t was just before eight in the morning and as usual I was in my closet. It is a built-in closet and the inside wall adjoins my mother's bedroom.
My mom Pam is a forty-two year-old divorcee and I am her eighteen year-old son and only child. Mom has put on a little weight since dad left and she complains about it but I think it suits her, it makes her tits bigger and she has a nice bubble-butt which is what I was staring at right then and there.
Quite some time ago I had made a hole in my closet wall so I could see into mom's bedroom. I like watching her knowing she can't see me. I like watching her dress.
Mom has this habit that I really love. I suppose it's not so much a habit as a routine.
She arises around seven-thirty on weekdays to get ready for work. She works as a secretary at an accounting firm where they have a strict dress code which doesn't really worry my mom at all because she likes to dress nice.
She gets out of bed and goes straight to her ensuite bathroom, uses the toilet, flushes, brushes her teeth and jumps in the shower wearing her shower-cap. None of this really interests me, even when I get a glimpse of her naked. By then I'm at my station inside my closet and have removed the Blu-Tack covering my spy hole. I'm naked except for I'm wearing a pair of my mother's discarded pantyhose. She buys Hanes L'eggs nude medium support control top pantyhose in two-packs at Walmart.
I monitor her usage and as soon as she throws a pair in the trash I rescue them and add them to my collection which I keep in a canvass bag in the bottom of my closet along with a pair of her worn panties that I pilfer from the laundry basket and exchange regularly so that mom doesn't become suspicious.
The pantyhose feel lovely on my bare legs which I keep shaved. The silky-sheer legs of the pantyhose caress my thighs and calves and the shiny-glossy gusset cossets my ass and my scrotum. There is a tiny hole in front out of which protrudes my erect penis which has the leg of another pair of mom's pantyhose draped over it. The current pair of full-cut satin panties I have borrowed from the laundry hamper are over my head with the crotch against my nose so I can smell her cunt, my eyes looking out the leg-holes.
If my mom or anyone else ever caught me like this I would just die, but the hole in the closet wall is very well camouflaged and my bedroom door is securely locked.
Here comes the part I've been waiting for; the part of her ritual which drives me wild!
Mom steps into her Hanes L'eggs medium support control top pantyhose and pulls them up her legs one at a time, easing out the wrinkles and smoothing them along her long shapely legs. She pulls the control top tight around her big ass and shaven cunt, drawing the waistband up around her midriff.
I'm slowly stroking my cock enjoying the caress of the cool, sleek nylon on my sensitive flesh. I need time to enjoy myself; if I stroke too hard or too fast I will cum too soon and we can't have that!
Next she steps into her flesh-toned Cupid light control brief panties; also purchased in two-packs at Walmart. They are her 'work panties' because as the packaging says: 'they have a light control front panel that helps smooth your belly and offer more support than everyday panties, for a slimmer silhouette'. She puts on the matching bra, easing her ample breasts into the cups.
This is as far as she will go for now. She will prance and parade around her bedroom making her bed and selecting the suit and blouse she will wear to work and the high heels to match. She has quite a collection of shoes. Mom took dad to the cleaners when he left her for a younger version of her. I don't know how dad could bear to be with anyone else except mom; she's so beautiful and sexy.
Having selected her outer garments which she has laid on the bed with her heels neatly placed on the floor beside them she moves over to her vanity mirror to do her hair and makeup.
Mom likes to wear a lot of makeup: heavy black eyeliner and mascara, mauve eyeshadow, rouged cheeks and bright-red lipstick. My aunt Sally snarkily tells mom that she looks like Bettie Page with her shoulder-to-armpit-length jet-black hair, blue eyes, and bangs. I Googled Bettie Page and aunt Sally isn't far from the mark.
After brushing out her long black hair and ensuring her bangs are straight she collects her high heels and sits back down at the vanity to put them on. She sits side on to do so and I have a wonderful view of her. By now my cock is throbbing and the nylon covering my glans is soaked with precum, I can barely hold back my orgasm. The stocking caresses my cock ever so delicately as I work the sheer nylon on my frenulum.
Mom bends down to buckle her shoe, her long leg sheathed in the sheer hose is extended, her full breasts strain the cups of her bra and her pretty face is beatific as she concentrates on the buckle and strap.
I shoot my load into the stocking. My semen busts through the wispy fabric and spatters on the floor of the closet and a huge gobbet of white spunk sticks to the nylon. The feel of mom's stocking on my cock and the pungent scent of her cunt and feminine hygiene spray in my nose is indescribably pleasurable. I try to control my breathing so that she doesn't hear me through the thin walls.
I stay at my station while mom buttons her blouse, steps into her skirt and puts on her jacket. As reaches for her watch and jewellery I hurriedly rip the pantyhose off my cock and screw them into a ball. I take the panties off my face and remove the pantyhose I am wearing. They all go into my secret canvass bag of goodies.
I pull on my pyjamas and head downstairs and am sitting in the kitchenette pouring cereal into a bowl when she comes down the stairs. A miasma of her perfume precedes her and I smile at her.
"Good morning Mike," she returns my smile; the love for me in her eyes is evident.
"Morning mom; you look gorgeous as usual," I complement her.
"I'm too chubby Mike and I'm getting old," she leans in and kisses my cheek then she rubs off her lipstick with the pad of her thumb.
I'm lucky that my pyjamas are baggy because although I have only just ejaculated I am hard again. My eyes are locked my mom's long legs and her big ass. Her tight skirt is a little too short for a woman her age but she knows how to show off her best assets.
"What the hell is that Mike?" mom pulls her head out of the refrigerator.
I can hear it now too; the sound of police sirens in the distance but they are getting closer.
It is right then that the kitchen door slams open and a huge black man with an angry look on his face bursts through it. He's carrying a gun which he levels at us as he slams the door shut. I curse myself for failing to lock it before I went to bed last night.
"Is there anyone else in the house?" the man snarls, waving the gun at us.
We are both gape-mouthed and speechless.
The man pulls back the hammer on the pistol and levels it at mom.
"No! There's no one else in the house!" my voice is high and whiney with fear.
The sirens are getting louder.
"Upstairs now! You lead the way sister and just remember I have my gun in your kid's back," he growls.
I'm pissed that he called me kid but that's the least of my worries. The man pushes me right up close to mom who is leading the way upstairs. The man might have a gun in the small of my back but my nose is only inches from mother's luscious ass and I'm getting tumescent again. Her perfume invades my nostrils; her shapely buttocks are swathed in a navy-blue pinstriped skirt that is probably a size too small for her. It rides up her thighs exposing the coffee-coloured shiny control-tops encasing her thighs. The sheer legs of her nude pantyhose glimmer as she strides slowly up the stairs.
"In there!" the man pushes me in the back and I fall against my mother.
I hope she can't feel my erection as it presses against her buttocks. I hold back a step as she walks into my bedroom then follow behind her, the gun still pressed into the small of my back.
The sirens are now excruciatingly loud and they seem to have stopped in our street.
"Get in the fucking closet and keep quiet. Don't say a fucking word!" the man points to the built-in closet where not that long ago I was masturbating while watching my mom get dressed.
Mom climbs awkwardly into the closet and I follow her, pushing my clothes out of the way. The man steps in after me, sliding my clothes all the way to one side of the enclosure. He pulls the door closed and our world becomes black; we have to stand side-on so we can all fit.
"We stay in here until the cops move on. One fucking word and I'll shoot. The bullet will pass right through the kid and into your back sister; do you feel me?" the man grunts.
I can feel the man's breath on the back of my neck, he's pressed so close. I'm pressed against my mother and the proximity to her body is doing things to me that are infinitely inappropriate given the circumstances. I'm breathing in her perfume and my cock is pressed against her buttocks. It's slowly becoming erect and as much as I try to think of dead puppies or the last horror movie I watched I can't stop it. I can't use my hand to move it in the confines of the closet because mom will feel it and the big black man with the revolver pressed into my back might get the wrong idea and shoot me.
My mom sighs like she's exasperated and moves her buttocks a little; I think she has become aware of my erection. The movement doesn't help, it makes matters worse because the wool-blend fabric of her skirt causes the fly hole in my pyjamas to open and my cock is now resting on my mother's ass.
Suddenly there is a pounding on the front door.
"Oh my god!" my mom shrieks and jumps in fright.
"Shut up bitch!" the man growls.
Mom is whimpering but trying her hardest to keep quiet. When she jumped my cock sprang between her legs and now rests firmly between her big pantyhose-sheathed thighs. I am biting down on my lips to stop myself from groaning with pleasure.
"Police! Open up!" the hammering on the door continues.
Mom jumps again and I leave a snail's trail of silvery pre-seminal fluid on her leg. I can feel my dick dripping. The shimmery feel of her pantyhose on my cock is driving me wild.
The hammering and shouting from downstairs stops as fast as it started and we can hear the cops move on to the house next door where they bang on the door and begin to shout.
The man keeps us in the closet as the cops move further down the street going from house to house. Mom carefully reaches between her legs and pushes my penis from between them. It springs free and nestles against her skirt once again but I hear her sigh of relief. At least it isn't touching her flesh. I am now increasingly aware of the musty smell of stale semen. It is coming from below me, from the canvass bag in which I keep mom's discarded nylons and stolen panties.
After what seems like an agonisingly long time the man pushes the closet door open.
"Out!" he snarls and mother and I tumble out of the closet.
She pulls down her skirt and smoothes it around her ass and thighs and I quickly tuck my penis away hoping that neither my mom nor the black have seen it.
"You, toots, get on the bed and you go sit in that chair!" she man indicates the chair next to my computer desk and I hurriedly make my way over to it and sit.
Thankfully my erection has subsided and I deliberately don't look at my mother's legs as she perches herself on the edge of my bed. The man moves over to the window and peeks out briefly.
"Look, I don't wanna be here anymore than you want me to be but we're all going to stay here and remain calm until I'm satisfied that the cops have moved on, you feel me?" the man looks sharply from my mother to me.
We both nod, praying that the angry man won't keep us prisoner much longer.
"Hey what the fuck?" the man looks down at canvass bag that has tumbled out of the closet.
I am absolutely mortified when he untangles the ties and opens the bag to examine it. He turns it upside down and shakes it and a jumble of pantyhose and a pair of mom's panties tumble to the floor.
"What the fuck?" the man kicks the little pile of delicates with his toe.
"Jesus, you fucking freak," the man bends down and picks up the pair of pantyhose soaked with my semen.
He holds the hosiery in two fingers at the waistband and shakes them at me accusingly.
"You little mother-fucker! You been wankin' into these pantyhose and sniffing these panties ain't-cha kid?" he grins.
"These yours sister? Your son been spanking his monkey with your pantyhose?" the man waves the pantyhose at mom who blushes and looks away.
"You little fucking pervert," the man drops the pantyhose and kicks the little pile of hosiery and panties back towards the closet where the doors are gaping.
"Wait a minute?" the man stares into the closet.
Because all of the clothes have been pushed aside the little patch of Blu-Tack is visible.
"Don't you fuckers move!" the man waves the gun at us before he steps over to the closet.
My bedroom is tiny and the man can easily spin around and stop us should either of us make a break for the door.
He scratches away the Blu-Tack and briefly puts his eye to the hole and then he turns and smiles at me evilly.
"You been watching mommy through the peephole haven't you kid?" his accusatory grin is almost worse than mom's scowl.
I bow my head in shame and blush so hard that I can feel my cheeks burning.
"You know your kid been perving on you through the wall sister?" the man points to the hole in back of the closet.
Mom looks angry but says nothing.
"I can see why though; you are some piece of ass," the man sniggers.
"You think your mother is a piece of ass kid? Sure you do. She got them big titties and those long legs and that pretty face and you been watching her through that little hole stroking your noodle with her nylons," the man continues to embarrass and degrade me.
Of course I'm fearful for my life and for my mother's life. The man is huge and he has a gun but I'm also mortified that my mother now knows my secret. If we ever get out of this predicament I'll have to explain myself and that won't be easy.
"What's your name sister?" the man turns to mother who is sitting primly on the edge of my bed, pulling down the hem of skirt which keeps riding up.
"Pam... Pamela," my mother stammers, her voice barely audible.
She keeps pulling at her hem and closing the top of blouse.
"Whatcha keep adjusting your clothing for Pam. You're dressed for work so that outfit is obviously your work clothes. You like them men at the office ogling your tits, your ass and your legs Pam? You like being a tease?" the man closes in my mother and I bristle.
"Don't get any ideas kid, you just stay seated," the man spins around and puts the gun on me.
He turns back to mom and grins.
"Look at me and answer my question Pam," the man grows.
My mother stops fiddling with her clothing and raises her head and looks at the man defiantly.
"We have a dress code! And yes I like to dress nice for work! I'm a single woman I can dress how I like! I stopped taking orders off men when my husband left!" my mother spits.
I look at her beautiful face. Her blue eyes were shining with defiance, her red lips pursed, her heavy makeup emphasises her features. Her long white neck is extended and her jet-black hair falls around her face and over her shoulders. She has never looked more beautiful to me but I am afraid that the man with the gun is getting the same impression.
He stares at my mother with his deep-set dark brown eyes. They roam over body and his breathing becomes heavier. He is wearing tight blue-jeans and a white tank-top, his muscles defined by the tight cotton. His erection bulges the front of his jeans.
Now I am really scared.
"Pick up those nylons kid," the man points with his gun to the contents of the canvass sack spilled on the floor.
His eyes never leave my mother and her gaze never leaves his. Her hostility and belligerence are palpable.
"Pick up the fucking nylons," the man turns and barks at me.
I scramble on the floor and pick up the nylons as I am told.
"Give them here and sit back down," the man snatches them from my grip.
I guess what is coming next. In a movie or storybook the victim would spring from the chair and grapple with the protagonist and take away his gun but this is real life and I sit meekly and allow the man to tie my wrists to the arms of the chair and my ankles to the legs. He ties them so tight that I am worried that he might cut off the circulation.
I expect my mother to cry or plead with this monster but she steadfastly refuses. She holds her head high and looks at the man with abject hostility and insolence.
"I don't know why the police are looking for you but I know that you have now committed a home invasion and assault. I'm going to come to the courthouse and look you in the eyes when they sentence you to prison you fuck!" my mother growls.
She shocks me. I seldom hear my mother swear; she is usually so demure. This behaviour is so out of character for her and it also concerns me. There is no doubt in my mind what this man intends to do, why else would he tie me up, but why does my mother insist on antagonising him further? It is only going to make things worse for her.
"Yeah ok Pam now you got that out of your system let's get to fuckin', we ain't got long," the man says so matter-of-factly that I nearly faint.
This man is going to force himself on my mother while I sit and watch, unable to help her.
"Take me in the other room! Take me in the other room and I won't struggle... I won't fight," my mother's anger has dissipated and now she is begging.
"I don't think so Pam. Your son is a voyeur so I think he might appreciate watching mommy getting fucked. And you ain't going to struggle and this is why," the man takes a folding knife out his back pocket and opens it.
He holds the blade in front of my mother's face and it glimmers in the light. Then he brings the knife over to where I am sitting, takes me in a headlock and puts it against my ear.
"The first time you struggle I'm cutting off this ear. The second time his other ear. Then I'll take his nose, then his lips, do you get it?" the knife makes a tiny incision above my ear but it is so sharp that I don't feel anything except for the small runnel of blood which runs down my jawline.
My mother gasps.
"Do you get it!" the man yells and the veins stick out on his neck.
"Yes I get it. I won't struggle," the resignation in my mother's voice is shocking but to be expected.
"Ok. Let's get to fuckin'," the man puts the knife and the gun on the desk and quickly shucks out of his clothes.
His dark skin is like ebony, his body ripped and muscled. His face is handsome in a rugged kind of way and the phallus that stands out proudly from the dark thatch of springy pubic hair is huge. It is long thick and veiny, the shaft chocolate brown, the glans purple. It looks dangerous. I am fascinated by it.
I looked across at my mom and see that mother is also fascinated by it. She can't take her eyes off it.
The man takes three steps across the room and stands before my mother, his monstrous phallus is at her eye level.
"Ok Pam we don't have long. I want you to take it in your hand and stroke it nice and gently. Cup my balls too and caress them. You even thing about hurting me and your son loses his face," the man's breathing is laboured.
A string of clear pre-ejaculate dangles from the eye of the pulsing monster and I watch fascinated as my mother catches the slippery fluid on her palm and uses it to lubricate the man's shaft as she begins to stroke it. She uses her other hand to gently caress his scrotal sac. She has unconsciously opened her legs and I can see up her skirt to her flesh-toned Cupid light control brief panties. I become instantly hard.
"That's a good girl Pam," the man coos as my mother kneads his cock using featherlight strokes.
My mother seems mesmerised by the man's cock. She just stares at it while she strokes, oblivious to her surroundings.
My cock is so hard that it feels like it will explode. It sticks up proudly out of the fly-hole of my pyjamas. I needn't worry about being embarrassed by my mother or the intruder seeing it; they only have eyes for each other. The man is staring at my mother's pretty face while she slowly strokes him and caresses his scrotum and my mother stares intently at the huge penis she is masturbating.
I gasp as I see my mother surreptitiously lick her bottom lip. She can't be enjoying this, surely?
But what I'm witnessing suggests that my mom just might be. Her legs have opened wider and her skirt has ridden up to the top of her thighs. The coffee-coloured bands of her control tops shimmer in the morning light and the sleek material of her panties defines the bulge of her pubic mound. I know that it is impossible but I can almost sense the moist heat she is generating in the cleft of her sex.
The man begins to groan. It is like the sound of a tiger purring; deep and resinous. If it is possible that his cock has grown bigger? My mother's fingers, her red fingernails now glistening with precum, can hardly fit around its girth as she continues to slowly stroke it.
What happens next is both incredible and stupefying. The man reaches out and puts one hand on either side of my mother's face. There is nothing aggressive in the gesture, in fact he seems to be gently encouraging her rather than forcing her and mother seems to comprehend immediately.
She leans forward and takes the huge throbbing appendage in her mouth. I am both astonished and captivated by her actions. This is not rape... at least not in the conventional sense. My mother is complicit. I can see the hunger in her eyes as she opens her mouth and extends her tongue so she can lap up the secretions dripping from the man's pulsing manhood. She licks his glans, using the tip of her tongue on his fraenulum.
I have watched enough porn to know that my mother is behaving like an expert fellatrix rather than an innocent woman forced to satisfy her captor. She is still caressing his scrotum and she lifts his meaty phallus out of the way so she can lick his sac, even going to the extent of opening her mouth wide and suckling his testes.
The man's knees are beginning to shake and his eyes are screwed shut with pleasure. His breathing is laboured and heavy, his hands rest on my mother's shoulders.
He is vulnerable. I think that if my mother bit down on his balls the pain would be so excruciating that it would incapacitate him long enough for her to grab the gun and turn it on him.
But she doesn't.
She takes his penis back into her mouth and begins to work her lips up and down the shaft whilst she uses her tongue on his glans; she has returned her hand to his scrotum and is gently caressing and squeezing it. The man is panting like a dog on heat.
I force myself to look away briefly from the giant black cock fucking my mother's mouth and stare down at her crotch. My mother is one of those women who wear her panties over her pantyhose. I once heard her explain to aunt Sally that it looks neater and she likes the aesthetic. The flesh-toned shiny fabric of her panties is moulded to her pubis and I am astonished to see a little wet patch in the crotch. Surely my mother is not becoming sexually aroused?
But all the evidence points to the fact that she is.
She is slavering at the man's penis, taking as much of his huge member into her mouth as she can whilst she strokes his scrotal sac. I can hear the suppressed moans escaping her lips as she sucks on the man's giant black cock, her lustful sounds join his sighs and groans as he fucks her face.
Mother wraps her calves around the man's legs, rubbing her nylon-clad calves along his legs as she suckles him. The sight of this gesture is so overwhelming that I instantly ejaculate a torrent of semen that sprays up into the air and falls down onto my pyjama pants and begins to soak into the fabric.
The feel of my mother's slinky, nylon-encased calves rubbing on the man's hairy tree-trunk legs, her red-lipsticked lips working on his shaft whilst her tongue flutters on his glans is enough to bring the man to extremis.
The man screams as his orgasm wracks his body. I watch my mother's throat work as she tries to swallow everything the man is giving her but she can't swallow his issue fast enough. She is beginning to choke and the man rips his cock from her mouth and expresses the last of his issue with his own hand, spattering scalding hot semen on my mother's pantyhose-sheathed thighs.
When he is all but finished he wipes his cock dry on her leg, chuckling to himself as he does so.
For a beat there is silence. My mother hangs her head in shame, refusing to look at the big black man who is slowly getting dressed. I am speechless but concerned that I am still erect and my cock is poking out of pyjamas for everyone to see.
"Ok, I did what you wanted, now please lets us go," my mother sighs.
"Oh you did more than I wanted Pamela. I was just going to fuck you but that was the best headjob I've ever had so I wasn't going to stop you," the man chuckles, his voice a deep baritone.
"I did what I had to, to save my son," Mother counters.
The wet patch in the crotch of her panties seems to me to indicate otherwise but who am I to betray my own mother? She pulls down her skirt as best she can, closes her legs and slants them demurely sideways, dabbing at the cooling semen on her legs with the corner of my sheet.
"Jesus kid! What the fuck!" the man bellows as he turns my way whilst still tucking in his shirt.
My worst nightmare has become a reality as both the stranger and my mother stare at me tied to the chair with my erect cock sticking out of my pyjama pants.
"Oh my god Michael!" my mother sounds disgusted with me and I blush a deep red.
"Couldn't help it could you kid? All those times you hid in the closet watching mommy get dressed while you tossed off into her panties and nylons. And now you got to see the real thing. You got to see mommy having sex," the man picks up the knife and gun.
"Correction Michael. You saw you're mother being forced to have sex," my mother indignantly corrects the stranger.
"I don't know Pamela. Seems to me you went a bit above and beyond there honey. Wasn't much hesitation on your part when my black anaconda was offered to you? You worked that dick like it was an all-day sucker," the man chuckles.
"What do think kid? Did mom seem she liked what she was doing?" the man cuts me free of my bonds and I rub my wrists.
The man points the gun at me to remind me that he is still in control.
"Let's go and take a look kid, you lead the way," the man points at my mother sitting demurely on the edge of the bed.
When I am standing next to her the man puts the knife to my throat again.
"Lay down on the bed sister or I'll cut Mikey from ear to jaw," the man growls.
My mother scampers onto the bed and lies with her head on my pillows, her legs firmly pressed together.
"Lift her skirt kid. Let's see for ourselves if mommy liked it."
"Don't you give me any sass Pamela I still got this knife and gun," the man says menacingly.
My mother nods and turns her face away into the pillows.
"Go on kid. You been watching her pussy from the closet for fuck knows how long, now you get to see it up close," the man goads me.
I reach out with trembling fingers and take the hem of my mother's pinstriped skirt and slowly raise it up her thighs. I gasp as the dark bands of her control-top pantyhose come into view.
"Keep goin kid, let's see some pussy," the stranger eggs me on.
As much as I am terrified I extremely aroused as I hike my mother's skirt all the way up and expose her flesh-toned Cupid light control brief panties. Despite the tummy-tucking ability of the panties they are still pretty, being seamless with soft lace-embellished side panels. They are moulded to my mother's pubis and belly.
"Open wide Pam. Let the kid see," the stranger raps the knife on the bedhead to indicate he means business.
My mother sobs as she opens her legs and my nose is assaulted by the scent of her cunt. The crotch of her panties is wet and although I know I'm imagining it I think I feel the heat of her sex.
My mom keeps her face buried in the pillows to hide her shame.
"Climb on kid, this one's on me," the man pushes me in the back.
"What?" I am astounded by what the man is proposing.
"No fucking way!" my mother spins her head around and glares at the stranger.
The anger and indignance is burning on her face. I am not surprised this time when my mother swears, what this man is proposing is abominable and appalling.
So why is my cock throbbing at the prospect?
"Let the kid have a little panty rub Pam. It will be our secret. I tell you what; you let Mikey here panty-pop you and even if I get caught I won't tell the cops that you liked sucking my cock," the man chuckles.
"It's disgusting and perverted!" my mother spits back at him.
"Yeah... it's all that Pam but I wanna see it and if you don't I'll just cut on him a little before I fuck you myself," the man's tone is downright dangerous.
"Now take off those jim-jams and hop on mommy Mikey and don't take all day I gotta skedaddle," the man's demeanour changes again.
I look at my mother beseechingly and she looks up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and nods almost imperceptivity.
I shuck out of my pyjama pants and climb on the bed acting like it's the worst moment in my life when in fact it's my fantasy come true.
I lie down on top of my mother my cock pressing into her panty-clad mound, feeling her body on my bare skin, inhaling her perfume, looking into her pretty face framed by her lustrous black hair.
"Come on kid; get to it I ain't got all day," the man smacks my bare bottom.
"Sorry mom, he made me," I whisper apologetically as I begin to thrust my cock against my mother's panties.
"It's ok Mike. Just get it over with and we will talk about it later," my mother whispers.
The feel of the cool silken fabric of my mother's panties on my cock is amazing. If I hadn't orgasmed twice already today I would come right now but lucky for me I now have some resilience. I push my cock harder against my mother's belly and then rise up a little and push my cock between her legs.
My mother shoots daggers at me but what can she do? The man is still standing right there watching me rut at my mother's fully-clothed body. He has his cock in one had but he still has the gun in the other.
"What are you doing?" my mother hisses.
"I'm sorry mom I can't help myself," I say guiltily and I can't.
I'll never get the chance to do this again so even if I have to spend the rest of my life in purgatory I'm goin to take full advantage.
I press my cock into the valley between my mother's legs and begin to hump her. I can feel the shape of her labia though the layers of satin and nylon and it is the most exquisite feeling I've ever felt. I can feel the wet patch that my mother secreted when she was sucking the big black cock. My secretions are making the patch bigger and wetter.
My mother grunts as I hump away at her. I stare into her eyes which seem emotionless; her lipsticked lips curl up at the corners every time I push my cock into her panty-clad mound. I ignore the distaste she is exhibiting because I am enjoying myself too much.
The wet patch gets wetter and warmer and slowly it dawns on me that I am not the sole cause of the wet patch. My mother is secreting vaginal juices. Her emotionless eyes are actually lust-fuelled, her lips are curling up in a smile and her grunts are actually supressed moans of pleasure.
"Jesus kid you got her going again," the man sniggers but I am oblivious to him.
It appears my mother is too because she slowly lifts her legs and wraps them around me to keep my close to her as she rises her ass off the bed to meet my thrusts. The feel of her silken pantyhose-clad legs on my tender skin is magical. I can feel the shape of her cunt though the sodden panties and pantyhose and my cock is throbbing with excitement.
When she warps her arms around me and brings her face to mine I think I'm dreaming. I kiss her and she opens her mouth wide and our tongues entwine. I can taste her lipstick, I can smell her perfume, I can smell the musk of her cunt.
Mom snakes a hand between our bodies and uses a long fingernail to rip open the gusset of her pantyhose. She takes my cock in her fingers, eases aside her panties and guides it into the folds of her labia. She breaks the kiss and looks up at my questioningly.
I nod my consent and thrust forward.
My hard, throbbing cock enters my mother's soft, wet, warm, buttery cunt. The fleshy tunnel caresses my manhood and I lower my face to hers and we kiss.
We kiss as we fuck. We moan and grunt and groan but we never utter an intelligible word, we are both lost in our incestuous lust. The feel of mom's stocking-sheathed legs rubbing my flanks, the silken gusset of her panties on my belly, her soft breasts against my chest and her lips on mine melds into one amorphous lecherous sensation that drives me close to extremis.
My mother and I feet the hot seed as the stranger climaxes and directs his ejaculation over my mother's legs but neither of us acknowledge it. We are too busy fucking each other, enjoying the fruits of each other's bodies.
The walls of my mother's cunt cling to my rock-hard pulsing cock as I slam it in out of her. Her high heels rake my back urging me on as she rises her ass up off the bed to meet my thrusts.
She screams as she orgasms and her whole body quivers and I can feel her cunt pulsate and the gush of her vaginal juices. My cock thrums and explodes, filling my mother's vagina with my hot seed. I jackhammer my cock in out of my mother's pussy as she holds me against with her arms and legs. We kiss so violently that our teeth crack together.
I lie on top of my mother exhausted, the last of my issue dribbling down her ass-crack onto the sheets. Her makeup is ruined, her lipstick spread over her face, her suit is a mess and the buttons have ripped from her blouse during the messy ordeal of our lovemaking. I regret that I didn't get the change to free her tits from her bra and suckle them. Her pantyhose are full of runners and she has lost one shoe.
My mother lies there like a slattern in her dishevelled clothing and torn lingerie, her son's semen dribbling from her bruised pussy, her makeup a mess. She has never looked so beautiful to me.
"I'm sorry mom," I whisper as the enormity of what I have done dawns on me.
"No you're not," she glares back at me.
"Where has he gone?" I suddenly notice that the stranger has gone.
"I think I head the backdoor slam around the time you were coming inside me," my mother says matter-of-factly.
I hang my head in shame.
"So what do we do now? What do we tell everyone?" I mumble.
"We tell them nothing. We can't," her glare softens a little.
"Not if we want to keep doing this," her glare becomes a wanton smile and she pulls me down back on top of her.
The End