Earning the Afternoon OffbyDark_Brother©
David rested his head against his headboard, while on the other side of the wall, his mother screamed out yet another orgasm. His cock was firmly held in his hands, as his mother screaming to be fucked harder and harder. In his mind it was him, David, she was screaming for. He could feel himself getting close, but wanted to delay that pleasure, until she was done.
He gripped the base of himself, and waited for the sensation to ebb.
"Oh, fuck. Yeah, right there, baby, right there. Keep that up and you're gonna make me cum agaaaaaaiiiiinnnnn!"
That did it, and his semen shot out, making a high arc, before landing in the towel he had laid out. He quickly started rubbing up and down his shaft, trying to prolong the pleasure as he pictured himself shooting off into his sexy mother. Her short blonde hair matted to her head with sweat, as her large tits swayed above him. He moaned louder, and hoped that they didn't hear him next door, as his own orgasm intensified.
By the time he was done cleaning up, he could hear his dad leaving. He was taking off on another one of his trips, leaving his mother, Marion, and him alone for a couple weeks. He was in the business of restoring businesses after a fire or some other natural disaster, and his company sent him to both evaluate the estimated costs, as well as supervise the restorations. Quite often it seemed like he was gone more than he was home.
"Oh, hunny, I didn't realize you were home," his mom told him as he dumped his towel in the laundry. She didn't miss what he'd dropped off, and gave a small grimace. "Heard, us huh?"
David wasn't in the least bit embarrassed. They were like best friends, and talked about almost anything. "Sorry, mom--" Not that he really was! "--It was kinda hard NOT to."
She grimaced again for a moment, and then shrugged it off. "Your dad will be gone for about a week this time, so it's just us till then."
"Yeah?" David knew he should keep his mouth shut, but he couldn't stop himself from asking the next question. "When is Peter coming over?"
This time her grimace turned into a fully fledged scowl. "My BOSS is coming over tomorrow, so that we can discuss some insurance claims that look fraudulent."
We both knew that was a lie, and we both knew that we both knew, but mom did try to keep up some appearances.
His mom was a horny woman, and who could blame her? At forty-five she still looked like she was in her thirties, and she worked out regularly to keep her slim frame. The only thing that wasn't slim about her was her huge knockers, which David realized he was currently staring at.
"If you're done ogling me, dinner will be in a couple hours, and I could use your help." That was another great thing about his mom. She hated to order food, and they almost always had home-cooked meals.
David soon found himself peeling potatoes, while his mom worked on the rest of the food. He kept catching himself glancing at her as she worked; admiring how her hips swayed as she kneaded the hamburger, or the way her pants hugged her ass as she bent over the counter. Marion caught him looking a few times, but she just shook her head at her son's foolishness, and continued working.
After dinner, David had some reports to fill out online for his job, and so retired to his room for the night. He was an accountant for various firms, and made good money doing it. He chose to live at home to save on the cost of rent, and be close to his mother. It wasn't that David always thought about sex when it came to Marion. He truly loved her, and enjoyed helping her out whenever his dad was away on business. He just couldn't help himself when he heard her having sex, or when she dressed in a sexy fashion, as she was often wont to do.
He had just finished his last report, when he heard the shower start in the hallway. David had often wondered why the master bedroom didn't have its own bathroom, but he didn't complain, because the hallway bathroom had one more oddity, that worked to his favor; it didn't have a fan.
This usually meant that his mother would crack the door so that the cool air would creep in and keep the mirror from fogging up. It also meant he could get a good peek at her naked.
Unfortunately, just as he reached the crack in the door, she was slipping behind the shower curtain, cutting off his view. David was patient, however, and waited for her to finish.
He whiled away the minutes imagining her rubbing her loofah across her ample bosom, along her slender thighs, and between her succulent butt cheeks. He was already hard as a rock by the time she turned off the water.
The shower curtain was thrown back, and David failed to cover a gasp at the glorious sight before him. Water droplets covered her body, dripping off her breasts, and running down her legs. Her short hair was plastered to her head, and she wasn't wearing an ounce of makeup. He knew that some men preferred their women all dolled up, but there were times, like now for instance, that David liked the natural beauty of a woman to shine through. Her chest sagged only slightly, despite her age and having had him, and one miscarriage. After the miscarriage, his father had been fixed, not wanting to suffer that pain again. Her nipples were large and hard as the water cooled them, and sat perfectly on her mounds. Her pussy had a slight blonde fuzzy growth, which David knew she usually kept trimmed, if not shaved. From this distance, he could just make out her labia poking through her outer lips.
She grabbed a towel, and David slipped his hand down his pants, grasping himself again. His mother was a sexual goddess as far as he was concerned, and he was not in control of his lusts. In truth, it was by the barest thread of decency that stopped him from entering the bathroom and having his way with her, right then and there.
Marion bent over to dry her calves and feet, allowing David to see her brown hole and a better shot at her crotch.
As soon as she was dry, she wrapped the towel around her waist, and walked up to the fog-free mirror, breasts swaying with her movement.
This was the most dangerous time for David, as the mirror was directly in front of the crack in the door. All it would take is for a flick of her eyes to catch him staring at her, and he would be busted. There wasn't an excuse he could come up with to explain why his face would be looking through the cracked door at his nude mother. He had to get his breathing under control, so that he wasn't given away from the sound.
He couldn't pull away though, as Marion placed her hands above her breasts, and lifted them by pulling her skin up, then let go, and watched them bounce. She did this a few times, grimacing, David figured, at the way they sagged. He was simply mesmerized. He watched as she leaned toward the mirror, her melons dangling from her chest, and began to tug at her face. She really didn't look her age, but like most women, she saw flaws in herself that others were incapable of seeing, including her only child.
She pulled back, and David realized he had overstayed his luck, and had to get out of the hallway. He pulled his hand from his pants as he stood up, and started walking as normal as he could with his hard on, down the hallway. A second later, the door opened all the way, and he turned to see his mother stick her head out.
"Turn around, son. I'm coming out," she told him when she spied him.
"I don't understand why you don't just wrap a towel around your whole body," David replied as he turned around. The truth was that he didn't want her to wrap it around her whole body, but he had to play the his part.
He didn't hear anything in response, and turned to see that she was already in her room, the door tightly shut. David retreated to his own domain, locking the door behind him. He grabbed one of his tube socks out of his drawer. In what felt like record time, he was dumping his load into the sock, and collapsing back on his bed. That night, not for the first time, David wondered if there was some way to get his mother to sleep with him.
* * *
The following day at work, all David could think about was getting home, and hopefully catching his mother and her boss, Peter, fucking again. He had been shocked the first time he had found them together, and had confronted his mother about it as soon as Peter had left.
"I have needs too, son, and it just so happens that when your dad is away, Peter takes care of those needs," she'd told him.
"What about dad? How do you think he would feel to know his wife was stepping out on him?" David had shot back angrily. His anger only increased when she started laughing.
"Do you think he stays celibate on his trips? Your dad is a good looking man, and he knows how to please a woman. We have an understanding: when he is home, we stay faithful to each other, but when one of us is gone, we are free to do as we like." David had been speechless to learn this. "We both have strong sex drives, and quite frankly, it is unreasonable to expect either of us to go without a good screwing for longer than a day or two."
Since that day, it was still a rare occurrence when he caught them. He didn't know if it was his mother or Peter that was shy about it, but they were usually working by the time he arrived home.
David typed the last of his numbers into the spreadsheet, and double checked his math. Everything was accurate. Looking at the clock, it was about four PM. If he hurried, he might just catch them.
He broke a few speed limits on the way home, but he knew where all the speed traps were, and avoided speeding through those.
He saw Peter's car in the driveway as he pulled in, and his heart started beating. He just might be in time!
He entered through the front door, stepping quietly, hoping to hear some moaning.
It was deadly quiet. He tip toed back to his room, and pressed his ear against the shared wall, and could hear something, but wasn't sure what. He lithely moved back out of his room, and almost gasped as he noticed his mother's door was cracked. She was usually more circumspect when it came to her and Peter screwing.
David dropped down to his hands and knees, and crawled to the slight opening.
The lights were off, but the thin curtains let in enough light for David to see, as soon as his eyes adjusted. Peter was on top of her, plunging in and out, as she grunted with each thrust. Her head was pointed in David's direction, so there was no way she could see him, but for a second, he thought he had been busted by Peter.
Peter didn't slow down, however, so David figured he was safe. He realized that the sound he had heard from his room, was his mother's grunting, and wondered why she was being so quiet. Usually she was rather loud in her lovemaking.
Peter leaned forward, and hooked his arms under Marion's shoulders, and pulled her back on him. "Oh, fuck!" Marion screamed as he did this, and then covered her mouth with her hand. David now had an excellent view of his mother's ass, as she moved her hips on top of her boss.
"Let it out, baby," David heard Peter say. "Your son won't be home for awhile. You don't need to be so quiet, and I love to hear moan." Peter picked up his pace beneath her, and Marion had to place her hand against his chest to steady her at the new onslaught. She stuck her knuckle in her mouth, and David figured it was to hold back her cries. "Come on!" Peter moaned.
"I don't want him catching us anymore," she said, pulling her knuckle from between her teeth. "He already gives me weird looks, as it is."
"Oh, come on! You like the way he looks at you. I've seen him looking at you breasts," as he spoke, Peter began to lightly stroke Marion's chest, "he seems to like your ass, too."
"Stop it. He's my son!" If David didn't know any better, he would have thought she had moaned out that last part.
"You can't fool me, Marion. I felt your pussy tighten as I mentioned him, and I felt you get wetter when you did."
"No, no!" Marion whined.
"I wonder what you would do if he came in here right now and wanted to fuck you. Would you let him?"
"He is... Oh Gawd! He's my son!" She moaned, picking up her own pace.
David didn't know what Peter was playing at, but he was harder than he had ever been in his life. He silently unzipped his fly, and pulled out his meat. He started to stroke himself as watched his mother and Peter fucking.
"Say his name, Marion. Say your son's name."
"No, I can't. Not while we're... Ung... Yes, harder. Fuck me harder!" Peter stopped moving though, and Marion cried out in frustration. "Why'd you stop?"
"Not until you say his name," Peter said in a tone that David knew meant business.
David watched, as Peter reached between them, and assumed he was going to play with her clit, but his mom didn't react.
"I don't know why you want me to. It is wrong! That's too close to incest. I won't--Ahhhh!" Peter must have finally touched her clit, but then he stopped again, and just looked at her, waiting.
Marion placed both her hands next to Peter's head on the bed, and brought her face close to his. David could only imagine the serious look she was giving him. He had to strain his ears to hear what she said.
"Fine, if you want to hear me say it that badly... David." The sound of his name as she sat atop Peter was like lightning running through his soul. He had to stop masturbating, because he was too close to blowing his load right there against the door.
As soon as she said her son's name, Peter began to move inside her, slowly. "Say it again," he commanded.
"Ahh, David..." this time his name came out in a definite moan, as Peter picked up his pace.
"Again," the demand was repeated.
Marion's hips were moving as fast as she could now, as she said it again, and again. Each time she called her son's name, she grew louder and Peter picked up his pace.
"David, David, Awe, Fuck me, David! Fuck me harder! I'm gonna cum! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, David you're gonna make your mom cum all over yooooouuuuuuu!" Marion began to shake and shudder and he heard Peter grunt as he started his own orgasm.
David had to run to his room, and barely made it before he shot his own load all over his carpet. He had almost lost it at her doorway, but had had just enough presence of mind to know that he couldn't make a mess there, and left.
David quickly cleaned up his spunk, and then snuck out his window. He ran to the front door, and then took a few seconds to catch his breath. The image of his mom getting banged while she called his name and came kept running through his head.
It took longer than normal, but he was finally able to get himself under control, and he opened the door loudly, allowing it to bang against the wall. "I'm home," he yelled, hoping that he had given them enough time to get dressed. He fervently hoped they wouldn't suspect that he had been watching.
"Back here, son," Marion called, and David wondered if she sounded out of breath. He went back to her room, where only minutes before, she had been screaming his name, but now looked up as Peter unscrewed a light bulb. "The light went out, and Peter was nice enough to change it for me. I can't reach it myself," she explained unnecessarily. David was certain it was a lie, but played along, as both were fully clothed, and there wasn't anything other than his memory to say anything to the contrary.
Peter finally got the bulb free, and David thought he might have winked as he walked by to get another one.
"So, how was work?" Marion asked. Did she seem more nervous than usual? David wondered, but shrugged it off as his own paranoia. He started to tell her about work when Peter returned with a new bulb, and screwed it into place.
"Well, that ought to allow things to be seen better in here from now on, right David?" Why was he asking him, David wondered, but just shrugged noncommittally? "Well, Marion, I'd better get those files back to the office. We will have a busy day tomorrow, trying to prove some of those cases are fraudulent."
Marion walked him to the door, and this time there was no mistaking the wink Peter gave him as he left. David then knew that Peter had caught him spying, and had probably said everything just for him. But the question that kept going through his mind was: why?
Dinner that night started out quiet as usual, until Marion spoke up. "When do you think you'll find a good girl?"
This was a conversation David hated having, and she asked it all too often. Hoping to end it quickly, he told her the truth. "Just as soon as I find a woman that can possibly compare to you, mom." That usually ended the conversation, but tonight it seemed to fail.
"And in what ways are you comparing them to me?"
David didn't know how to answer, and started blushing instead. He couldn't believe that at twenty-eight he could still blush like this. Well, the truth had gotten him into this mess; he would use it to get him out. "I am looking for someone who is smart, and funny, and is willing to take good care of me."
"Is that all, David?" Did she seem disappointed? The sound of his name on her lips brought back memories of earlier that evening.
"Um... Okay. I am partial to blondes."
"Blondes, huh? What about breasts?" To his shock, Marion cupped her large breasts through her shirt as she asked this question.
David mumbled out the truth before he could think better of it. "Yours are the perfect size."
She just smiled, as she asked, "What about rear ends? I hear some men are really into those."
"Yes, your butt is the nicest I've seen." They had often talked about many things, including sex, but had never been this open or personal before, and David was beginning to like it.
"But we shouldn't talk about me. I want to talk about you finding a woman for yourself." The smile was still on her face, as she looked at him.
"What do I need a woman for, when I've got you?" He was surprised at the bluntness of his own statement, but relaxed as Marion giggled.
"There are some things I can't take care of as your mother, son."
He was about to protest this statement, but thought better of it. Despite what he had witnessed earlier that day, he didn't dare cross that line yet. Instead he replied, "I can take care of those things myself."
She looked at him for a few uncomfortable seconds, and then finally asked, "Do you... Um... Do you take care of those, er, things often?"
"Almost every day," the answer was out before he could think better of it. Marion's eyes grew large at the answer, but she dropped her gaze to her nearly empty plate.
"Eat your food, before it gets cold," she finally said. David had forgotten that they were eating dinner. He recognized that she wanted the conversation to end, and even though he now wanted to keep it going, he had no idea how to.
That night when she showered, David was let down to find the bathroom door closed and locked.
* * *
The next couple days, David failed to catch Peter and his mother in the act, and was even surprised when they weren't home when he got off work. He figured that they probably did it during lunch, and then drove back to their office, and an idea formed in his head.
It was Friday, and David got up as usual, drank the coffee his mom had set out for him, and then left as though he were going to work. He parked his car a couple blocks away, called to let his boss know that he was feeling sick and would be working from home, then walked back to his house.
He hid in some bushes till he saw his mom drive away, before going in, and locking the door behind him. He would make sure he was home when they came here to screw.
He opened his computer, and worked while he waited for them. Sure enough, a little after noon, he heard a car door close outside.
He flipped off his computer screen, and made sure his door was open. Jumping into his own closet, he waited to hear them pass by his room. He had left his door open so that his mother would see his room was empty, as well as being quiet when he left to spy on them.