Chapter 02: Cumming Home
This is a follow on to the story 'Night Next Door' in the Erotic Couplings' section.
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Anne couldn't believe what she had just seen. She had arrived home from work and gone into the spare room to grab a DVD. She glanced out the window and saw a sight that was now burned into her memory. In her best friend Michelle's house across the street Michelle was sprawled on the bed with a cock deep inside her. Not just any cock, but the cock of Anne's teenage son Eoin. All Anne had been able to do was watch. She stood behind the curtain with her eyes fixed on the sight of her son plunging in and out of her best friend. Anne was absolutely shocked. She was shocked by what she was seeing, but also by what she was feeling. Her heart was beating and she could feel herself getting wet. She knew it was wrong, but she was enjoying watching. She felt guilty and dirty, she had never imagined her own son in a sexual way but seeing him here like this awoke something inside her.
Eoin's dad was a heavy drinker and their marriage had been pretty much over for years. They barely spoke and hadn't had sex in more than a year. Her husband had never been able to satisfy her anyway so Anne didn't miss fucking him, but she missed being fucked. Now, here she was watching another man she lived with, in the throes of passion. Her hand drifted towards her wet pussy. She chided herself and stopped briefly. Just as she was allowing her hand to wonder again she saw Michelle's back arch as she came. Seconds later, Eoin stopped thrusting as he came himself. Anne stood there, soaking, not sure if this was really happening. She regained her senses just in time to see her son glance out the window. Instinctively she pulled back, relinquishing her grip of the curtain. She wondered had he seen her? She hoped not and crawled to the door in case he was still looking. She sat in the kitchen with a million things running through her head. She was angry at Eoin, she was angry at Michelle. At the same time she was angry at herself the most. How could she have enjoyed that? Her husband headed for the back door grunting that he would be gone for the weekend. Anne didn't even notice, she wouldn't have said anything even if she had. Her mind wandered back to what she had seen. She got up and decided to do some chores to take her mind off it.
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After spending an hour talking and assuring Michelle it wouldn't get weird, and assuring her it would happen again if I got my way, I got dressed and headed home. Mom's car was in the driveway and dad's was gone. He was probably gone on business again. I didn't mind since we never really had much to talk about anyway. Plus, mom was generally happier when he wasn't around. I walked in the front door and mom was folding laundry watching the TV.
"Hey mom." I said trying to sound casual.
"Oh...hi honey. How was Michelle? I mean how was she feeling?" Mom stammered, seeming a little uneasy. I guessed maybe she had a fight with dad before he left or something.
"She's ok. A little upset about the whole anniversary thing but I think she got over it."
"Oh, ok. I think I'll just head to bed." She said as she folded the last item and picked up the basket.
She hurried out of the room and up the stairs. I wondered what was up with her, but guessed it was the stress of working late. I sat on the couch and flicked on the TV. I was still in dream land after what had happened with Michelle and I kept playing things over in my head. I wasn't sure if Michelle would think it was weird after sleeping on it but hoped we could do it again. After about an hour I decided to go to bed. I went upstairs and headed for my room. Mom's light was still on which was a little strange. I thought about checking if she was ok but decided to leave it and went to bed.
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Anne heard his footsteps as he approached her door, paused briefly, and continued on to his room. She had been lying in bed for more than an hour hoping to fall asleep and forget about what she was feeling. No luck. She had flicked back on her light and thought about going and confronting Eoin when she heard him coming up the stairs. Since he had gone to bed she decided to leave it until the morning. She desperately wanted to sleep but her mind was racing again and the more she thought about it, she noticed herself getting wet again. Her pussy was desperate for attention. Anne wanted to resist but couldn't. She hopped out of bed and got on her knees. She reached under the bed and slid out the box that contained her constant companion during the last few years of her rocky marriage. She pulled the dildo out of the box and rubbed it with her hand, before lubricating it with her mouth. It was an 8 inch dildo and although that was nearly 3 inches bigger than her husband's cock, it couldn't compare to the real thing.
She lay back on the bed and pulled her nightie up above her waist. She gently slid the pink head into her pussy and began to pump it in and out. After about 5 minutes Anne began to relax and then to her shock her subconscious thoughts took over. Suddenly she was visualising her son again, only this time he was fucking her. Anne was taken by surprise; she couldn't believe she was having these thoughts. They were doing the trick though as she started to fuck herself with her dildo faster. She closed her eyes, losing herself in thoughts of her son fucking her wet pussy and within minutes she came. She was satisfied and disgusted at the same time. These thoughts were torture and she knew she had to confront her son about what she had seen to put her mind at rest. After another restless hour she knew she had no chance of getting to sleep. She got out of the bed and threw on her robe. She opened her door and headed down the hall. She hoped Eoin was still watching TV or surfing the web. She knocked on the door. No reply. She opened the door and stepped inside. Eoin was asleep. She moved to his bed and sat on the edge. She shook his shoulder gently to wake him. Then she stopped.
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I felt something touching my shoulder and woke up. I didn't want to be awake. I had been dreaming of my encounter with Michelle again so I kept my eyes closed and tried to drift back to sleep. I had a strange feeling that I wasn't alone. I opened my eyes a tiny bit and saw someone sitting on the bed. Luckily she was close enough for me to see it was my mom. I guessed she wanted to talk about whatever her and dad had fought about so I closed my eyes again and hoped she would leave. She didn't make any effort to get up but didn't try to wake me again either. After about 30 seconds she whispered my name. Wondering what she was doing I said nothing, wanting to see what exactly she was up to. Another minute passed. She whispered again.
"Eoin? Eoin are you awake?"
I said nothing again. After all, it there was a fire or some kind of emergency she wouldn't just whisper my name. More time passed. I was properly awake now with no chance of returning to my dream. My cock was fully erect and I was probably going to have to jack off before sleeping as soon as mom left. Finally she got up. She took a step towards the door and paused. I opened my eyes to a squint again and saw her with her fingers on her lower lip, as if she wasn't sure what to do. She stepped back next to the bed and grabbed the corner of my sheets. Now I was really wondering what she was doing. She slowly lifted the sheets and folded them back to the other side of the bed. I felt the cool air on my exposed legs, and was suddenly very aware of my erection again. It must have been bulging in my boxer shorts. Even though it was still dark, there is no way mom could have not noticed. Then it happened. My own mother sat on the edge of the bed and felt my cock. Yes it was through boxers but she felt it. I froze, not sure whether I should pretend to wake up now or keep up my act. It would have helped if I had a clue what was going on. Where did this come from?
For a few years now I had fantasies about fucking my mom, I'm sure most boys do, but I had never imagined it as anything more than a farfetched fantasy and certainly hadn't ever seen anything to suggest my mother had them feelings too. She was a pretty average 44 year old woman. If anything she was a little bit overweight but that resulted in a plump ass and a huge pair of DD boobs. She had long black hair and sparkling green eyes. Her hand was just resting on my cock. She started to slowly massage it through the material. Such was the shock of the whole thing I felt as though it might be enough to make me cum. I didn't want her to know I was awake but I didn't want to embarrass myself either, so I coughed. My mom nearly fell off the bed. She got up and stood still, silent. She crept slowly to the door and closed it quietly behind her. I lay in bed for about 10 minutes wondering what the hell had just happened. Eventually I crept out of my room and looked for signs of light from mom's room. There was none so I went back in to my room. My mom touched my cock? Could she possibly want to have sex me? What was already an incredible day had somehow gotten better. I began to stroke my cock thinking of my mom touching me. Before long I was coming all over the towel I kept beside my bed. I crawled back in to bed and went to sleep happy.
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Anne sat at her desk staring at the clock. It was 4.30 and she couldn't wait to get out of the office. She hadn't got a thing done all day. She was absolutely exhausted. She hadn't got a wink of sleep last night. Masturbating didn't help and her plan to discuss what she had seen with Eoin went horribly wrong. How could she have been so stupid? She had actually touched her sons cock! What if he had woken up? She had agonised over her predicament all day. She knew it was disgusting to have sexual thoughts about her son, but since seeing him screwing Michelle yesterday she had thought about nothing else. She was lusting after her own son and she hated herself for it. The clock hit 5 and the drive home was a blur. She walked in the front door and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.
She saw that her son was in the garden mowing the lawn. It was warm outside and Eoin had his top off. Anne stood at the sink admiring his muscular body. After a minute she turned away and left the room. She was doing it again. She headed upstairs not sure what she was going to do or what she could say to her son. She passed his room. The door was open and his laptop was on the bed turned on. Anne stopped and peered inside. She went in to turn it off to save the battery. She looked at the screen and couldn't believe what she saw. An internet site was open, it was a site called literotica.com. There was a story on the page. Anne read the first few lines. Her heart nearly jumped into her mouth. It was a story from a teenage boy about a sexual encounter he had with his mom. Anne clicked the backup button on the laptop and was taken to her son's profile page. She clicked the favourite's button. She read the titles of the stories saved under favourites. Her heart raced even quicker. It seemed they were nearly all mother son stories. Anne was shocked. If she had seen these 24 hours earlier she would have been appalled. But a lot had changed in that 24 hours. Now this page told her that her son had the same feelings that she did.
