Mom at the Roxy

I smiled to myself. Like mother like son, I thought. It was her from whom I inherited my sexual drive - that was evident. As I gazed down at her face, deep feelings of love and lust warred in my conflicted mind.

I knew that I would not, could not, think any less of her for doing this, and I vowed that my love for her would not lessen because of it. Yes, I felt guilty for the deception, but she never needed to know. I continued to tenderly stroke her hair and her forehead as she licked and sucked my aching cock.

Soon she released me from her wet mouth, and smiled up at me. "I need to take care of your friend for awhile," she said. "I'll come back to you later." She gave my wet cockhead one last juicy kiss, then leaned away from me and began to lick Carl's big black dick.

My cock throbbed painfully in protest, but I knew I wouldn't have to wait long. I glanced over toward Hank, still sitting in the loveseat. He was raptly watching the hot scene on the couch.

Carl was squeezing my Mom's breast while she sucked him. I hadn't touched her since we arrived in the room. I had one last vestige of restraint left in me, but that was disappearing fast as I gazed with ever-growing lust at my hot Mother, sucking off this black man's big cock beside me. She was lying on her side between the two of us, her smooth ass touching my hairy thigh.

I marveled again at her shapely body - it was everything I had imagined in my recent wicked fantasies. My lusty eyes meandered from the smooth curves of her breasts, with nipples long and swollen, down her side to her slim waist, past the gentle curve of her hips. There were no tan lines - apparently my Mother sunbathed in the nude.

She shifted position slightly, and pressed her ass into my leg. It flexed ever so seductively, and I could see the crack of her ass open and close with the motion. I masturbated with my right hand, and with my left, I tentatively reached out and lightly stroked her soft ass cheeks.

They were so smooth and yielding to my fingertips, very different from Angie's muscular ass cheeks. I squeezed them for awhile, then trailed the tip of my index finger lightly up and down the crack of her ass. I wriggled it against her, wedging it into the warm moist gap.

I was rewarded with a soft moan from her, and she shifted position to allow me better access. But the position was awkward - I just couldn't maneuver very well.

She sensed this. "Let's get on the floor - there's more room to spread out," she said with a soft, husky voice.

Carl quickly complied. He slid down to the floor and lay on his back on the matted carpeting, his head resting against the base of the couch. My Mother quickly followed, and got down on her hands and knees next to him. She lowered her head, and once again took his black prick, now glossy from her saliva, between her sucking lips.

I crawled off the couch as well, and knelt behind my Mother where I could once again admire the form of her smooth, soft ass. It was pointed at me so invitingly - the harsh light from the television clearly revealed the crack between her butt cheeks, her asshole, and lower, her wrinkled pink cunt lips peeking through her shaved pussy hair. In the television's glare, I discerned the reflected glint of shiny wetness there.

She swayed her hips in clear invitation to touch her. I gulped with lust at the beautiful sight. A flash went through my brain that here was the place where I came into the world 21 years ago. But in my horny state, I quickly put the thought aside. To my eager, lust-crazed mind, this wasn't my Mother so much as a beautiful horny woman who was eagerly anticipating my touch.

I stroked and caressed her round ass cheeks, delighting in the tactile sensation. I took a cheek in each hand and spread them slightly, and watched with delight as her pretty pink asshole stretched open. Holding a cheek open with one hand, I took the index finger of the other hand and trailed it up and down the crack of her ass. I scooted it lower, and lightly rubbed against her butthole - it was surrounded with fine hair, and was tacky to the touch from perspiration.

"Mmmm," hummed my Mother in encouragement. Once again, she wriggled her butt seductively, further encouraging me to explore.

I brought my fingertip to my nose, and was rewarded with a sweaty, musky fragrance. My aching cock throbbed with lust.

But smelling her delightful aroma was not nearly enough to satisfy my lusty curiosity. I lowered my face to her, and touched the tip of my wet tongue to her puckered asshole.

I felt her body tremble, and she moaned hoarsely around Carl's cock. She scooted her hips backward, pushing her ass against my face, imploring me to continue my oral exploration.

I circled my tongue around the crinkled asshole as she pressed with urgency against me. I felt the sticky wetness of her pussy lips against my chin, and moved my face in small circular motions to give her added stimulation there.

I was lost in rapture - I could have lapped at that beautiful, fragrant asshole all night. But my Mom had a growing sense of urgency. I was surprised when I felt her fingers wriggling against my chin. I pulled back briefly to watch - she had extended an arm beneath her, and she was dancing her fingers across her wet pussy lips to provide herself with added stimulation. I watched in fascination as her nimble fingers played up and down the juicy lips, then slid lower to rub her now erect clitoris. I wondered, briefly, why she wanted to do this herself - she could have asked me to lick her pussy.

But my question was soon answered. She interrupted her blowjob and looked over her shoulder at me with shiny, lust-filled eyes. "I want you to fuck my cunt!" she demanded. "I need it bad honey." Her voice was raspy with lust.

My heart leapt into my throat. This was almost too much. My Mother wanted me, was begging me, to fuck her. A wave of guilt washed over me. But there was no going back. She and I both needed it desperately.

I knelt behind her and guided my erect cock against her swollen cunt lips. I rubbed the head up and down her slit, bathing it with her juicy wetness. Her breathing quickened, and she wriggled against me in anticipation. Her fingers were now furiously stroking her clit.

"Oh, God, please!" she implored. "Fuck me now!"

I wedged my cockhead against her warm, slimy cunthole and pushed against her. My prick slipped in easily, but I paused about halfway in, almost mad with lust as her cunt muscles gripped me tightly.

"Oh yes!" she begged. "All the way in!"

But before I could continue to slide into her, she pushed sharply against me, and my prick sank all the way into her pussy.

"Ohhh, God!" she softly screamed with desire and lust. "Fuck me!"

I began to thrust in and out of her warm, silky pussy, as she moaned with pleasure. Her voice was muffled - her mouth was filled with Carl's big dick.

The sensation was indescribable. Her pussy wasn't all that tight, but she had the ability to squeeze my cock in a sensual rhythm with her cunt muscles. I moaned with lust at the sensation, and beads of perspiration erupted on my forehead.

I picked up the pace, ramming my hard dick savagely into my Mother's pussy. I grasped her hips and pulled her violently against me in matching rhythm. "That's it!" encouraged Hank from his sofa. "Keep it up - she loves it!"

I could feel her fingers brushing against my hairy balls as she frantically stroked her clit. Her breathing was hoarse and raspy, and I could tell that she was about to have an orgasm. I glanced at poor Carl. The unfortunate fellow's cock was throbbing and standing straight up, but my Mother in her lust was no longer sucking him off. Her face was buried in his thigh, as I fucked her furiously. He seemed content, for the moment, to watch us.

I wanted this to go on forever, but Mom had other ideas. With a loud squeal, her body went rigid, then she began frantically bucking her hips, as her orgasm began to wash over her trembling body.

"Oh God I'm coming!" she shouted hoarsely. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...!"

Her vaginal muscles squeezed my thrusting cock, and I couldn't hold out any longer. With a series of deep moans, my cock spasmed inside her wet, clenching pussy. A euphoric wave of love for my Mother washed over me, and I squirted my warm cum deep inside her. I continued thrusting against her with a liquid slapping sound as I deposited my semen in powerful jets.

My moans died away and my Mother's heavy, hoarse breathing gradually began to lessen as we decreased the intensity of our thrusting. Soon, we came to a stop, but we remained in position in the warm afterglow of our mutual orgasm.

After a minute or two, I gently slid my semi-hard, slimy prick from her warm cunt and collapsed backwards on the floor, achy and tired from my exertion. My Mother still had her face buried in Carl's thigh, trying to catch her breath, but she was now beginning once again to stroke his swollen prick with her hand.

But if I was spent, at least for the moment, the other men were not. Hank, who had been continuing to watch from the love seat, rose and moved toward us, his big dick swinging in the air. I watched in amazement as he knelt behind my Mother, grabbed her hips, and pulled her sweaty crotch toward his face. I realized that here was something else I didn't know about Hank. He must be bisexual - I was certain he was getting a faceful of my cum as it dribbled out of her cunt. I could actually hear the liquid sounds as he drank from her sopping pussy.

Although I had never had a homosexual experience, I found the sight, and sound, to be incredibly erotic. Hank moaned lustily as he eagerly sucked the pungent liquid from my Mother's slimy cunthole.

My Mother, despite having just experienced a powerful orgasm, was being re-stimulated to a fever pitch. "Oh God, Hank", she panted. "Suck it hard!"

This continued for several minutes. Hank laved my Mother's pussy with his tongue, while she resumed licking Carl's ebony prick.

My Mother was once again ready for a hard fucking, and Carl and Hank were all too eager to oblige. From my vantagepoint on the floor, I watched as Mom pulled away from Hank, and crawled closer toward Carl. She straddled him on hands and knees, and lowered her round ass down toward his eager prick. She reached back and grasped the hard cock with her hand, guiding it toward her sopping pussy. She continued to lower her hips, until his mushroom cockhead was lodged against the entrance to her hot pussy. Her sweaty tits were suspended over him, and he began to squeeze them firmly with his big hands.

Gradually, teasingly, she lowered herself onto Carl. I watched, fascinated, as the big dick slowly disappeared, inch by inch, up her clinging pussy. His cock was so long that there was no way the entire length would fit, but Carl didn't seem to mind. He moaned deeply, and his eyes rolled back as he reveled in the sensation. My Mother paused briefly and then slowly and sensuously began bucking up and down on the erect cock.

Hank wasn't left out though. I watched him crawl on hands and knees toward the love seat, and he began rifling through Mom's purse. He produced a tube of lotion, and squeezed a long bead of gel onto his hard dick, then slathered it all over the head and shaft with his big head. Ah, now I understood. Lubricant! This I had to see.

He crawled back to join Mom's and Carl's writhing, thrusting bodies. He positioned himself on his knees between Carl's splayed legs and behind my Mother. She halted her up and down thrusting, and leaned farther forward, pressing herself against Carl, smashing her soft tits into his sweaty chest. With no hesitation, Hank expertly placed his dick against Mom's asshole, and began to push the engorged cockhead slowly but insistently into her.

Oh fuck, this was wild! My Mother liked it up the ass, with double penetration to boot! This was stuff I had only seen in porn videos, and never imagined I would be able to watch in real life.

I watched as Hank's pulsating cock slowly disappeared into Mom's rectum. First the cockhead, then one inch, then two inches of Hank's cock slid in. I was stunned - his cock wasn't quite as long as Carl's, but it was definitely thicker. I didn't think it could possibly fit, but it slid home with little resistance.

My Mother was obviously used to it. She urged Hank to continue. "Ohhh, God, Hank," she purred. "That's it. Fuck my asshole!"

Hank gasped with pleasure as his entire prick sank in to the hilt, his hairy balls tightly pressed against her anal opening.

My Mother began a back and forth motion, thrusting against the two big cocks, and in unison, the three of them began an erotic dance, writhing their sweaty bodies against one another, sighing and moaning with lust.

My cock, and my horniness, was growing again at the erotic sight. But my orgasm had allowed me to gain some control over my senses. The comprehension of what had just happened was sinking in, and a creeping paranoia was gaining hold. Suddenly, I had less confidence in my disguise. I could not be discovered!

I realized I couldn't dilly-dally around here anymore. What if I found myself getting into a conversation with Hank and my Mom? My paranoia was beginning to make me sick to my stomach. I had to get out!

The three of them were writhing against each other in a sweaty mass, their moans intermingling with the erotic slapping sounds of the two pricks thrusting into her wetness. I sensed that this was my best opportunity for escape.

I got off the floor, and in my low drawling voice said, "It's been great folks, but I've gotta go."

They acknowledged me, but just barely. They were too caught up in the moment. Hank gave a small wave, but he was lost in the throes of ecstasy. His mouth was agape and his eyes were screwed tightly closed as he plowed into my Mother's ass.

I quickly collected my clothes off the floor, got dressed, and left the private room. As calmly as I could, I walked down the hall, past the theater, and left the store.

The fresh air cleared my mind as I half walked, half ran across the dimly lit parking lot toward my car. I was now fully aware of what had just happened, now that my dick no longer controlled my brain.

My God - I had just fucked my own Mother! How could I ever face her again? How could I face myself? In the theater, it had seemed like no big deal. But now, I wasn't so sure. I fumbled for my car keys, opened the door, and tumbled in to the front seat.

I yanked off the wig and, painfully, the moustache. I sat in the car, breathing heavily, and tried to calm down. I decided I needed a beer to ease my nerves, and I drove randomly until I found an open convenience store.

I put a six-pack on the counter, and the clerk, a middle-aged woman with a tired face, asked for my ID. I reached for my wallet, but for some reason it wasn't in my back pocket. In a near panic I felt each of my pockets, but my wallet was nowhere to be found.

I dashed out of the store and checked on and under the seat of my car, but the wallet was missing. My mind raced, as I tried to think where I might have lost it. Obviously, I had the wallet at Roxy Video - I needed money to get into the theater. Then, with a blinding flash, I remembered. I had stripped my clothes off in the private room and had thrown them in a pile on the floor. The wallet must have fallen out of my pants then, and in my haste to leave I didn't see it.

I was horror-stricken. What if my Mother and Hank found the wallet? What if they looked inside and found my driver's license? This was turning into a nightmare. Heart pounding in my chest, I dashed to a pay phone and rifled through the tattered yellow pages. I found the number for Roxy Video and nervously dialed.

"Roxy."

"Uh, yeah, I lost a wallet at your store I think. An hour or two ago. Anyone turn one in?"

"No. Been here all night, and I ain't seen one."

My panic increased. "Um, I was in the theater, and private room four. Maybe someone could check?"

"Can't look now pal. I'm here alone. Anyway, someone's in room four. Can't hardly disturb 'em, you know?"

Fuck! "Please, I've gotta find my wallet!"

"Look Mac, I ain't got time for this right now, and we're closing in half an hour. Call back tomorrow after we open. At ten."

"But..."

The phone went dead. He had hung up on me.

My mind raced. I could drive back to the Roxy to look for the wallet, but what if Mom and Hank were still there? Glumly, I decided to wait until the morning and search for the wallet then.

I spent a sleepless night in near hysteria. I showed up at the Roxy at ten in the morning, and frantically searched the theater and private room four. They let me rifle through the cardboard lost and found box, but the wallet wasn't there either. Dismayed, I went back to my apartment and spent the afternoon canceling my credit cards and arranging to get a new driver's license. I didn't know if my Mom had found the wallet, but I feared the worst.

Several days went by as I tried to return my life to some semblance of normalcy. They were the worst days of my life. The stress of not knowing was unbearable. Many times, I reached for the telephone to call my Mother, but each time I talked myself out of it.

On Wednesday evening, I was laying about my apartment, in a deep funk. The air conditioner wasn't working properly, and the apartment was stuffy. In fact, it was cooler outside than in, but I was too depressed to go out for fresh air. Shortly after nine, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and stood face to face with my Mother. Instantly, my heart started racing, and for an awkward moment, I scanned her face for an expression, a clue, anything that would tell me whether or not she had found the wallet. Did she know? But I couldn't read anything there.

Something wasn't right though. Her hair was disheveled and looked unwashed. Her mascara was smeared. No longer did she look like the sex-crazed whore from the Roxy. She looked sad, and slightly forlorn. Her eyes were slightly glassy, and she was unsteady on her feet as she gazed at me. She had obviously been drinking.

"Well Troy, I don't come to visit you very often. The least you could do is ask me in." She didn't wait for an invitation though - she brushed past me and entered my apartment. I could smell alcohol on her breath.

"Uh, sorry Mom. Come on in. I, um, just wasn't expecting you."

She stood unsteadily in the living room. She said nothing - she just looked around the room as if she had never seen it before. My heart raced furiously - something wasn't right. She knew!

The silence was awkward. I pointed toward the couch. "Um, would you care to sit down Mom?" I asked with a trembling voice. "Can I get you something to drink? Some coffee?" I added helpfully.

"Oh, no, nothing for me thanks. Anyway, it's too damn hot in here for coffee," she slurred.

"Er, sorry. AC's not working."

She nodded. "Oh, I wanted to return this to you."

I watched with consternation as she reached into her purse and pulled out my wallet. She looked at it uncertainly for a moment, then handed it toward me. She was holding it gingerly between her thumb and index finger, as if it was poisonous.

Our eyes met briefly as I reached hesitantly toward the wallet. Her eyes were narrowed, and I saw something there. Anger?

"Do you know where I found it?" she asked with a trembling voice. Her eyes were now piercing into mine. I looked away, and began rifling through the wallet with trembling hands. Yup, definitely mine. Driver's license, credit card, full of cash. My heart sank.

"Um, no. At your apartment?" I asked weakly.

"Ever heard of the Roxy Theater, Troy?" Her voice was rising in anger.

"Er, I don't think so."

"Troy, I need you to take your shirt off," she commanded.