey. I should be honored at how hard you were for me. It was just a bit risky is all."

Dad reappeared with another round of drinks. Mom and I thanked him, and we settled back down to the movie. I checked my watch and saw that it was almost nine o'clock. For the second night in a row, I had completely missed a movie. At least this time I was still present. I wanted to continue touching Mom, but she was sobered by Dad almost catching us in the act. My cock began to deflate a little and I wondered again when we would get some alone time. Ten minutes later, Mom said she needed to go to the bathroom. A minute later, I got a text. I opened it and saw that it was from Mom.

"Distract your father for a couple of seconds when I get back," it read. "Make sure he looks away from the table."

I had a vague inkling of what Mom was up to. A nervous excitement built in my stomach. I racked my brain for something to use as a distraction. I heard the downstairs toilet flush, and the door unlock. Mom returned to the living room. I leaped off the sofa as though I had heard a noise.

"What was that?" I asked, my eyes wide. "Dad, did you lock the car?"

"Sure, I did." He responded, slightly slurring. "Why?"

"I could have sworn I heard the door closing," I replied twisting to look out the window.

Dad's eyes followed mine even though the car was not easily visible from the sofa. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mom nimbly move to the table, drop something in Dad's beer, and return to the door.

"It was probably nothing," I said turning back to the movie and taking a drink from my Coke.

Dad shrugged, turned, and picked up his beer. Mom sat on the sofa between us again and we watched the movie silently. Dad took a sip from his drink, paused, and then finished the rest of the can. With a burp, he leaned back on the sofa. I watched Mom as she watched him closely. I guessed she had slipped him one of her sleeping tablets. I was slightly worried about what effect a sleeping tablet plus alcohol may have, but found I was now watching him as much as the movie as well. After about five minutes, he yawned and shifted in his seat.

There were still about thirty minutes left in the movie when he declared, "I think I need to hit the hay. I'm exhausted."

"Oh no!" Mom said, sounding incredibly earnest. "You'll miss the rest of the movie."

"You can let me know how it turns out," he replied struggling to his feet.

"No, I think I'm going to get some sleep too, honey," She answered, taking his arm and leading him to the stairs.

I watched as Mom and Dad climbed the stairs slowly, the pill and alcohol combination clearly taking an effect on Dad. I heard the bedroom door close, and I sat on the sofa with the movie still running. Once again, I was left to guess at Mom's motivations. I was reasonably sure that she was coming back, although there was a nagging doubt in the back of my mind. I paused the movie and tidied up the empty cans as I waited to see what would happen. The minutes seemed to stretch on for hours. I sat back on the sofa not knowing what to do. I knew I couldn't risk going upstairs and I didn't want to take a chance sending a message either. As it was fresh in my mind, I deleted Mom's distraction message from earlier. My leg was shaking in anticipation. It was hard to imagine how much had changed in less than twenty-four hours. I started to wonder how I would survive the regular week when school, work, and family life would get in the way. I pushed those thoughts from my mind quickly.

As they tried to intrude once more, I heard a bedroom door softly click closed. Mom stepped lightly on the stairs, but with my breath held I could just about make out the telltale creak of the fourth step from the bottom. The living room door creaked open, and a heavenly apparition appeared. Mom had shorn her t-shirt and shorts and was now wearing a red babydoll which barely covered the tops of her thighs. Her breasts were heaving against the lace material, and she shyly crossed her arms as she watched me staring at her. With a smile, Mom padded over to me on her bare feet. She sat next to me on the sofa and pulled the blanket over her body modestly.

Anticipating my question, she said, "Don't worry. He's out like a light. I think he would sleep through an earthquake."

I was hoping to give an earthquake a run for its money once I got my hands on my mom.

"Thank you for being patient honey," Mom said taking my hands in hers. "I know it's been a long day. But now...I'm all yours."

Mom dropped the blanket to the floor and got on her knees. She took my face in her hands and planted a deep kiss. Our tongues explored each other as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The stress and frustration of the day disappeared as all my focus went into the electric feel of exploring my mother's mouth. Mom straddled me and pressed her body to mine. My cock was rock hard, and she gave a hum of approval as her weight settled on it. I placed my hands on Mom's back and pulled her close as I kissed her cheek and down to her neck. It took all my restraint to avoid biting her as I kissed my way down towards her chest. Mom gripped the back of the sofa allowing me to take charge and explore. I pushed her back to admire the sight as I reached the top of her lingerie. Mom placed her hands on my thighs and leaned back. I began to massage her boobs through the lace, picking up where I left off earlier. Mom slid the straps of her babydoll down her arms and slowly peeled it down below her tits. The sight was just as majestic as it had been the night before as Mom's erect nipples stared me in the face.

"We rushed this last night," she whispered breathlessly. "Tonight, I want you to take your time and suck my nipples properly."

No more encouragement was needed. I dropped my head and slowly grazed her nipples with my lips. After a few passes, I hungrily sucked one into my mouth. My hand gently kneaded the other as Mom held me close and ran her hands through my hair. I swapped nipples and worked the other one between my teeth tenderly. Mom began to grind on my cock as she moaned encouragement in my ear. The feeling of being dependent on my mother's breasts for nourishment seemed as natural as it had been many years earlier. I pushed Mom's boobs together and buried my face in them licking and sucking all around and back to the nipples. Mom threw her head back and basked in the enjoyment of having her son ravage her. I pulled back and gently flicked my tongue over each nipple, building a rhythm and making sure to give them equal attention. Mom let out a little gasp and encouraged me not to stop. Once again, minutes seemed to stretch on for eternity, but I didn't want it to end this time. Mom reached back behind her and grabbed my balls. She squeezed them gently and brought her face close to mine.