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I've written this in a long span and haven't edited it, myself. So this piece may contain a large portion of mistakes. So I guess this is a warning of sorts to look out for when you're getting along with the story. And this may contain stuff that many may not find conventional to an erotic piece. I guess you're gonna have to read and find out, exactly what that is. And have fun reading.
And to the few other who expect some exception quality writing. Please, buy a fucking book. People don't go into a porn website and expect Hollywood actors performing career altering emotional pieces. This is as amateur as it get. DEAL WITH IT!
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I turned to Cindy and mouthed, "FUCK!" in shock. For some reason, she was all calm and composed.
I was so broken and yet so taken by what was happening. I've never imagined mom to be of someone who'd do anything to jeopardize her marriage and yet here she was. Then again, she was under the influence of the salt. Now that I was thinking about it. I guess she shouldn't be experiencing the effects anymore. From the last I remember of being under the salt through the juice. It didn't last for more than 6 to 8 hours, tops. I'm guessing, it's been close to 10 hours here, and yet, here she was getting her brains fucked out by Nick.
Cindy almost ignored my gesture and turned to the silhouettes on the glass pane. "I think we should leave." I whispered.
"NO." she mouthed.
"What are you saying?" I whispered, "We can't be here when they come out." I said mildly freaking out.
"Why?" she said. "She's the one cheating on dad."
As much as I hated to admit. She did make sense. And it didn't seem all that bad when she said it. But then again, I hated confrontation myself. I knew exactly how my last confrontation turned out. With the very person I was trying to pull away with.
The moaning and the squealing almost quickened and I could hear her voice echo through the glass panes. The smacking of their lips and the gentle giggling and laughter that followed was almost sickening. And just then I don't know what got into Cindy, she grabbed me and pulled me away with her, back downstairs. And before we knew it, we were out the door.
"What happen? You suddenly grew a conscience, now?" I asked her as headed back home.
"I tell you all about it when we get home." She said. And for some reason, she chose to walk in silence. Luckily we knew a short cut from the bakery to back home, through the woods. So we reached home rather earlier than we should.
We made it to the house and even before we were past the door, she had my pants down my ankles and gobbling my cock in her mouth. In her defence we did take the last of the juice before we left the house. And we did stumble into mom fucking, and it clearly wasn't all that shocking, given the day we had.
I picked her up and headed straight to my bedroom and fucked her senseless, hoping that would wash the 'salt' out of our system. But I guess that isn't how it worked. We laid in each other's arms gawking out the window at the sky when she spoke.
"I'm kinda having a very dirty idea." She said.
From the way she spoke, I could sense her excitement. "What is it?" I asked.
"Well, mom doesn't know about us or the guys or the salt or that, what she's doing has anything to do with something she's exposed to externally. (The salt)"
"Yeah?" I said, completely unsure of exactly where she was getting at.
"So as far as she know. She's just having an affair with Nick."
"Yes."
"Well, so every morning when she isn't under the... what do you call it?" she spoke poking against my chest as she was trying to remember the name with her brows flinching as tried to recollect.
"The salt." I said, trying my best to help her get through whatever it was, faster.
"YES! Salt." She affirmed. "So, every time she wakes up in the morning or isn't under the influence of the salt, she would probably be under a lot of guilt." She said.
"I guess."
"So..." she mount me. "How about we have a little fun of our own?" she suggested.
As dangerous as this sounded, it was all the much exciting. I guess the salt hadn't worn off on me yet. "What do you mean?" I asked, curious on exactly what she had in mind.
"I don't know... yet." She spoke. "I tried to think about it, but I was so dripping, just at the thought of doing something, I had to get home quick." She said.
Oh, so that's what got into her at the bakery, I wondered. "So, how do you propose, we do whatever it is you have in mind?" I asked her as I slipped my hands along her waist.
She giggled and reached between our naked bodies and slipped my back inside her wet pussy, letting out a soft gasp, "I was think maybe we could maybe tease her Nick and ask her about why he's still single." She said as she slowly began rocking.
"THAT'S what you had in mind?" I asked almost laughing at how benign her thought was.
"And then maybe we could invite Nick home for dinner a couple of more time." She said noticing the flicker of giggle in me. She held herself up by having her palm resting firm against my chest and arched her back as she slowly quickened her pace. And even without allowing me to respond she went on. "And maybe I could flirt around with Nick." She said, "See how she takes it."
I was so taken by how excited Cindy was getting just at the thought of what was happening. "And then maybe I'd tease him about how it isn't safe for a guy as single as him to be around a woman as hot as mom."
"Wow... You really think... mom's hot?" I asked her, laying a gentle smack on her ample bottoms.
"FUCK, yes." She grunted out loud, confusing me on exactly if that was a reply or just her losing herself to the pleasure.
"Yes, what?" I asked, confused.
"OH just shut up and fuck me." She said smacking me hard on the chest.
I rolled her onto her back and began nailing her as she began screaming and panting hard. "And... THEN..." she continued, and was so loud I wondered if the neighbours heard her. "MAYBE, I could... FUCK NICK!" she said as I felt her walls tightening on me.
"FUCK!" I grunted as I felt her getting close. To see Cindy under me, so fully exposed. Not just physically but all the dirty thoughts that she's had, excited me. It had me excited enough, to have my balls churning. "FUCK!" I grunted again.
She locked her legs around my waist as I began giving it to her balls deep, going all the way. "FUCK! YES!" she groaned as I felt her cumming hard. I pulled out and jerked myself off on her pelvis before I collapsed on top of her.
"FUCK!" I grunted as I laid on top of her panting, gasping for air as I noticed she was almost lost, indulged in her own orgasm and the glee of her own thought. "I never realized you had the hots for Nick." I said rolling off her.
"FUCK!" she grunted, "That was intense."
"YEAH!" I exclaimed stating the obvious.
Her panting subsided as she slowly regained her breath, "I've always thought Nick was cute." She said, "It wasn't until the dinner a couple of days ago, that found a sense of attraction for him." She giggled a little, "It was hard to believe how fit and sexy he is."
"Yeah, but he's not that old." I said, thinking about it for a second. "I mean, he went to school with mom. I mean, if you think mom's sexy, then I don't think, he's that old either." I was in no control of my tongue.
She giggled and kissed me, and talked about it a few more while, when we heard the car pulling into the drive way. We noticed it was almost midnight. We assumed mom dropped Nick back at the store or where ever before she came over.
We got dressed and headed for a late dinner. We still had some left over Pizza from that evening and ended up having that for dinner before we called it a night.
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It was the next morning and I woke up the next morning panting and sweating like the days before. I freshened up and headed downstairs and found mom in the kitchen. She was all dressed for work and wrapping up her sandwich when I found her. The images of the night before, seeing her silhouette through her office fucking Nick, was still so clear to me even now. And yet here she was, just she's always been.
It was the usual, I noticed a couple of fresh bottles of juice in the fridge and poured myself a glass. I figured mom must have mixed them up that morning. Cindy popped down from the stairs and was in the same thing I remember seeing her in, the night of the day she came home. She sat beside me and took a sip off my glass. Which completely went unnoticed by mom.
"So, what are you doing today?" asked Cindy.
"The usual." Said mom.
"So, by doing the usual you mean, NICK?" she asked, teasing her boldly.
"What?" asked mom, almost startled by her insinuation.
"Hanging out with him." Laughed Cindy.
"Yeah... ha ha..." laughed mom awkwardly before turning back to her work.
Cindy turned to me from the way mom behaved and winked at me.
"What the hell are you doing?" I mouthed at her.
"Shut up." She mouthed, waving me off before mom turned to us again.
Both of us could sense the tension in mom's voice, "So, what are you guys up to today?" asked mom.
"Oh I dunno." Started Cindy, "Just hang around the house I guess." She spoke slipping her fingers along my thigh. "Feeling a bit lazy today."
With both my elbows on the counter, with mom facing us now. My movement was minimal. Her fingers slipped higher and higher, to a point where she literally held me by the balls. She was in complete control of everything and I only wished I knew what it was.
"Don't make it a habit, young lady." Mom spoke with a smile and yet a stern voice.
