A Son Finds His Naughty Mother

They lay breathless in each others arms, 'that was a proper two way fuck,' she thought, 'boy he is something else, and thats for sure!' Then to spoil the moment, her phone rang, she answered, and said hello?

"Oh hi Ken, yes I'm fine thanks, ... Mark? He's dashed off somewhere and left me with his friend Pete, I have no idea where he is or what he's doing. But if I had to guess it will be with Heather." She listened again,... then replied, "Yes he stayed over, I don't know if Mark is coming back tonight, so if he doesn't shall I ask Pete if he will stay again, keep me safe etc?" she gave Pete the silkiest of looks.

... "Okay I'll ask him," She said, "he's a good boy isn't he, and yes I'll call his mother to let her know where he is and what he's up to!" Pete grinned at that, and Sarah said to herself, 'tell her where he is, and what he's up to, as if!' Sarah reached out for Pete's prick, it felt so lovely, sticky and wet as it was, it heartened her to hold such a hot and combative weapon.

Sarah gripped it tighter and tighter, it was turning her on, talking to her husband whilst holding an almost nineteen year old, and very rampant prick. It was twitching in her hand now. She said a breathy goodbye to her husband and said, "I'll see you on Tuesday then?" Pete made a grab for her as she put the phone down, but she said to wait, she had to call Mark, she couldn't take the risk of him coming home and finding them like this.

"Mark honey, it's your mom, where are you, what are you doing?" she listened for a while, and said, "0kay honey, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon then, behave yourself with Heather, I don't want you coming home one time and telling me you have both had an accident?" meaning pregnancy.

Sarah listened for a little while longer, all the time squeezing Pete's growling prick, then she said goodbye and put the phone down again. "Well," she said to Pete, "I have one more phone call to make, and thats to your mother to tell her you are staying over to protect me, from what I don't know! But that can wait, I have something else on my mind right now," she giggled.

Pete dived at her and they tumbled about the bed like two children play fighting. First one and then the other was on top, Pete gladly gave up his position, for one that put him underneath her, especially when she straddled him. Sarah ended the contest by sucking his cock, it left him prone and never wanting her to stop. Sarah knew how to suck a cock, it had been, and still was, one of her favourite pastimes.

Her lips were clamped around him like an octopus attaches a pad to its victim, her tongue swirled around the head of his cock end, and he loved it totally. He got her pussy eventually, and gave almost as good as he got. But this was one battle he had no intention of winning, he wanted, and intended to lose it with as much grace as humanly possible.

Sarah gave him and his prick her utmost attention; Pete had laid back now to let her have her head, her day. He wanted nothing more than for her to make him cum. And cum he did, he hooked his nails into her ass to let her know he was about to eject a lorry load of cum. Sarah increased her power suction, she felt his cock jerk, then hump, and he was spewing copious amounts of hot thick liquid right into her waiting throat. She sucked and swallowed, one after the other until she had got it all. Then as the last remnants of sperm slid out, she savoured the taste by swilling it around her mouth with her knowing tongue.

Pete was in dream land, he had cum so hard it had hurt as it travelled up his spout, to enter the world it had never seen, nor ever would. It was all now, apart from the taste well hidden in Sarahs tummy where she kissed and loved it with her body's fluids. Pete was in a world hitherto unknown to him, his girlfriend was a nursery, Sarah was final year.

She lay back shocked, stunned, and so bewildered by her own actions, the way she had dropped into this as if by some parachute from on high, it was something her head as yet, hadn't taken on board. I t was only the early afternoon and he had been with his pals mother twice, and she had made sure that he would be here for at least the next twenty four hours.

Pete was ecstatic by any standards, what had been impossibly out of reach was here right next to him, he was in bed with the supremely beautiful model mother of his friend, 'Oh happy days!' he chorused in his happy head. Then Sarah had the dirtiest thought she had had for a long time. It was dirty, yet thrilling to even think of it happening.

Her manager in years gone by, had also been a lover, and one of his quirks was, he loved to fuck her in the ass. She hadn't liked it at first, but she had given in, just in case it might affect her career. It hadn't of course. She had learned to like, then love it, and over the years a number of men had been given the privilege.

But her husband when they had married, had been more than a little reticent about such things, consequently it had petered out, again, no pun intended! Sarah saw a picture in her head of her on her knees, head buried into the bedding, Pete, tall behind her, and he, wrecking her ass the way she had got to expect it to be, and had had been wrecked by some rough men.

She thought of how to bring it up, should she finger his ass, he had already fingered hers in the shower, so he must be aware of the deed. Should she just come right out and tell him? She jumped out of bed, an idea had formed in her mind. She quickly sat at her dresser, picked up her nail clippers and cut off the nail to her middle right finger.

He hadn't seen her do this as her back was to him, but as she got back on the bed, she popped her finger into her mouth and seductively pulled it out. It made her lips pout sexily, then she pushed him on to his back, lay next to him and slid her hand under his ass. Pete felt the finger searching, and then he felt the delicious intrusion of it.

He squirmed in arousal, 'this is fantastic' he told himself, Sarah managed his ass for and age, bringing moan after moan from him, followed by groan after groan. She had his cock in her other hand and it was a full attention once more.

"Where does he get his staying power from," she asked herself. But she didn't care and she knew he liked it, it boded well for her, she thought gleefully. All it did was make her hornier by the minute for it to be driven into her ass after all these years. Pete was reaching for her ass now, he was after getting his finger back in.Then Sarah got up on her knees.

"Behind me Pete, get behind me!" It was an instruction, not a request, he did as he was told, suddenly realising what she wanted, he needed no further bidding, his young prick was sinking home at speed. Sarah's head dropped at the painful yet wonderful entry into her secret world.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, "Hmmmm, ooooh, ahhhhhh, oh yes yes yes Pete yes!" She thrust back and he was all in, she felt his hairy balls tickling her, it made her cum. Her head bounced up and down of the bed as Pete enhanced the rhythmic fucking of his friends mother tight, rounded beautiful ass.

She reached under and grabbed his balls to feel the heavy cum laden sac, it made her cum again, the thought of hot steaming cum flooding her bowels was too much to withstand. Pete took her nipples, squeezed and rolled them, Sarah was totally helpless now, the onslaught was unbearable.

She abandoned all pretext of control, to sink and drown in her utter debasement by her very young lover. She cried out in pain, joy, fear, desire and need. Pete hammered home his advantage, Sarah wilted before it. Then he blew his lot, she felt the heat expanding within her, more orgasms tore through her.

She fell face down, unable any longer to stay on her knees, Pete pumped his cum in forever. Sarah, although she didn't faint, disappeared into a world of an unknown woolly and cloudy satisfaction. Her whole weekend was spent with him, he screwed her seemingly continuously, he just never stopped wanting her, his need to screw her was never ending.

Eventually she had to say "STOP! Pete, we, or I, need to rest, and Mark will be back shortly, we need to clean up and get ready." Pete reluctantly agreed with her. Sarah, for the first time in her life was sexually beaten, she had been outdone and indeed undone by her son's best friend, she could take no more. She was shattered completely and needed lots of rest.

When Mark came home he asked her if she was alright, saying, "You look done in mom, what's wrong?"

Sarah told him no lie. "I haven't slept much darling, but now you're here I can?" She didn't tell him she hadn't slept much because his best friend had more than thoroughly rocked her world! Pete left after a lot of glances her way, he made a phone call sign with his hand and Sarah nodded.

The following Tuesday Sarah made the call, "Pete," she breathed down the phone. "I have given this a lot of thought, but we can't go on. I'm sorry, but what we have done, fabulous though it was, is too dangerous. Mark suspects something, though I'm sure it wasn't this. I think he thinks I'm having an affair with someone. He called his father and told him he will stay with me until he comes home."

Pete was devastated, but he told her he would respect her wishes, but if she ever needed him, he would be there. He didn't know she needed his cock right at that very minute, but it was impossible. She thanked him for that, and told him she would call if things changed. Sarah sadly put the phone down; unaware that Mark had quietly picked the downstairs up when it had dinged, as his mother connected to Pete.

But he hadn't heard her mention his name at the beginning of the conversation, and only the end of it. He did think something was wrong, but he hadn't really guessed it was an affair, and especially not with his best friend.

A full week later Sarah was in turmoil, Ken was away again, and her mind was wondering around. When she had been younger, in her teens, she had 'put' it about a bit, but her preference had been older men. And thats how she learned what great sex was about. She had never regarded herself as promiscuous, and rejected the very thought. She had always been selective, and her modelling career had helped that achievement.

But now, after being truly topped and tailed by her son's best friend, she was hankering once again, the way she had been when she was younger. But her fixation was a young man, not older as before. One afternoon, sat in the house she almost called Pete, but instead ordered a pizza to be delivered, it was 5pm.

She was looking out of her window waiting for it, when a two wheeled scooter drew up on her drive. A young dark skinned man in shorts, and a tee shirt with pumps, got off. He took off the enormous helmet, and she smiled behind her drapes, at the great looking guy striding towards her door, box in hand.

She opened it, not remembering she was loosely dressed, the boy couldn't stop his eyes popping out at her. Her libido fired up immediately, Sarah shuddered as her pussy quivered. She gave him her best smile, and invited him in while she got the money for him. She was impressed by his dark good looks and white toothy smile.

"Is this your last delivery then?" she asked, knowing the parlour shut from 5pm to 7pm.

"Yes he replied, I'm back on again at 7, and finish at midnight." He told her with a deep manly voice. Sarah looked at the box, she had been hungry, but now she was starving, and it wasn't for the pizza.

"Well," she said brightly, but suggestively, "why don't you stay and share me with this Pizza?" It was a play on words that she had intended, but wasn't an in your face offer. He clicked on straight away.

"Maam," he said, respectfully, and taking in the older beauty stood right in front of him. "I would love nothing more than to share you with it." And taking the box, he ripped the top off, tore a piece of pizza away and offered it to her lips. Sarah looked into his eyes as she picked at it with her teeth, not allowing her lips to touch it.

"Mmmmm, this is gorgeous," she whispered, stepping a little closer to him.

"Yes," he said, "you are!" and he dropped the pizza, and closed the gap. He wasn't a very young man, he was 23 and married, but always on the lookout for a chance, and he wasn't about to let this one pass by him. He puled her to him and kissed those lips that men drool for. Sarah closed her eyes as they met, 'what are you doing Sarah, are you fucking mad!' she chided herself hotly. But it was already too late.

She had made the sideways offer, he was taking her up on it. "Where," he demanded, it brought Sarah out of her reverie, she mumbled something. he decided what she had said, bedroom. Bending, he picked her up and walked with her tight in his arms to her bedroom. His grip on her gave her untold excitement, it was irresistible. But she also told herself that this had been unnecessary, 'Pete had been available you know!'

He got on with her and soon she was being ravished by him, one minute she was dressed, the next, both of them were naked, and he rose up. Sarah glanced down and saw the dark skinned weapon about to be fired, it was cocked and ready. 'My first black!' she muttered in her head. And then she was impaled by it, the sudden thrust made her tell herself that she was nothing but a dirty slut" Sarah came immediately.

She never even asked the boy his name, he fucked her twice, she came a million times, his dark skin was an aphrodisiac to her. She had always wondered about black men, in this case it wasn't true, but he was more than capable of giving a girl a great time. But she didn't feel right either inside, 'I am a slut, I am!' she told herself repeatedly.

Over the next three months she collected five telephone numbers of young men, all about the age of twenty. The next one had been from a shop. She had given him the come on, he offered to carry her purchases to her car for her, where she had thanked him admirably. And he had screwed her in the back of her car, it had been thrillingly exciting, looking out of the rear window while being royally screwed on her knees and from behind, whilst taking in the skyline. It was on the top of the deserted multi storey car park, where she now parked in case of picking a guy up.

Another who had come to her home, following her from the gas station where he worked, taking a chance he knew, but she had come on to him. And the risk he had taken paid off because she had spent the afternoon under, over and around him. Another was an Italian waiter from where she liked to have a coffee; she had gone upstairs with him, where he had a small apartment.

But Sarah was becoming disillusioned, not only with what she was doing, and the way she was behaving. But because Ken was away from home so much. She was becoming increasingly frustrated, she complained to him, but he passed it off as a mid life crisis, and told her to get over it. Mark too noticed the change in his mother, and decided to investigate, he knew his mother was up to something, but he was in for a massive shock.

He asked for time off from college, two days a week for two weeks. He promised it wouldn't affect his work, so it was granted. So for the following two weeks Mark would take Tuesdays and Thursdays off to track, or trail his mother if she went out. Nothing happened in the first week, and Mark began to doubt his suspicions.

Then, in the second week, he followed her to the gas station, he watched her fill her car up, or rather the attendant did, and he seemed very personal and up close. His mother was also very friendly, and he could see her nodding when he asked her something, she looked at her watch, they spoke some more and his mother left.

Now Mark knew something was going on but what? He checked the time, it was 4.30pm, 'this guy would be leaving work soon,' he told himself, 'I'll wait and see.' He saw the guy hurry out of the station at 5.15, he was washed and dressed in street clothes, he jumped into his car and drove off with Mark behind him. Sure enough 10 minutes later he pulled on to his parents drive and got out.

He ran to the door, opened it and went in, Mark was astonished, his mother would never let any one enter the house like that. He parked his car around the corner and walked back. He silently let himself in, no one was around, then he heard a clump, and giggles from upstairs. He quickly climbed them but stayed silent, now he was certain his mother was having it off with some one!

The door was open of course, there was no need to close it, Mark peered through the crack in the door and saw his mother on the bed, and the young man preparing for what could only be sex. They were almost naked; his mother was already nearly undressed waiting for him. And both excited and hurrying to get on with it. Mark fumed, 'how fucking dare she!'

He strode into the room grabbed the man, and threw him across it, where he hit the wall hard, going up to him, he kicked him hard in the ribs, yelling. "Get out you scum bag, leave right now or I will fucking kill you! He roared. The man was terrified, mumbling and apologising; he got up and ran away.

Mark turned to his mother laying there with her tits exposed and nipples hard. All she had on was a skimpy thong, she was so shocked, she couldn't move or speak. The look in her eyes was of sheer terror and shame.

"What the hell are you doing mom, why are you shagging someone like that, he can't be much older than me!" he shouted, clearly upset. Sarah had seemed to forget she was nearly naked, she gabbled about something, her luscious body moving in time with her stuttering words.

Marks own eyes had fastened on her glorious tits and nipples, the bump of her pussy was pronounced, the lips of the aroused gash was clearly evident. Her fabulous lips were blood red with arousal still unsatisfied. His own prick hardened; suddenly he could feel the pressure from it. His youthful horny body took in the sight of his beautiful mother. The one he had grown up with, knowing every man she met wanted to seduce her.

His prick was becoming uncontrollable, "You want sex with a younger guy mom, is that it, are you a cradle snatcher mom, are you? Dad can't do it for you any more hey, is that it? He can't cut it in bed now mom hey? You need young blood mom, young flesh, nice hard young cock, is that it mom!" he was yelling at her. Sarah was mortified, she had been caught just as she had feared she would, but for her son to be the catcher, it destroyed her equilibrium.

She was looking at Mark and trying to speak, trying to think of a way out, there wasn't one. She was staring at him, but she never saw him rip his jacket and shirt off, never saw his trousers and shorts being kicked away along with his shoes. She didn't see him walk the two steps to her bed and get on, all she knew was, she was instantly being filled with cock.

Mark had got on top of his wayward mother, and stuffed his irrepressible prick into her hot slithering pussy. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, she grunted as he stuffed her, her voice totally dumb. Sarah went to automatic, she threw her long legs over him, and her arms went around his back. She didn't seem to understand that she was now being fucked by her own 18 year old son, and fucked wonderfully. The orgasm she had wanted and almost had achieved from her garage lover, was given to her by her son's beautiful cock.

She heard soft moaning, mewling, and wailing, it seemed to come from deep within her, another climax raced through her. This was what she had been wanting and needing so desperately. Mark shot his first load. He had no way of stopping it, he just carried on fucking his mother. He wanted to fuck her so bad, and so hard, he wanted it would hurt her. Hurt her like she had just hurt him, and so she would never ever forget what she was doing to him, and his dad.