Pete had been expecting a lot to happen between him and his mother after the events of the previous night. Certainly a lot of words and he had been rehearsing in his head what he would say - basically, accusing his mother of being responsible for everything that had taken place. He had not been given the opportunity, though.
His mom had said nothing to him. It was as if nothing had happened and Pete began to wonder if anything had happened at all. But he couldn't forget the grip of his mother's cunt around his stiff erection - he couldn't forget that, and he could not possibly have imagined the unique sensation of that, or the shock that he felt when he had unloaded his spunk deep inside her. That was naughty, that was very naughty, and Pete felt so good about feeling so bad about what he had done and what his mother had let him do.
Pete sat on the sofa in the living room and, undoing his jeans, got his cock out and started stroking it. His mother could easily come in at any moment, but Pete did not care; in fact he hoped that she would and be provoked into saying something, then he felt he could respond, but he was uncertain of what words he could use to start a conversation which he expected to be awkward.
Pete had never talked to his mom about sex. He wanked his cock just thinking about talking in such a way to his mom, and maybe using the words that Dave had used towards her the previous night. Dave had been fucking her in such a crude and nasty way. Pete could not believe that Dave would ever treat his mom like that, forgetting momentarily that he had too. In fact, when he thought about it, Pete had forced himself upon his mother - he did not know that Dave had, but Pete had pushed Dave off and taken his place. The thought occured to Pete that was possibly rape. Dave may have had permission, but Pete most definitely did not. The thought scared him a little.
His mom came in and, ignoring her son's masturbation, she asked, 'Is Dave coming over later?'
'Don't you know?' replied Pete, his right hand slowly stroking his fully erect penis.
'Of course I don't know, Peter,' said his mother, 'Why would I ask if I knew?'
'Can I fuck you, Mom?'
'No, Peter, and you mustn't think of me in that way. It's not right. I know what happened last night, and I know that you are excited by it, but you must not believe that it is normal, or the way that things are now going to be. I also don't think you should be jerking off like that while you are talking to me. Please stop, Peter.'
'How should I be jerking off, Mom?'
'Don't be cheeky, Peter. You might have lost some respect for me last night, but you invited yourself into that situation and you must take some blame for that. There was nothing wrong with what David and I were doing. You were the person who stepped out of line.'
'And I don't want you treating women the way that you saw Dave treating me. Dave may be fucking me, and I like the way he does that, but I don't want you behaving like that, especially to me - understand?'
Pete nodded. This was far more like the mother that he knew, except for some of the language. His mother was an attractive woman. Pete felt rather jealous of Dave and how he got to fuck her when he wanted to. Pete, it seemed, was not going to be that lucky.
