My dad got sick with a degenerative illness a couple of years ago. This introduced a steep downward hill into his and Mom's twenty-year marriage. A couple of months ago he left.
Soon after, Mom told me she was seeing someone. A man from work. She has officially slept at his place a couple of times since then, but was spending nights away frequently way before that, even since before Dad moved. They have worked together more or less since Dad began declining. Looking back, this guy, if nothing else, probably did not slow down my parents' separation process.
I was living my last few months at home before moving to the university campus. Mom told me a day in advance that
Jacob
was coming over for dinner. I would join them for it.
I had never seen Mom as giddy. She and my Dad had been happy for most of my nineteen year long life, but I guess I never witnessed her being in love with him.
"Whoa." I teased Mom upon seeing what she had changed into. An above-the-knee black tube, squeezing tightly around her boobs and butt.
"What?" she asked, knowing she looked good.
"You're making me blush, Mom."
"Stop."
"Oh, you'd like another compliment. Certainly! Hey, Mom, you're giving me a hard-on."
She burst into a blushed cackle. "Is it really that bad?"
"Mom, you know you're a hottie." And she was. Beautiful face, lush blond hair, green eyes, big tits, and a thick, round, perky ass I was jealous of -- the other stuff I already had.
"I know, Sweetie, I just liked to hear it again." She was usually not like this. While I felt bad for Dad, I chuckled from the pride.
She yelled to me to come down when Jacob arrived.
He was tall, dark, and handsome. Green eyes. Dressed in a casual suit. Mom introduced us. It was always destined to be a bit awkward, but it went fine. I tried to be as normal as possible, so I could get this thing over with, and then be in the shadows. I did not need to distract myself with my parents' relationships. I had school and a boyfriend, and I was moving out soon.
"Hi." His tone did not change a bit when he went from talking to Mom to greeting me. We shook hands. He was so relaxed. He could not have made it more comfortable. Good start.
The three of us chatted for a moment before sitting down at the table. He seemed like a bit of a player, maybe. He had that very sexual vibe, frankly speaking. Introverted and smirky. Divorced three times, one kid from each marriage.
While I did feel a tinge of disappointment upon learning that Mom had moved on so quickly, I will not deny that witnessing her giggle and blush in the way she did over dinner put a smirk on my face. Dad is apparently seeing someone new as well, and knowing that certainly helps with the initial ick of Mom telling me she has a boyfriend.
I would never act on it, and it's not a big deal, as if there aren't plenty of hot guys out there, but I definitely felt attracted to Jacob pretty quickly after meeting him. I would never hook up with a guy my Dad's age, especially if he's dating my Mom, but I can totally understand why she would be infatuated with him.
He was very pleasant and easy to talk to. He did not interact like a jock, trying to force disrespectful banter on me. Instead he just had complete confidence. He felt unbothered, in control, while otherwise just being polite. He was very reserved. And, the best way I can put it, is that he simply knew exactly who he was. He just expressed himself with no expectations. What I am saying is that he was very charismatic. Like he had seen everything there is to see, and accepted it. As opposed to some neurotic overcompensating for his desperate need for control and validation, by trying to ungracefully dominate the interaction.
There is no need to describe our conversation beyond that. I do not even really remember any of the details. Just basic small-talk about school and plans and dreams. Nothing too interesting. It was his bearing that was, I guess, a little hypnotic.
I eventually excused myself and went to my room to study, while the lovebirds were supposed to take a bath. I thought I needed a glass of water, so I headed downstairs. I turned the corner towards the kitchen, where Jacob was standing alone by the counter, with his wine glass on it, a few feet away from me. I stopped in my tracks. He looked at me with that same relaxed certainty, and unreadable expression from earlier. I stared back with my mouth closed, trying to conceal how small I felt.
"More wine?" he proposed.
"No thanks... where's Mom?" I asked, as the nervous tingles in me grew.
"Taking a bath," he said.
"Okay..." I answered in a fake monotone, supposedly playing it cool, but actually overdoing it due to feeling everything but.
I walked up next to him to the water tap. His hand was on the counter, almost touching my side. I opened the tap and began to fill up my glass. I sensed his manly scent, and felt that amazing hot rush again, starting in my stomach and streaming down my hips and thighs. My mouth opened to take a deep breath. I realized it would look odd. I bit my lip to keep my mouth closed. I gave him a quick glance before turning away to return to my room with my water. He was looking down at the floor next to me. Or was he checking out my ass? With that undecodable face.
I walked back to my bedroom, feeling flushed in the face. What the hell was what? I was being so weird.
At ten in the evening, Mom notified me they were going to bed. I thought that was very early since Mom woke up at like nine this morning.
All I heard from Mom's bedroom for the first maybe fifteen minutes was chatting and laughter. Gradually, the volume of their speech got lower and the kissing sounds more frequent. It was definitely a bit awkward, but whatever. I sort of shook my head amusedly in my mind. Then, from one point onward, I thought I heard a faint pattern. One that I had not dared to expect hearing. I now know that it was Mom slowly building up to heavier and heavier breathing. But, for the longest time, sitting here half-frozen, I was trying to convince myself that I was listening to traffic or something.
That was until Mom uttered her first, unequivocal moan. I felt a full-body shiver shoot through me. It wasn't unpleasant. Just really strong. I was paralyzed. I immediately became assured: I had indeed been listening to my mother being pleasured by Jacob for a good while a few walls away from me, and not just to my private traffic jam. Her ecstatic Ooooooh! was unmistakable.
They started whispering. After only seconds of what I assume was position-changing, the sound of bodies rhythmically colliding began. Mom was whimpering coyly. I speculate that what probably went on during the panting and ended with that horny cry by Mom, before the clearly discernible sound of thrusting started, was Jacob eating her out, making her cum, and then, wasting no time, started fucking her.
As I said, I had already accepted the indubitable -- my own Mom was having sex ten seconds away from me. But the only thing that all of this processing of mine achieved was intensify the shock.
As awful as I feel for Dad, I get it. Their marriage was doomed to end sooner or later, no matter what. The thing I cannot shake is that listening to them have sex turned me on. That warm, electric tingle that in a heartbeat took over my entire being when I heard Mom moan from pleasure, as weird as it might sound, sort of felt like losing my virginity. It was sublime. Something that seems totally surreal before having been experienced, for the very first time. Unknown, nerve-racking, yet totally addictive.
Obviously sex sounds are generally hot to listen to, and maybe one can't help but feel a bit flushed from them, yet the context gives me anxiety. I understood that attraction is involuntary. But I still felt bad. Because I was imagining Jacob fucking my Mom, and instead of feeling possessive, I felt jealous, of her. I was picturing him on top of me, with his big hand gently around my throat, filling my horny little pussy with his cock. My hand was compulsively trying to slip into my panties from the thought, but guilt kept jerking it away. I felt bad for my boyfriend. I had not seen him for a week, and I was in no hurry to either. I wanted to be on my knees and Jacob to mouth fuck me. I am rubbing myself to the thought of him entering my room, taking the lead, my face ending up buried in a pillow and my ass pointing towards the sky, him firmly grasping my hair, and taking me hard from behind. I just wished Mom was not sleeping in the next room. I had never been this aroused in my life. If he had walked in there right then, I would probably have fallen for it. I would like to think that I at least would have tried to do the right thing and turn him down, but I could not have realistically expected myself to do anything but yield in the end. I hoped that the feeling would wane over time. I mean, it should have, since it always does. Also, I had just heard people get freaky basically right next to me. Who would not find their mind wandering from Algebra to sex for a while afterwards?
Jacob's second visit
I woke up the next day, feeling a bit off. I wanted to check on Mom and Jacob before taking a moment to digest the novel astonishment of last night. I heard no noises from the house and feared that he had left. They both had.
Then more days passed. I would be lying were I to say I had not thought about what happened every day since it did. I have day dreamed of him off and on, day in day out. I have also done an equal amount of weirding myself out about this. I should not be having these thoughts. But I do. And none of my rationales for why they are somehow fine have made me serene about my having them:
passionate sex noises are exciting, sorry, can't help it.
That doesn't relieve the weirdness.
He flirted with me.
Only he didn't. He was just being attractive. Besides, had he flirted with me, I would have made sure to be visibly uncomfortable. My Mom's boyfriend turns me on. And I despise it. But he does.
A week later, he was due to come over again. Mom had been to his place once since, while I had not met my boyfriend for two weeks. My anticipation on the day had peaked and fallen. He called Mom and said he was outside. My heart took a quick sprint but I calmed down. I feigned a casual attitude and greeted him from a distance. He said hi back. I held eye contact for a little too long. I broke it with a bit of a twitch. A volley of nervousness pricked me.
