Adultery A Mother Remembers

"Pancakes alright with you?" I asked.

"Yeah, that'd be great."

"Come with me. I want to talk to you first about last night."

My voice was grim.

I led you into the living room and pushed you into Don's chair so your head would be out of sight from the top of the stairs. I didn't know for sure if Don was there but I felt his presence. I refused to look. I pulled the nightie up to my knees and knelt before you, pleased that the move was unexpected. You began breathing more rapidly when I grabbed the waistband of your pajamas and tugged them down until your cock sprang free. I smiled, and leaned forward, tongue pushing through my lips to taste the underside just below your helmet. You groaned and I laughed.

"Were you waiting long for breakfast?" I asked between licks.

"Forever."

"Excuse me but I'm going to have breakfast first."

It was a slutty thing to say but I did it for Don's benefit. For the next half hour I sucked your cock, at times thinking I was teasing you for Don's sake and at other's for yours, but in reality I did it mostly for myself. What a turn on, sucking you when I knew Don was watching and didn't know I knew he was, and definitely knowing you were in the dark. Don seemed to want me to fuck you, and I wanted to fuck you, and you wanted to fuck me, and only I knew it all.

I dragged my tongue up and down your shaft, covered your tip with my mouth and tickled your balls, then wiggled my head to shimmy my mouth down to your root. I spit on it and sucked it wetly, let you lift your hips to shove it deeper, but pushed your hands away when you tried to hold my head. I rubbed your wet cock all over my face, painting it with my own saliva, and then swallowed it again, and again, and again.

I hade never sucked a cock like this. Don knew that and I wondered if that knowledge made me try so hard to such a good job for his son. Was it payback, or did I think he'd like it better if I made him a little jealous? I didn't know. I was through analyzing myself. I concentrated on your cock and pleasing you, and your father, and of course myself.

I took it all, without spilling a drop and when you were done, while you were still hard, I straddled your thighs and slid down your shaft, taking it deep into my cunt. It was my turn and I made sure both of you knew how much I needed it.
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*****​

That night, after dinner, Don spent a long time oiling my whole body. He spent most of the time around my ass. Why did he suddenly like my ass so much? Was it because you seemed to like it so much? Probably.

Anyway, I didn't complain when his fingers began spending a lot of time in my crack after working around my pussy for a long time. He kept pushing his longest finger in, rubbing it flat across my anus, again and again, until finally he poked it in, just a bit. I moaned into the pillow and lifted my buttocks.

"Naughty, naughty, Alice."

I moaned something unintelligible and Don pushed his fingertip back. Minutes later, he was pushing it in when every circling massage of my cheeks. Around from my hips to the bottom, a lift and spread, then the finger dragging through and the push into my ass, down to the second knuckle now. A bit of a wiggle and then up to massage my buttocks.

My hips were gyrating, barely able to wait for the finger to return. It felt good. I was surprised. Thought Don had never been interested in my ass many men had looked and it made me wonder why. Did they really want to put it there?

Once, after consuming too much wine and during one of the few times Don did me from behind, I had wiggled my ass to dislodge him. His cock landed high and I moaned to indicate I was willing to try it there but he pulled it down and reinserted it in my pussy. That was the closest I ever came to ass sex. Yet now Don was fingering my ass and I knew he would soon send me away. He wanted me to let our son fuck me in the ass. He pushed his finger in again and I lifted my hips until it shoved all the way in. Don held it in, twisting it back and forth, then slowly pulled it out. He didn't swirl around my buttocks but plunged his finger back in, all the way, again and again. He leaned close and whispered in my ear.

"You have a gorgeous ass, baby."

"Do I?" I moaned.

"Yeah, baby."

I couldn't believe how easily his finger was moving in and out of me. Then suddenly, it was tight again. Too tight.

"Owww."

"Shhhhh, baby. It'll be alright."

He was right. A few minutes later I was rocking my hips to pull both fingers into my ass. I loved it. Then Don stopped.

"I'm tired now, baby."

"Okay, baby. Do you mind if I go downstairs?"

"No. Do your puzzles with Donny. I'm going to rest."

"Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight."
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*****​

I went downstairs in the same long, white nightgown and did a couple of crosswords with your help. I didn't let the nightgown slide up my legs or give any other indication I was ready to play. I was simply killing time so you would think your father was sleeping. After forty minutes or so I got up and dragged the coffee table away from the couch and put it in front of the love seat. You didn't say anything but looked at me funny when I knelt on the floor and leaned over the couch to rest beside you, not over you. You tried to shift me over onto your lap, obviously wanting more of what I had given earlier, but I resisted. You patted the seat by the end of the couch.

"Do you want to rest for a while, Mom?"

"No. I'm fine like this."

You watched me for a while. Neither of us moved until I pulled the nightgown up from under my knees, then returned to my pleasant 'dozing'. You got up and went into the kitchen. I heard you get a glass and fill it with water, then return to drink it. You were watching me. I knew that my body was discernible beneath the thin cotton, and that you would be focusing on my ass.

The glass was placed on the coffee table. You knelt behind me. Finally, you were getting the idea. Your hands landed lightly on my hips, paused, and then slid up along my waist to the side of my breasts. They pushed under until my nipples were pressed into your palms. You squeezed my tits, hard but not harshly, enough to evoke a response if I didn't want you to touch me.

Your hands slid away and the nightgown began rising up my thighs, slowly, bared my ass and was pushed up onto my back. Hands on my thighs, sliding up to my ass, molding it, plying my chees, squeezing them, spreading them, and leaving them. A hand cupping my pussy, rubbing, feeling my wetness, probing, sliding in, joined by another finger, and them moving in and out. Squelching. Was I that wet?

A hand exploring my ass while you fingered me. I twisted my head, toward the stairs. It was dark up there. Was Don there? I knew he was. I pushed my hands back to my ass and spread my cheeks.

"Beautiful," you mumbled.

I smiled and lifted my hips to show my eagerness. Your cock nudged between my thighs, scraping up to my pussy, split my lips and pressed, slipping through the door with a sudden plunge, and then stopped when the head was lodged inside. Slowly, you pushed until your cock was completely inside me. You allowed me to accommodate your girth, then started fucking me, gently, nicely.

Gradually, you moved faster and faster. You tried hard to be the cocksman but it excited me more when I felt you lose control and started banging me harder and harder. Oh yes, I knew you needed me then. I made sounds to encourage you, to let you know how much I loved having you in me. I moaned in ecstasy when you grabbed my hair and lifted my head. I wanted you to think you could do anything with me, despite the discomfort. I wanted you to know I was yours to do with as you pleased. I was tired of plain sex. I wanted excitement, to be fucked good and hard. I wanted to be surprised.

You fucked me good. You were almost too rough but not quite. I think you just got carried away. Anyway, I encouraged it and I loved it, especially when you threw your head back when you came.

Afterward, you stroked slowly in and out of me as if your cock was loathe to leave the heat of my velvety glove. Eventually you fell out but I reached behind to catch your cock and rubbed it up and down my crack, pulling the tip onto my little hole. It took quite a while for you to catch on, before you realized I was trying to insert your cock in my ass. You grabbed you meat, displacing my hand, and I pulled my cheeks apart so there would be no mistake.

You started trying to push it in but it was too soft. That didn't last long. Soon I was struggling to accommodate its girth, trying to relax to let it in. You were hesitant.

"I don't want to hurt you," you whispered.

"I want you to."

"Mom, I can't."

Just then the head popped in and you groaned.

"You can."

You moaned.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little."

You pulled away.

"Don't," I cried.

You hesitated.

"Do it."

You pushed back in. My face screwed up and my eyes squinted but I turned into the cushion to hide it.

"Don't stop."

I put my hand in my mouth and bit my knuckles. You felt so huge but I knew any man would feel big back there. I had seen the amateur movies you had saved on your computer so I knew it could be done but there was an accommodation period. I had also heard the woman cry out Go slow and Don't stop.

You pushed in, way in, then pulled out, slowly, following my orders not to stop or your own sensibilities from watching your 'movies'. In either case, you went in and out, slowly, for some time. I knew you were trying your hardest to be gentle but it was still hard to take. It felt so different! I wondered if I could I really do this for Don. I no longer wanted to do it for myself. Just a bit longer, for Don's sake, and then I would stop.

It started to get easier. It was okay, even felt not too bad. You were working more smoothly now, moving faster but still gently. Yeah, it was going to be okay. Your hand was stroking my back, along my spine, and the other reached around to tickle my fur. Yeah, it wasn't so bad. Different, but not bad.

I liked the fullness of it. The pressure was beginning make me feel warm down there and it was spreading through my pelvis, reaching up to my tummy and beyond. Oh yeah, your finger was strumming my clit nicely now and your cock, God, it was beginning to feel real good moving in my ass. My ass! God, I was being fucked in the ass! I wasn't a boring housewife and mother anymore. I was kind of a…debutante.

I started moaning and you began moving faster. I wasn't making sounds for Don's benefit or yours. I was totally into it and couldn't help making noise. I liked it. I found it hard to believe but the whole thing was great. Not just your cock moving inside me but the thought of doing it with you with your father watching, and you not knowing about it.

I pushed back hard and pulled forward, popping off your cock with a gross sound. I yanked the seat off the couch and, twisting, threw if on the floor. I grabbed a pillow and tossed it on top and then fell on top of the pile centered on my tummy with my ass pushed up. It took only seconds before you had straddled my thighs and pushed your cock back into my dark place.

You rode me like that, sometimes sitting up high like a cowboy on a bronco and sometimes hunched over like a jockey racing for the finish line. I bet you never thought you father could see the ecstasy I knew would be flickering across your face. I lifted my head and you grabbed my hair, probably thinking you were helping me arch my back as I neared orgasm but in reality I was trying to look up the stairs. I thought I saw a glint of light reflecting off a scotch glass but it was probably my imagination. Regardless, I was certain he was there, watching.

I groaned and moaned and mewled and you fucked me just as loudly. You must have thought your father was dead asleep under the influence of pain killers and sleeping pills. When I dropped my head your hands hooked around my shoulders to help power your thrusts into my ass which was taking a severe pounding. I didn't care. It felt good, damn good!

You emptied yourself into my ass, which I discovered later wasn't a good thing. You collapsed on my back, exhausted and spent, and stayed like that a long time. I didn't try to dislodge you because I wanted to give Don time to retreat. I guess you thought I was waiting to start again because eventually you began to grow and move. I pushed you out then and turned over.

As if to prove you didn't want me just for sex, probably because we had gone at it so hard, you kissed me then. Long and deep. It was beautiful and I was touched because the tenderness couldn't be faked. I hadn't kissed that long and deep since our honeymoon and I felt guilty thinking it was better. We kissed and touched and pressed for half an hour or so before I finally pulled away. I think you would have kissed me all night if I hadn't.
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*****​

When I woke up the next morning Don was holding my hand and watching me. Though cold it was sunny outside and the bright light shone on his face.

"Donny's downstairs making breakfast. Pancakes, I think."

I smiled. "Are you going to join us?"

He lifted my hand and pressed it to his lips.

"No, I'll stay upstairs."

"You have to rejoin the world sometime."

"I like the world in our house."

"Downstairs is part of that world."

"I prefer upstairs."

I became serious.

"Are you sure?"

I felt we were speaking to each other between the lines and we both knew it.

"Yes, for now."

"We miss you."

"I'll come down when I'm more comfortable."

"Okay. Is everything alright?"

"Yes. Everything is perfect." Don smiled. "Just perfect, like you."

I smiled. "I love you."

"I know," Don replied, and squeezed my hand.

I rolled toward him, lifted up on one elbow, and kissed his forehead, then twisted off the bed and got up. I sauntered out of the bedroom, sashaying in my bare feet to the door, the knee-length nightgown swishing around my knees. It was an old, threadbare cotton nightgown and it clung to my ass, delineating my buttocks perfectly. I thought Don would enjoy the sight of it and thinking about me wearing it downstairs to breakfast with you.

I insisted you take a tray up to your father before we ate. While you were gone I put the rest in the oven to keep warm and waited for you, syrup in hand. I pulled your pajamas down as soon as you returned and pushed you onto a kitchen chair. My calorie intake for the week was blown away in the next twenty minutes and more than half a bottle of syrup disappeared as my tongue licked it off with long, loving drags up and down your shaft. I let you mark me a little that time and though you apologized profusely I know you loved the look of it on my face.

I went shopping after breakfast, overriding your objections with the excuse that I needed to get out of the house for a while. In reality, I wanted to buy a few nice things to wear, cheeky things, if that isn't too much of a pun. I was pleased with my purchases and looking forward to wearing some of them that afternoon. Don was right. Our house was our own little world and we could do anything in there that made us happy. I was smiling, imagining myself walking around the house in front of you, and Don of course. My body was tingling and I was distracted, very distracted.

I didn't see the red light. I didn't even hear the crash.

I always expected to out live Don. After all, he was nine years older than me and male. I guess in some crazy way I thought we might even be alone for a few years. I didn't imagine you being married with your own family. I suppose I didn't want to think about it but that's what happened. Years after I was gone, of course. Don lived for more another fifteen years, long enough to see two grandchildren. My heart aches for what I missed.

He came by, you know, but didn't stay. You learn a lot here when you meet another soul. You absorb everything which is probably why the few of us that stay avoid each other so diligently. The newcomers don't know at first and are quite shocked when they learn everything from those they meet and then realize they have completely revealed themselves too. Meetings are brief.

Anyway, your father made a point of seeking me out. He knew I would be waiting. Not for him, but for you. That brief whiff as he swirled around me before departing let me know he knew everything about us and didn't begrudge it. He loved us both.

I was wasn't surprised to confirm that he had worked me up to enable, or at least to encourage, sex between us. What I wasn't prepared for was why. It wasn't an unselfish act. Quite the contrary.

You see, your father loved us but there was someone else he loved more and he had been waiting to join her for decades. I knew in those brief seconds that he was leaving to find his mother but I also knew, which he didn't because his senses hadn't yet adapted, that she hadn't waited for him. Like most, she didn't linger in this inter-world wasteland. Those that did were few and far between and had strong links down there that couldn't be broken.

Oh, the despair your father felt as he left, unconsciously suspecting the truth. I felt bad for him but was also shocked. I had no idea about his feelings for his mother. He never talked about her but in passing here I knew what had happened.

Your grandfather's will left everything to your father. Your grandmother, who I remember as a cold, calculating woman, did what she believed she had to. For her own security she seduced her son. Of course, being a naïve teenager, he thought it was true love. There was no internet then, no commonly available tales of incestuous love.

They made love for months and hid it well waiting your grandfather to succumb. I could tell you some delicious stories and will relate them in detail when you arrive. Your grandfather convalesced and here was no need for the will to be executed. As soon as it became apparent he would live, your grandmother cut your father off. Evidently, he never recovered from the emotional shock.

So, dear son, your father had a close call with death and that sped his emotional and physical withdrawal from me, leaving me feeling confused and lonely. I flirted with you to prop up my own need for male attention but let it go too far. Don noticed and that prompted memories of his own mother. The fact that I was about the same age as your grandmother when he first made love to her was not lost on him.

I like to think I would have come to my senses if he hadn't encouraged me to go further, first by making me aware that he knew and second by working me up before sending me downstairs to be with you. I truly believed it was what he wanted. Pleasing two men that I loved, and who I now knew loved me, was irresistible. I thought Don wanted to bestow a special gift upon you, and in a way he did, but it wasn't selfless.

Your father was vicariously reliving his sex life with his mother through us. I sensed no remorse in him when he passed by. It made me sad because I knew he wouldn't find her here and when he finally went up his disappointment would be magnified a thousand fold. Don was destined to remain a tormented soul.

But you, my son. You'll soon be here. I can feel it. I've waited so long, so very, very long and now you're almost here. I know it's hard to leave your family behind but we can be together again and I can fulfill your needs like no one else can. We were meant for each other. I know you were with them longer than me but surely our love was stronger. We'll rise together.

Please hurry.​