Over Sexed and Under Serviced

No minors are involved in sexual activities in this story, any names or locations are purely coincidental.

Several days had passed and she said nothing of our incident. Saturday was quiet as mom spent the day shopping and did not return until late at night. When she returned she gave Louis a kiss on the forehead as he watched TV and gave me a smile. Her finger traced the back of my hand as she passed me to enter the kitchen.

Beyond that, she said nothing. Sunday was much the same. She spent her day tending the garden out back. I helped her but once more she didn't say more than she had to. The backyard had a gazebo, a stone pathway, multiple flower gardens and large weeping trees surrounding the fence. Their large trunks showing their age with deep cracks and worn bark.

By night I ached, my skin was scraped and my hands felt rough. I crawled into bed and pondered how I would seduce mom a second time. She hadn't said a word to me since friday afternoon.

I had thought the build up to seducing her was tough, but it seemed harder after having sex and shutting it off. It was all I could think of when I saw her. Each day dragged on and the simple fix of masturbating did little to curb the desire.

Was it a one time thing? An accident on her part? I decided I would continue to show my affection for her, touches, kisses and helping around the house just as I had already done, perhaps she would come back around.

The thought of fucking her from behind as her hair flew made my cock hard. I slipped out of my underwear and thrust my hips up into the comforter imagining it was her. But the rough dry fabric paled in comparison to the real thing now. Before it excited my imagination but now it was what it was, a dry piece of lifeless cloth. I stroked myself and returned to thoughts of what to do.

After all, now that we had sex it didn't seem as horrible as many people had described. The two of us both enjoyed it. She left on favorable terms and in good spirits, but what had changed? Fear creeped back into my thoughts as I drifted off to sleep.

In the middle of the night a black figure loomed over me as I slept. The shadows of an outline cast a silhouette against the faint light through the crack at the bottom of the door. My heart came to life as a shot of adrenaline surged through my body. Panicked, I kicked myself back to escape the giant figure before me.

Mom's voice broke the darkness, "shhhh, it's okay." Her warm soft hand touched my chest and felt the contours of my muscles. She paused over my heart and felt it pounding in my chest, "shhhhh, relax." she whispered.

A long thin robe cast shadows like a haze around her silhouette. Her warm hand traced the outlines of my stomach. Her touch made my cock pulse with blood. With each thump of my heart my cock ratcheted upward. But the weight of the comforter held it down. The tips of her fingers touched my trimmed public hair and she twirled her fingertips through it.

Unimpeded by a lack of underwear she purred with pleasure as her fingers found the base of my cock.

The wet tip touched her wrist and she flicked the comforter off. She gripped the shaft in her hand and gave it a twist feeling it at its fullest. In the darkness she purred to herself, pumping and twisting her hand around it.

"You're so hard, and young," she huffed. Her warm hand slid under it and cupped my testicles. "And full. I know what I said, but I need your cock in me, fuck me, fuck me with that hard young cock again."

I moaned at her touch, then she removed her hand and stood up. I was about to protest when the haze around her dropped to the floor. She crawled onto the bed and over top of me. Her soft thighs wrapped around my hips and she positioned herself above me.

Only a bra covered her breasts, a thin lace bra with little support. Her bottom half was naked and smooth.

With one hand on my cock she straddled me like a horse, guided herself down and slid the head of my cock into her sopping wet hole. She was so wet with lust she lowered herself in one try. Overwhelmed by the sudden surge of pleasure that engulfed my whole shaft I let out a moan.

Something that had bothered me after our previous time together was a condom. "Shouldn't we use a condom?"

Her warm ass and thighs came to rest on my pelvis and sides. She paused as we adjusted to one another. Inside she twitched and pulsed around my cock.

Her hair flipped to the side as she shook her head, "No, we're safe, you can cum inside." her hands left my chest and traveled up her stomach to cup and massaged her breasts. "I was trying to write a sex scene but all I could think about was this," she said.

Her body shuddered once and she bucked her hips forward. With a loud gasp she curled forward and grabbed my pecs with both hands.

"You feel amazing," I moaned.

Her hips rotated, swirling my long cock inside of her like a stir stick. Her warm soft hands grabbed my chest and she curled her stomach in and humped me. The bed rocked and creaked under her assault. Her hands roamed back to her body massaging her flesh as we had forbidden sex, right under her husband.

The pace that she humped me at increased, grinding her pelvic bone onto my hips faster and faster. She paused for a moment then took a long slow curl forward with a deep growl as she stared into my eyes. Her mouth opened and she let out a long gasp.

"I'm cumming," I whispered.

"Not yet," she hissed and dug her nails into my chest.

It was over too soon, my sperm erupted inside of her, The hot flow of sperm rushed up my cock. With her weight over top of me, my body's desire to thrust forward and pump her full of sperm was hindered.

Sensing my orgasm she curled her torso forward, milking me and giving my body the release it needed.

My hands clung to the side and top of the mattress as she grunted above me. Thrusting her hips forward and back. Rather than short waves of hot pleasure as I pumped my hips this position drew out my orgasm into one long one. My feet and toes stretched out and my skin became ultra sensitive to touch.

Desperate to get hers, she hung onto my shoulders and continued to grind her pelvis into mine, grinding my cock deep inside of her, stirring my sperm and her juices together. She grunted and moaned until her hips locked forward and her body vibrated. She was using me like I had used her days earlier.

Inside, my half erect cock felt her insides pulling me deeper with spasms. She let out a long sigh and slumped forward bracing herself on my chest.

"Fuck, mmmm, I cant believe I needed a real cock that bad," she panted. She leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. "But you owe me a longer one."

"What are we doing?" I whispered.

She got off me and grabbed her robes to throw over her shoulder. My comment made her giggle and she sat on the edge of the bed. "We're just fucking, I guess theres more of us than you think, its basically normal. Maybe some of the women at work even do it. But this has to be our secret," she whispered.

Her hands massaged her thighs as she purred to herself.

"I thought you were mad at me, for the other day?" I said.

She shrugged her shoulders, a long moment passed before she replied. "No, not mad, just well shocked, confused, curious, proud. A lot of things, but don't worry." She stood up with shaky legs and kissed me again on the forehead. "But not mad, okay."

Keeping close to the wall she made her way to the door and wrapped herself up as she left. Beside me where she had sat I touched a slick, cold, wet spot where my cum had leaked out of her.

It took some time to fall asleep with ideas rolling through my head, but after I settled on one I fell into a content slumber.

Monday morning brought everything back to normal in our household. Mom made breakfast as she prepared for work. Before Louis could finish, work called and said a truck rolled over. Without barely saying bye to mom he grabbed his keys and left.

Allen and Jr would be home this afternoon from their ball camp. I had one last try if not to make this a permanent occurrence. But just in case I set my phone up and hit record. Mom wore a knee high gray dress. The thin fabric formed to the shape of her ass and hips. Without support her ass jiggled as she walked around the kitchen. Something Louise never even noticed.

But it wasn't the reason I was hard. I wore no underwear and a loose shirt with gym shorts and planned on fucking her when we were alone, Louise leaving early was a bonus. I admit it wasn't a sexy outfit but I could slip out of it fast.

While Mom put the dishes in the sink and I pulled my clothes off. Before I could make my move she caught me, with my cock out, the tip dripping with pre cum. She looked over my naked body and checked the door to see if Louis' truck was gone. Seeing the empty drive she slipped a shoulder strap off and pulled her arm free of the dress.

Like a new sex crazed couple we were naked and fucking on the kitchen island. I sucked, kissed and pawed at every inch of her beautiful body. When I finally entered her, I made a show for the camera, flexing and moving my body in a way I hoped would turn her on.

It was a side on view, with her face down on the counter. The flesh around her hips and thighs molded to the corner while her large full breasts squeezed out from under her. She clung onto the sides as I fucked her as hard as I could from behind. It was loud, hard and hot.

Her gorgeous round ass deformed with each hit. My attention focused on the two dimples above her ass where a drop of sweat hit her. After five minutes of varying speeds her back glistened with sweat.

"Fuck me, yes, oh god yes just a bit deeper." she moaned.

My breath was starting to run out so I buried myself as deep as I could inside of her and pressed her into the countertop. She moaned and rotated her hips to grind my cock inside of her.

The tip touched and rubbed on something inside of her. "Oh fuck," she gripped the counter and took a deep breath in, "Yes! Of fuck me."

In all my years I never heard her talk this way, of course I never watched her have sex either. Her insides pulled at me and made my body want more of her. With all my strength I started fucking her. Pulling her back as I threw my hips forward. The hard impacts took her breath away and filled the room with loud slapping sounds.

Between the grunts and moans she managed to cry out, "Fuck! Ugh, god fuck me harder!"

I was starting to relate to her in a way I hadn't before. It felt as if I was even naive about my theory of her being under serviced. I had been denied sex for mere days while she had endured years.

It was likely the very reason she so willingly accepted what I had done. Had Louise been different or if she was more like him then I would have been confronted with a much different outcome, one that many would have considered normal.

Not even twelve hours had passed since we both had orgasms. I felt as if I could fuck her forever. Problem was my muscles felt differently about that idea.

My arms, back and legs ached. I tried to do as she commanded, but all I could do was slam myself into her with crude rhythmic thrusts. My heart pumped so hard I could hear it in my ears, and my chest burned screaming for oxygen.

Mom turned and rolled out from between me and the counter. She patted it with her hand and said, "get up here,"

After all my hours in the gym I struggled to hop my bare ass on to the counter. Like a sex crazed cat she crawled overtop and guided me onto my back. With my soaked and erect cock beneath her she straddled it and impaled herself on it. Like a cowgirl she smiled and squealed as she humped my cock.

I had planned on fucking her lifeless, but she had new vigor. Her body gyrated on top of me, her breasts and hair bounced and jerked around with her as she ground her pelvic bone into my hips.

But she too was feeling the strain on our bodies. Her breasts, shoulders and stomach glistened with sweat. Strands of hair clung to her cheeks and neck and her skin radiated heat.

Her round ass burned the inside of my thighs as she fucked me harder than I had fucked her. "Oh fuck your so hard," she panted and dug her nails into my chest. "Oh god I love this."

Just as if she froze in place she curled her abs one last time and stared down at me. Her white teeth bit down on her lower lip. Her body was tense locked forward in mid thrust. With a big gasp she relaxed and started her humping again. Her attention on the window and door she smiled to herself as a car drove past the house.

"Wow." She let out a smile and kept grinding her hips and vagina into me.

"Cum inside, fill me with your cum, I'm close... Let's cum together. Harder, I'm close, fuck me harder!" she hissed.

She grabbed my hands and placed them on her hips. Exhausted, I just wanted to cum. It took all my strength to help grind her hips into mine. My arms and chest burned and she dug her nails into my hard pecs.

I came before her, but that didn't stop her. Outside another car drove by, neighbors going to work. The idea of us fucking made her smile, her body lurched forward and her back arched. She clung to my hands on her hips and opened her mouth.

It looked like she would pass out as her eyes rolled back and her body shook. I braced her up fearing she would fall off the island. I dreaded the idea of trying to explain to the medics and family how she got hurt.

Her whole torso shuddered and convulsed. Her nipples stood out straight, her hair in a mess around her neck and shoulders. She had been well fucked. As her body relaxed she let out a long moan and slumped over me.

I held her in my arms. Being young I had imaged her as a mature woman with old skin that was wrinkly and tough. But she was not, the skin on her back was soft and smooth, down the contours of her spine and long muscles. The small of her back had two little dimples at the backs of her hip bones. My lust was gone but I became lost in feeling her beautiful soft body.

We laid there longer than we should have, exhausted and satisfied she got dressed and checked the clock. She gave me a long kiss sliding her tongue inside my mouth. "Hmmm quite the send off, wish we could always do that. Only problem is I have to go shower again."

She took only a few minutes, I had barely enough time to regain my strength and get dressed when she came back through the kitchen in a fresh set of clothes and a simple ponytail.

I watched her leave and look back at me with a smile as she slipped out the door. Before she closed it, she looked down next to the counter where a red micro thong was crumpled up on the floor. "Better check for more and clean yourself up, your brothers will be home soon,"

I grabbed my shirt and her thong then remembered to stop my recording. In haste I edited the video, made a shared folder with mom's account and sent her a message with the link to the video. It was the stupidest thing I had done and my nerves turned my stomach.

The sound of the front door interrupted me from deleting it and I jumped as keys jungled in the swinging door as Allen and Jr burst through it. My heart skipped a beat and I slapped my laptop closed.

Being identical twins, which one was which I had no idea. Even after sixteen years when they got their haircut the same way they looked and sounded the same. Their slight changes in personality was the only hint at times. Yet mom somehow always knew which was which.

They were a little shorter than me, carried a bit more muscle and had darker hair. Being half brothers we were more like cousins than direct siblings.

"Were you watching porn?" Allen laughed.

He couldn't even imagine how close he was at guessing that, "No I was job hunting." I said.

They had their gear in large bags and smelled like stale sweat. In good spirits they tossed them down.

"Hey, is mom not home?" Jr said.

I had a hard time looking at them, I had become the homewrecker they were so concerned about. "No, she's at work."

As if nothing happened they grabbed some glasses and poured themselves some orange juice. They sat around the island and scrolled through their phones where two hours earlier I had fucked our mother.

Jr, hit Allen and showed him a picture on his phone, "Hey Mike sent us this link, its our new principal this year, she's hot. Looks like you missed out Chris, she's also the new grade 12 homeroom. History and oh my god gym, holy shit!"

"Hey language," I said.

My phone buzzed with a text from mom, "Is Allen and Louis home?"

"Yes," I texted back.

A minute passed as Allen and Jr huddled around his phone, "She cant be single, no way I think she is, no guy pictures." Allen said.

"Yeah you wish, she's got a ring like mom does," Jr laughed.

My phone buzzed again, tagged Mom sent a link, "hey found this for you, a place to rent."

My stomach sunk into a pit reading mom's message, it meant one of two things. The video was too much, shit did I ever fuck that up, I never should have done that.

Allen laughed, "I don't know, worth a try right Chris?"

"I don't know," I said.

He held his phone up to show me her face, but my lack of enthusiasm seemed to anger him. "What's with you, you used to be all over Mrs Eberly when you were in school and she wasn't half as hot as this Mrs Green."

My phone buzzed again, mom sent me another text, "Oh and the place is only a block away from the library, do you want to look at it tonight? I know the landlady, she said I can have the keys to check it out, maybe we can try it out... ;) PS no cameras!"

I nodded my head and gave the two of them a smile, "Yeah she's hot, definitely worth a try, but you don't have a chance. Hey I'm gonna head out now that you guys are here, I have to go find a real job."

Just like mom said we tried it out and signed the papers the next day. After that we took a break for three days to heal up.

Our taboo affair lasted a little over a year during that time mom taught me everything about pleasuring a woman. Somehow through her writing she even got noticed by the community leaders on the forum.

We stopped our taboo rendezvous after I met Jenny in my first year of college business classes. Mom was happy I found someone and went to college. Like some of her new friends recommended it was time to send me off. While Jenny was unknowing she definitely reaped the fruits of moms labor.

On the other hand I felt guilty after her and Louise filed for a divorce, it felt as if I had left her alone. Until I saw her and Mrs Green having a coffee together in a park. Each of them had a small red book with a golden dove on it.

They were coordinating their travel plans for a convention in Vegas, just the two of them. I had seen Mrs Green from afar during Allen and Jr's graduation but up close even in her late 40s she was very pretty and well dressed. She had a voluptuous body but with a hit of athleticism mixed in.

After that I noticed two prominent names rise through the ranks on the forums. Ashadeofgreen and Romancewriter.

To this day, thanks to the rules set out by someone called Purplesecret we have a very good mother son relationship. But once or twice a year we find time for a very "aggressive game of chess" between the two of us.

Why do we call it chess? Because after Jr followed in his fathers footsteps as a truck driver he caught mom asking me for a game during Christmas supper. In a panic mom blurted out chess. The following year he bought mom a fancy glass set for Christmas. It was a bit awkward when he asked us to try out a family tournament, but I suppose that comes with being a mother fucker.

It was a bit embarrassing when he beat us hands down and asked if we knew how to even play. But it did open up a new tradition between mom and I. Now whenever we get together, we share a glass of wine and play a round of chess, the winner takes top. Just as I suspected that bit of advice started floating around the forums.