Mom was a stone cold fox even at 40, no doubt about it. A 5' 8" blonde haired, blue eyed bombshell. 36DD-26-36, long legs to go along with her long blonde hair, tan and fit. Back in the day she was cheerleader captain and homecoming queen, and, after high school, did some modeling. That's actually how she met Dad. He's 10 years her senior and, when they met, he was already divorced once. He owned a car dealership at the time. Mom was one of those car show models. Dad convinced her to start doing commercials with him for his dealership. One thing led to another, and here we are.
I was 18 and still in high school when Mom and I started bangin' each other a month or so before graduation. I was a two-way player on the state champion high school football, the star wide receiver on offense and safety on defense. At 6' and fit, I was pretty popular. I had already accepted a football scholarship to Ohio State and would be leaving in a couple of months. I guess the thought of her only son and baby leaving the house got her hormones going. Not to mention the fact that Dad now had three dealerships and had just opened a fourth. Dad was a millionaire several times over but he was a work-a-holic. He was gone all day. He'd be at that new dealership before it opened and stay until after it closed. The dumbass hadn't touched Mom in months.
On this particular day, it was early summer. I had graduated high school but was still finishing up with the baseball team. I was the starting pitcher and, when I wasn't pitching, played right field. We were getting ready for the state championship. Mom must have heard my car door slam when I got home because she was waiting for me at the door when I walked in. She was wearing one of Dad's old denim shirts and that's it. She knew I thought that was totally hot. I knew exactly what she was wearing underneath it. Nothing. Just the way I liked it. She had it unbuttoned down just far enough to give a hint of the cleavage those 36DD's created. When she wore that shirt it only meant one thing. Things were about to get hot.
She greeted me at the door with a hug and big, full tongue kiss. "Hi, Sweety, I thought you'd never get home." Her hand started to rub my crotch.
I stood there still in my baseball uniform. "Hi, Mom. Yeah, the coach worked us a little longer today." I reached down under the hem of the shirt and flicked her pussy. She gasped. "Jesus, Mom, you're soaked already."
She looked up into my eyes and cooed, "Well, I've been waiting."
I smiled back. "I can see." I had already formulated a plan. "Stay right there, don't move. Let me go change real quick."
She nodded. "Don't take too long," she said with a wink. I raced down the hallway to my bedroom.
When I came back I was still wearing my ball cap (hat head, ya know?) but had stripped down to a pair of boxer briefs. There was no hiding my hard on with these. Being stripped down to just my underwear showed off my six pack abs and broad shoulders. I could see Mom's knees go weak when she spotted me.
"Oh my, look at you." She licked her lips. Her eyes went straight to the huge bulge in my pants. She knew exactly what was waiting for her in there. 9" of thick, solid man meat that she couldn't get enough of.
As I drew closer I pulled my hands out from behind my back. One hand held a black sleep mask. The other had a pair of handcuffs swinging from my index finger. Mom had a thing for some light bondage.
She began to bounce on the balls of her feet, making those magnificent tits bounce with them, and clapped her hands in front of her face. "Oh yay!" she exclaimed. Her eyes twinkled.
She took the mask from me and placed it over her head. She anxiously held her arms out for the cuffs. I only locked one cuff on, onto her left wrist, letting the other cuff dangle. There wasn't anything unusual about this as sometimes the other cuff would be locked around a bed post, a table leg, a steering wheel, things of that nature.
I grabbed her hand and led her through the foyer, across the granite floor of the living room, through the dining room, finally stopping at the patio doors that led out to the backyard and the pool. She heard the clink of the other cuff being locked onto the patio door handle.
"Wait. Isn't this the patio door?" she asked.
"Yup."
"What did you have in mind?" There was hesitation in her voice.
"You'll find out soon enough."
"But what if the neighbors see?" The yard was surrounded by a privacy fence. But we were also surrounded by multi-million dollar two and three story homes.
"So what if they see? There's a video on several of the porn video websites of you with my cock in your mouth. They've gotten over 100,000 views."
"Well, that's true." She thought about it. "But these are our neighbors."
"C'mon, Mom, just admit it. The thought of somebody watching makes you a little wet."
Her face blushed. "Well, maybe a little."
"Besides, everybody's at work. You worry too much." I paused. "Do you want to do this? Or should I go find something else to do? Zack said something about getting online and playing some Call of Duty."
"No no! This is good!" I knew that would be her answer.
"Okay then. Speaking of my cock in your mouth, since you questioned me, drop to your knees." Usually when she was bound she liked to be passive, it turned her on when I took charge.
Without a word, she dropped to her knees. Our bodies filled the entrance with our bodies turned, our profiles in full view. She pulled my boxers down, releasing the beast from its confines. It would've slapped her in the forehead if she hadn't grabbed it. She could feel the veins pulsing as she stroked it. She tenderly kissed the head, then ran circles around the tip. This brought a low moan from me. She opened wide and took my cock into her mouth. For some reason, her hot mouth wrapped around my stiff cock always gave me a sense of comfort.
"Fuuuuuuuuck," I moaned. Once I had caught my breath I said as I looked down at my shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, "Over 100,000 people have seen you with my cock in your mouth. But now, if anybody does happen to be watching, as soon as you get me good and hard, they're going to see you with my cock in your ass."
She released me from her mouth with a "pop". "Mmmmm, I love your cock in my ass," she said with her head tilted up at me. My cock went back into her mouth.
"What was that, Mother? I didn't hear you?"
She took me from her mouth again. I knew her eyes were twinkling underneath that mask. Looking up at me with lust on her face, she loudly said, "I love...your cock...in my ass." Once again, she impaled her face on my rod.
Her head bobbed, taking more and more of its length in. I could feel it going deeper and deeper into her throat. The woman knew how to give head, that's for damn sure.
I realized her hand was no longer holding the shaft of my tool. I looked down and could see her free hand, the one not cuffed to the door, had disappeared between her legs. Her fingers were rubbing her excited clit and sliding in and out of her drenched slit. She was burying her face into my ripped stomach, the full length of my rod vanishing into her face with each bob.
I had one of my hands on the back of her head, pulling her into me as I thrust my hips. I could feel my balls slap against her chin. My other hand squeezed a handful of tit through the denim material. This went on for several minutes.
I could feel her breathing becoming more labored. She was really working herself over down there. I could also sense a presence. I looked around but saw nothing. Then I spotted it out of the corner of my eye. It was Mr. Bellanger, the neighbor behind us.
Mr. Bellanger was about my dad's age, maybe a couple years older. He was a little shorter than Mom, balding, with what was left was quickly turning gray. He had developed a bit of a paunch over the years. He, too, was a millionaire, as were most of our neighbors. He had made his money running banks. He had even worked with Dad on a couple of deals. I had mowed his lawn as a kid. He had watched me grow up. He even came to some of my football games, sitting with my parents. He was watching us from his second story bedroom window, plain as day, his Hawaiian shirt making him stand out in the shadows. There he was, watching my mother suck my dick. I could see a phone in his hand, presumably recording us for later review. I knew exactly where his other hand was.
We were busted. What could I do about it now? I sure as hell wasn't going to tell Mom. I removed my hand from the back of her head and simply waved, a sly grin on my face. His hand, the one that had been below the window sill, came into view. He waved back.
Something clicked in my head, something that would completely freak my mom out. There would be no going back after this. I almost came in her mouth just thinking about it.
I looked back up at Mr. Bellanger in his window. I wagged my finger at him as if to say "Come here." I could see his heart stop even from where I was standing. His hand finally appeared and pointed back at himself, as if to say, "Who? Me?" Like there was anybody else around. I nodded my head yes. He quickly disappeared from the window.
A few moments later, the gate connecting our yard with Mr. Bellanger's swung open. We had installed the gate back when I was mowing his grass so I didn't have to lug the lawn mower around the block. He was still wearing his gaudy Hawaiian shirt, along with a pair of gym shorts covering a bulge and a pair of flip flops on his pudgy feet. Not exactly a look you would expect from a bank executive. He had a look of disbelief on his face. I held my finger to my lips as if to say "shhhhhhh." He nodded and began to make his way around the pool.
"Okay, Mom, stand up," I ordered. My cock left her mouth with another "pop". She jumped to her feet, turned, placed her other hand, the one that she had been fucking herself with, on the door jamb, and bent over at the waist. "No no, not yet, Mom." I slid in close, my tool sliding between her legs. I bent over, resting my chest on her back. "Look at you, all bent over. You can't wait to have my cock in your ass. Such an anal slut." I said this looking into Mr. Bellanger's stunned face. I reached my arms around her chest, and stood her up straight. I pulled her close. She was now looking straight at Mr. Bellanger, although with the sleep mask on, she didn't know it.
"It's true," she purred. "I am. I am an anal slut. I can't wait to have your cock in my ass."
"Not just yet, Mom. Soon."
