On the Loveseat Ch. 17

"Wow mom." I was able to barely whisper.

"Yes honey." Mom's voice wasn't any stronger. "Wow."

"Thank you mom, but aren't you worried about us being tired tomorrow?" I could see glints reflected from her eyes and only the vague impression of the other features of her face as I looked towards her.

It seemed a long time lying there in the darkness before she answered. I almost thought she had fallen asleep. Not that I wouldn't love to have mom sleep with me in my bed, but it would be very awkward in the morning.

"I can just take a nap tomorrow while all of you are gone." She answered without any inflection.

"What about me?"

"Oh, you're young. You can handle it." The bed shook as she moved onto her side and bent her head closer to me. We were once again kissing. And not the soft gentle kisses of post-coitus. No, these were the passion-inflamed kisses of two people about to have sex.

Again.

In minutes we were ready to go again. Which only proved my youth and mom's lust.

Afterwards we lay there again afraid to say anything or even to kiss, in case it would lead to a round three. I was nervous of either of us falling asleep, not that I had a problem of sleeping in my own bed but mom certainly would.

"You need to go mom." I nudged her shoulder.

Mom rose slowly and before she stood she leaned and kissed me. It was quick and soft. Then she was up and at my doorway. The dark angel disappeared when my door closed. I was asleep again before I even realized it.

I awoke groggily with my alarm. I reached out an arm, imagining I could still feel the warmth of mom's body beside me. It was just my imagination though. My cold shower was longer than usual but did little to refresh me. I came downstairs in a rush but stopped when I noticed mom barely looking at me. When I asked what was wrong she only said later and gave me a peck on the cheek. I left her standing in the kitchen in her cotton robe with her arms crossed on her chest. I felt a chill colder than the shower.

This was the last day before spring break and I only had a half day, of which I was glad after mom's demeanor that morning. Did she regret our middle of the night rendezvous? Or did my inadvertent crack about her cheating upset her more than I had realized? I was anxious to return home, but nervous also. Would her lust ease her conscious or would her anger negate her need for sex?

I slowly opened the front door, unsure of what I would find.

I stopped slack-jawed as the door swung shut of its own accord.

Mom was reclining on the couch; yes, I now understood what was truly meant by reclining. But this couldn't be my mother. Not this magazine model lounging sexily on the family sofa.

She was wearing dark brown stockings held up by black garter belts, which were connected to a lacy black thing around her waist. Mom had no top on with only a black lacy shelf bra that left her nipples exposed. Fancy black high heels covered her feet that seemed out of place with her lack of clothing. Her hair looked styled, with ringlets framing her face. A face that was made up as if she was going out on the town. I could see she was wearing no panties but her luscious legs were poised in such a way that left no doubt as to her nudity while not revealing any of her intimate parts.

I was speechless as I jumped at her. She seemed startled at my reaction as her arms jerked up to receive my attentions. I was smearing lipstick a half-second later, all worries I might have had melted away. My pants and underwear only made it as far as my ankles when I entered mom.

We finished not too shortly thereafter.

I was still ready for more as mom still looked as hot as hell; I had barely mussed her up at all. But I was curious as to the explanation for her ... attire. Or lack thereof. I also still wondered about this morning's chilliness.

"So what was this all for?" I gestured at mom's body as I sat beside her. The sheen of perspiration only made her sexier.

"Can't I get dressed up, or dressed down, for my lover?" The words dripped from her lips.

"You just don't seem to wear stockings very often. Those ones that you had on when we went shopping were very nice, and these," I rubbed my hand along her shimmery thigh, "are pretty good too. Why don't you wear them more often?"

"Who am I wearing them for? Your father? It's not as if he notices when I do wear anything nice, or says anything about it when I don't. I just wear pantyhose when I need to, or just go bare." Her tone was coarse.

"You could wear them for me. I love how nice your legs look with the sheer and shiny stockings." My eyes ventured from hers back down to my hand playing over her smooth thighs. "But most of all, you should wear them for yourself if you like how they feel and that you feel sexy and desirable in them."

Mom watched my hand roaming her thigh, then looked up at my face.

"I do like wearing them, the feeling of them on my legs." Mom's voice was quiet, as if she was confessing a dark secret. "I do feel sexy wearing them. It's even nicer if I have someone to appreciate them on me." Her hand ran over the brown stocking until her fingertips brushed against mine.

"You know I do mom!" I said. Then I changed the subject to something a little more serious.

"You seemed upset this morning. I wondered if I had done or said something wrong." I asked her trying to act casual with my concern. My fingers had left her thigh and were now occupied with playing over her hardened nipples. That I could carry on a conversation with mom while playing with her tits ...

"I was tired. Johnny was being ... Johnny. And Justin said something that ... well, just something that got under my skin." Mom shook her head as if to shake away the memory.

"What'd he say? You spoke to him before I left this morning?" Dad normally didn't leave until after I did.

"He had to go in early today. It was ... it was nothing. I didn't mean to make you think it was because of you. You didn't worry about it, did you?" Her motherly concern was out of place coming from the gorgeous woman next to me.

"No, not at all. Just curious." I lied.

"You did worry. I'm sorry Jeremy."

I should have known she'd see through my deception!

Mom put a hand on my cheek. "I didn't appreciate that crack you made, but I think you showed your repentance. Twice, if I recall." Her gentle smile made everything better.

"How about we go for twice today?" I asked with a leer in my grin.

"Only twice?" Mom's leer was more seductive than mine.

"Are you giving me more credit than I might be capable of?"

Mom gave a small laugh. "I know that you're capable of making sure that I can go more than twice!"

"I'd make you cum all day long if I could mom. Whether my dick is capable or not. I have my mouth and two hands!"

"Yes, yes you do! And you use them all so wonderfully on me." Her hand drifted to my dick, which had managed to keep a little iron in it. Mom's hand soon had it filling out.

"How about you use this on me again?" Mom gave a good hard stroke on my nearly hard dick.

I didn't use any words to answer her, I merely pushed her onto her back and moved between her silky legs and slid effortlessly back into her delightfully tight and wet tunnel. Even with our very recent incident, we both were quickly close to orgasms again. Whether I was really that good or it was just that mom was that much more aroused, she was the first to reach her peak. I continued to pound her steadily until I was ready myself to unleash my seed in her now drenched pussy. Mom was working herself to a third orgasm when I filled her a second time. I didn't think I had a third in me, at least not for some time, but I kept going as my cock slowly shriveled and it seemed enough because mom started shaking beneath me before I popped out of her.

"God honey! No one ... has been able ... to fuck me ... like you do! You're almost like ... that battery bunny. Even after you're done ... you just keep going!" Mom struggled to get out the words as she gasped for breath.

I felt like I wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a long nap. The shower might not even be necessary.

Mom sat up and let me lay my head in her lap. She ran a hand slowly through my drenched hair. I could sense that she wanted to say something, but the words never came out.

I glanced at the wall clock and saw that there was still plenty of time before Johnny and Jojo got out of school. They were stuck with a full day today. I knew I was pretty well wiped out for a while, not that I wouldn't make a valiant effort if mom was ready for more, but she appeared to be nearly as spent as me. I knew that she would take more time than I would to appear presentable to my siblings, and then to my father when he came home.

"I think we are done for now." I said fighting my heavy eyelids. Mom may have had a nap this morning, but my youth was betraying me.

"I think that we both need a shower." Mom stated as she gave my head a pat. "A nice cool one will make you feel better."

"I don't think I could manage a shower with you, mom." I wasn't sure if my words were beginning to slur.

"Not together. We can't be trusted together in the shower." Mom lifted my head from her leg. I struggled to a sitting position.

"I'm sorry if I can't control myself when I'm near your naked beautiful body!"

"Nor can I, when I see your magnificent cock!"

My cock was completely at the ready to go again, but for the lack of blood to fill it up! Or the body behind it to back it up!

"Go ahead Jeremy. You'll be alright once you get moving." Mom patted my forearm in an all-too-motherly gesture. While looking like a Cosmo model. A well-fucked and tired Cosmo model!

"This is not a good sign for the beginning of a week off school with you." I groaned as I stood.

"We won't be able to have sex all week if that's what you were planning. I still have a house to take care of, your brother and sister will be here, you have things that you should be doing also."

"I planned on helping with the chores." In the hopes of freeing up mom's time of course! "And it's not like we can't keep Johnny and Jojo occupied for a few hours here and there."

I hadn't planned to spend the whole week in bed with mom. But, she was the reason that I had changed my plans.

After our long weekend with Aunt Jessica, I knew nine days, even with only one woman, would be impossible. No matter how much the dick, or the brain, was willing. The body in between those two just couldn't keep up. I had no doubts that we would find ways to get our time together, even if mom tried to deny it. I knew she wanted the sex just as much, or as it was beginning to seem, even more, than I did!

"You should be grateful that my time of month didn't coincide with Spring Break." Mom said flatly, as she crossed the living room to go to her bathroom.

God forbid that should have happened!

I trudged up the stairs and found I did have some little energy left in me that a cool, almost cold, shower was able to bring out of me.

I was hiding in my room when the tornado that was my brother and sister arrived home. I could hear their joyful exuberance at being out of school. I had to smile to myself as I remembered that feeling. A feeling I had had only hours ago.

The rest of the evening passed quickly enough. I revived enough to spend some time with the rest of the family watching some TV. Mom informed us that though we would still be having movie night the next evening, her sister wouldn't be joining us as she had another date with the same man. This meant nothing to my brother and sister, but I looked pointedly at mom. She just nodded her head as if she knew my thoughts. I didn't know what my thoughts were though.

I awoke late the next morning. Alone.

It was Friday and I had semi-consciously expected mom to wake me. Only when I came out of that sleepy haze did I remember that we weren't alone in the house. I contemplated going back to sleep but I realized that I couldn't blame mom for a school vacation. I rose grumpily, and hard. I debated about a cool shower, but took a long hot one instead.

I went downstairs and found mom alone, vacuuming the living room. She eyed me curiously but without any other intent. I looked about the room wordlessly. Mom mouthed 'they're out back' in response of my siblings' whereabouts. I nodded and went to the kitchen. I heard the vacuum cease its whine and mom appeared behind me.

"You're up kind of late this morning." She bent down and pulled a pan out of the cupboard.

"My Friday morning alarm seems to be broken." I said off-handedly, as I watched mom's black slacks tighten on her ass as she bent. The loose bright yellow sweater hid her breasts fairly well.

"You knew Johnny and Jojo would be home this morning." Mom explained. "Do you want some breakfast? Or, actually an early lunch."

It was a silly question. Of course I wanted food. And it was breakfast! She wouldn't fool me out of a meal.

We were able to do nothing all day. Barely had time for even brief kisses. I noticed mom's eyes on me numerous times as mine were on her. She just gave me a sympathetic smile and went about her chores. I did help mom do some house cleaning, mostly of the muscular nature, moving furniture, lifting things, and such. I played some Frisbee with my brother and sister, though with Jojo it was mostly a matter of fetching the disc from wherever she managed to fling it.

Dad arrived home and actually came around to the backyard and waved to us as I was playing catch with Johnny while Jojo was swinging. I nodded to my father. It was then that I realized that he didn't seem as imposing as he once had. He was just a regular man working to support his family. He seemed cheerful as he watched his children at play. Little did he know that one of them was stabbing him in the back.

I received my own knife wound when dad pulled me aside before dinner and offered to pay for airfare so I could join my friends if I changed my mind about staying home. I explained again how my girlfriend couldn't go because of her family and that I wanted to stay with her instead of the bacchanal in Florida. Dad cautioned me about the good time I was passing up and that he would hate for me to regret it later on. I thanked him for his generosity, but that I was fine with my decision. He walked away in disbelief. Maybe if he actually noticed my girl, he wouldn't second-guess my choice. But then again, if he had noticed, I wouldn't have that choice to make.

After we finished dinner, but before any of us had gotten up dad spoke.

"Since you're not going anywhere Jeremy, I don't want you spending all your time with this mysterious girlfriend of yours. You could do some things for your mother. You know, to keep her happy." My father said gruffly as if he had already expected my resistance.

"I'll be able to do both, dad. I'll be happy to do it for you." I answered cheerfully in opposition to his tone.

I saw the smirk on mom's face at the intent of my words as she rose with a handful of dishes.

"Good. See that you do. I don't want you lazing around the house all day, or to disappear for hours either."

"You can count on me dad." I declared.

We weren't a very religious family; mom and dad hadn't tried to force any of us with their own religious beliefs, but instead presented the options and let us reach our own conclusions about higher powers. Nevertheless, we had a family tradition on Good Friday that we would watch 'The Ten Commandments'. It was also how I came to ponder the nature of sin. Watching Nefretiri in her clingy, and seeming see-through, outfits had made me a fan of Anne Baxter. Or mostly, of her breasts. Besides my aunt's, they were the first ones that I had fantasized of seeing. That Moses could turn her aside made me realize the power one's beliefs could have. I don't think I would have had such conviction.

With having seen it numerous times, each of us normally didn't spend much attention watching it anymore, but no one would suggest not playing it, as it was tradition.

As such, this year wasn't any different. Save for the huge horny elephant in the room!

Dad sat on the couch to my surprise, and patted the cushion beside him for mom to join him. She gave me a glance as she sat beside her husband. I scowled and sat on the loveseat. Jojo and Johnny were laid out on their sleeping bag with little inclination that they wanted to see the film again. The fact that both of them would be asleep before the almost four-hour epic finished gave them no incentive either. I had only managed to make it through the whole movie a few times. But again, it was tradition. It was the only thing that kept me from going to my room and killing computer Nazis.

Well, that and those breasts of course.

I will add that Yul Brynner and Charlton Heston are, or were, outstanding actors. Even outside of 'Westworld' and 'Planet of the Apes', two favorites of mine.

Dad and mom were sitting close, dad's arm resting along the back of the couch behind mom's head. They weren't being as 'playful' as the previous Friday, but if that was because they were more conscious of their children's presence or the weighty subject matter playing on the TV screen. Not that they weren't still nuzzling and canoodling. To my dismay.

We paused the movie around the time of the plagues. Johnny and Jojo were out, popcorn spilled around them after their tickle fight. I was first to the bathroom and then replenished my beverage. Mom was pouring another glass of wine while dad was relieving himself. She said, "Jeremy." I turned to look at her, but could not answer her. Her eyes dropped to the kitchen floor and as I exited the kitchen, she got my father another beer. I ignored them both as they sat down again, but I did see that mom's feet were up beneath her with her knees pointed away from dad. Apparently, dad wasn't getting any tonight either.

I shouldn't have worried as dad was asleep and snoring quietly soon after our intermission. I semi-hoped that mom would get up and join me, but that was only wishful thinking. The two of us watched until the end, which wasn't necessary, but neither of us could turn off the movie. Maybe the rulings of God and the morality that we were breaking regardless of any one religion struck too close to home for mom and me.

As the movie ended, we both slowly rose, avoiding the other's gaze.

"Good night Jeremy. Pleasant dreams." Mom said. Her eyes briefly glanced towards me. I met them and answered.

"Yeah, good night mom."

I went upstairs as mom covered dad in her blanket. I saw the caring in her act that made me cringe inside.

It had definitely not been a good Friday for me!

I tossed and turned before I finally drifted off. Dreams of Anne Baxter's tits melting to become mom's haunted my sleep.

I woke at an amazingly early time of 6:05, but only because of the urge to pee. Once done, I returned to my bed and slumber.

Sunshine filled my room when next I opened my eyes. It was still early, at least for me, but I could accept 9:21.

I made my way downstairs and found mom and my siblings still in the midst of breakfast. Nothing elaborate, just pancakes and sausage links. Mom eyed me with surprise but set about preparing a plateful of food for me.

Dad of course had already left to play golf with his buddy Jack.

"Mommy said she's taking us to the park today!" Jojo exclaimed. "Do you want to come with us? Please?"

How could I turn down those cute little blue eyes?

"Sure, I'll come with you. It sounds like fun." It did sound like fun. It's not as if having sex with mom was the only family activity I was interested in. Mom gave me a funny look. I just smiled back at her.