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.
