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This time I was aware of Dad finishing. I stopped moving inside Mom. Well, not completely, but almost. I listened to him shutting the TV off and removing the tape. Shortly after that, he left and I started moving more forcefully inside Mom's pussy and twisting the soother around more vigorously which she seemed to like. Twice more I got carried away and dragged her head up but caught myself and let it fall forward, though she didn't seem to mind.
I was gearing up for a massive unload of cum when another idea struck me. I pulled the soother out of Mom's ass and she gasped loudly, mourned its loss. I spread her cheeks and spit on her pucker, pulled my cock out, and positioned it's tip in the now nickel-sized hole. I applied pressure but was ready to cease and desist upon Mom's objection. However, there was no protest from that quarter so I pushed steadily until my helmet popped into Mom's dark hole.
"Ummphhh."
She was unexpectedly tight, especially after being worked for so long with the soother. Still, her ass slowly gave way and my cock sunk deeper and deeper until my balls were tight against her cheeks. I was fully plugged into my mother's ass.
I began moving in and out, very gently. Mom took it without reaction for the first minute or so but then started pushing back like she had when I had first started fingering her butthole. Occasionally, I shoved my cock in deep and held it there, squeezing my thighs together to bulge my cock into greater thickness. Mom groaned loudly when I did that so I made it a regular pattern. Soon, we had fallen into a rhythm of steady fucking followed by two or three sudden, deep, bulging thrusts.
I grasped Mom's hair and gently pulled her head up but this time I didn't release it. I leaned forward so I could whisper in her ear and told her how much I loved her. Gradually, as I fucked her ass faster and faster, my whispers became hoarser and hoarser. I was sweating profusely now and felt my body sliding on Mom's back and ass, slickened by our sweat.
I was just thinking that I could do this all day when my cock started unloading, spurting its treasure in Mom's ass. I had the presence of mind to pull out and spray the rest on her ass and back but a couple of spurts were dumped into her dark, now not-so-secret cavern.
There was no admonition this time to never speak about what happened. I found and handed Mom her dress and put my own clothes back on. When we were both dressed, and Mom had done what she could with her hair, I helped her up, unable to resist a playful pat, so she could crawl out the window. I followed and we slipped furtively through the neighbor's yard to the street. After that we walked in silence to her car, which was parked down the street and around the corner, and Mom drove us home.
"Hi," she called when we got in the house. "I stopped at the store and picked Warren up from work. Are you hungry?"
"Starving," Dad replied.
I went up to my room, fully expecting things to continue, whether we talked about it or not.
*****
When I finished the latest story for Nurse Carver my fingers were deep inside her skirt, brushing across her panties. She squeezed her legs tight around my arm and shuddered, then quivered again about twenty seconds later. When the pressure of her thighs subsided, I withdrew my arm but kept my hand near her knee, fingers stretching out to affectionately caress the underside of her leg.
"Wow," that's an incredible story. Is it true?"
I returned her gaze as she contemplated my face. I didn't need to reply, she could see in my eyes it was.
"What happened then?"
"Well, Dad watched movies of Grandma once or twice a week if he knew both Mom and I wouldn't be home for a while. Each time, we got together and read magazines until Dad came downstairs. Sometimes we got together on our own. I liked those times because we would just read and touch each other until I got too excited. Then, I had to play with Mom until she signaled she was ready. Sometimes she made me wait a long time which drove me nuts but also made the sex better."
"So, you liked being with your mother alone?"
"Yeah, but she got more excited when we were watching Dad. I wanted to be with her somewhere else where we didn't have to worry about being heard but Dad almost never went out except to go to work."
Susan laughed. "I guess that put a damper in your activities."
"It did at first, but one day I came home from school just as Mom returned from shopping early. Dad's car was in the driveway which was surprising because it was hours before he usually finished work. When we got in the house, we realized he was in the basement…"
*****
Mom took her coat off and I took it for her. She quietly walked into the kitchen while I hung it up. When I joined her she was standing above the heat vent in the corner of the kitchen above the rumpus room, her head tilted sideways, listening.
"He's watching," she whispered.
I stood close behind her and put my arms around her waist. She felt tense and I realized she was excited so I kissed the nape of her neck and pressed myself into her backside.
"I don't think we can get into the hideaway without him hearing us."
"Are you sure?"
I grasped Mom's breast but she pushed my hands down so I dropped them down and lifted her skirt.
"I'm sure," I said.
Mom brushed my hands away.
We can't do that here. You father could come up any time."
"It sounds like he's busy," I countered, slipping my hands under her dress again.
"Yes. It's too bad we can't get in the hideaway now."
I knew Mom was imagining what was on the screen. I slipped my hand under her skirt, reached around front, and fit my palm over her mound, then nuzzled her neck.
"I wonder what they're doing?"
Mom sucked her breath in sharply as Grandma moaned on the screen downstairs and I pressed my long finger into the groove on the front of her panties.
"We could go upstairs," I suggested.
"No, it's too dangerous," Mom whispered.
"He'll be busy for a while."
"Shhhhhh." Mom reached back and rubbed the front of my pants. "Let me listen," she said.
I unsnapped my jeans and pulled, forcing the zipper apart. Mom's hand slipped inside to rub the outside of my underwear. I slipped my hand inside her panties and massaged her pussy. When I pushed my finger inside her, Mom dragged my cock out and started jacking it. She kneeled down closer to the vent, pulling my cock and me down with her but more to the side to make it easier for her to jack me.
Mom was intent on listening and not paying much attention to jacking me nicely so I put a hand on the back of her head and gently urged her closer and closer to my cock. She didn't realize what I was doing until she was very close but then opened her mouth so I pushed my cock into it. Immediately, I started pumping her face.
"I bet Grandma's letting Dad do this," I huffed, hoping that made it more acceptable to Mom, or at least, convinced her to let me keep doing it. "Grandma liked sucking him."
That seemed to be true, given how much film was devoted to Dad pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. Mom didn't answer but her face twisted more toward me making it easier to get more of my cock inside her mouth instead of poking into her cheek. I grasped the top of her head with my right hand but kept the left on the back to encourage her not to pull away.
"Oh yeah, Mom. That's awesome."
I pumped her face but was careful not to push in too far because I didn't want her to stop. Of course, I inevitably poked in too far and Mom drew away, sputtering.
"Don't be so rough."
"Sorry."
I pressed Mom's head back onto my cock and started pumping, gently at first but eventually going in toofar again."
Sputter, sputter.
"Be careful."
"Sorry." Pump, pump. "Grandma could do it." Pump, pump, pump.
Mom sputtered and backed her head off. I waited while she gulped in some air and before she could complain, pushed my cock back in her mouth. Pump, pump, pump.
Sputter, cough, cough.
"Grandma was real good at it."
Back in, oh yeah, fucking her mouth, fucking her face, sliding in, so slick. Oh shit, I pulled out too far and my cock skidded over her cheek. Eagerly, I pulled back and jabbed, missed, pulled back and pushed. Oh yeah, warm, wet, and slick, so slick. Pump, pump, pump.
I pulled out before Mom started to sputter. I was learning. Three gasps for air and I was back inside, fucking her beautiful mouth, holding her head, fucking it, fucking it.
Suddenly, I hunched over Mom's head and pulled it in tight, forcing my cock way in. Mom tried to pull back, then stopped as my cum blasted into her throat. I could feel her neck pulsing, expanding to take my flow. My stomach convulsed. I tried to pull out because I didn't want to hurt Mom but she wasn't trying to pull away anymore. I relaxed and let my balls unload. Most of it was gone now and I pulled part way out. Mom's hand grasped my shaft and she sucked on the end of my cock, her tongue swirling around the helmet, licking the underside. She pulled all the way off, looked at my cock, and kissed it.
"As good as Grandma was?"
"Better," I gasped.
I pushed forward and Mom let my cock slip inside. She sucked it for a few seconds, then drew away.
"You made me miss it," she complained.
"There'll be more. He'll be down there for another hour at least," I said, looking at my watch.
"You think so?"
"Yeah, but I have something better to listen to."
I got up and tugged on Mom's hand.
"I'm not into watching porn," she said.
"This is different," I said.
She got up, laughed, and said, "I'm not going anywhere with you with that thing waving around. Put it away."
I zipped up my jeans, grasped Mom's hand again, and said, "Come on."
"You're sure he won't…"
"He won't, and you won't want to miss this."
Mom let me lead her upstairs. At the door to her room, I asked her if we could use her TV.
"It's not on the Internet?" she asked.
"No. Turn on your TV and I'll be right there."
Mom went into her room and I pulled her door almost closed, then went into my father's room. Quickly, I pulled the drawer out of his bedside table, removed the bottom plate and reached inside to unlatch the secret cupboard door. The front popped open, revealing eight VHS tapes. They were stacked two deep and one was missing from the front row. I pulled one out, got the one behind it, and carefully replaced the one in front, in line with the others in the front row. I closed the cupboard and latched it from the inside, replaced the bottom plate and inserted the drawer.
The TV was on and Mom was reclining on her bed. I closed her bedroom door.
"So what is it you want me to see so badly?"
"You'll see."
I inserted the tape into the tape player and joined Mom on the bed, snuggling in behind her. Mom hit play.
She gasped when Grandma walked into her bedroom, the same room in which we were watching her now. Grandma went to the bed, passing by another camera whose reel was slowly turning. She bent over the bed until her head and shoulders were on the mattress and waited.
"She's so much older here."
I hadn't realized it but now that Mom mentioned it I realized that Grandma was about ten years or so older than she was on the tape we had seen. A quick mental calculation explained the reason for Mom's shock: she and Dad must have been married when this video was taken.
Dad strode into the room, quickly lifted Grandma's floor-length skirt and flipped it onto her back. He dropped his pants and, holding his cock, drove it into her from behind. Without wasting an instant, he started banging Grandma hard, skidding her face along the comforter and then pulling her back by the hips.
The room was filled with grunts and moans. The pace, which had started at the upper end of vigorous, climbed to a furious pace. When it seemed impossible to become more frenetic, Dad shoved Grandma forward and she climbed onto the bed. Quickly, my father clambered up behind her and forced her flat on the mattress, straddled her thighs and re-inserted his cock. The slam-fuck continued until he came which was the only time he slowed down, lunging forward in great rocking movements that urged Grandma toward the other side of the bed. When he was finished, her upper body had flopped completely over the side.
There was still no sound so we couldn't hear what they were saying but Grandma was clearly not angry. Dad pulled her back onto the bed and she laid back, cuddling his head on her chest. After a while, he started undoing her fancy blouse.
"I remember that blouse," Mom whispered.
It wasn't until she spoke that I realized that I hadn't even touched her. Like her, my attention had been riveted on the screen but now I started undoing her blouse. Quickly, I caught up to Dad on the screen and peeled Mom's blouse apart at the same time that he opened Grandma's. They were both wearing a simple chemise underneath which was odd for Mom but normal for Grandma's times. I leaned down, in concert with Dad, and latched my mouth onto Mom's nipple through the thin material of the chemise. When Dad's hand slipped under Grandma's skirt, mine explored the inside of Mom's.
Mom clearly liked watching her husband touching his mother the same way she was getting fondled by her own son but most of all I think she loved seeing Grandma get fucked. I sensed Mom was horny and getting hornier every second Grandma was on the screen.
I pushed three fingers inside her and she didn't try to push my hand awa or say anything about Dad being just downstairs, she just opened her legs to provide better access. She was so wet in less than a minute most of my hand was inside her cunt and twisting back and forth. I didn't realize it at first, because I was concentrating on what I was doing, but when I looked at the screen Dad was doing the same thing to Grandma.
He turned and smiled at the camera which jolted me so much my hand stop moving. Mom moaned, lifted her ass and pushed back, scrunching down and completely enveloping my hand. I didn't react because I hadn't yet digested the fact that Dad was smiling at the camera and not me. Mom scrunched on my hand again and moaned louder.
I had read about this whole hand thing…fisting I think it was called. Yeah, fisting. Mom rolled her cunt on my hand and moaned again.
"Put your face in the pillow."
"What?"
"Put your face in the pillow. You're getting too loud."
Mom turned her face into the pillow and I got up on to my elbow so I could get better control of my arm and hand and also a better view of Dad fisting Grandma. The next time Dad smiled at the camera I smiled back.
Mom's muffled voice drew me back to reality.
"Is he still doing it to her?"
"Doing what?"
"Using his whole hand. Ohhhhh, God."
I twisted and pushed, spread my fingers and pulled back, closed and scrunched them together, then pushed in with a twist.
"Ohhhh, Jesus, don't stop. Please, don't stop."
Mom twisted her head so she could see the screen. Grandma was up on her hands, arms straight with legs parted and stretched back. Mom copied her position and I fucked her cunt with my hand, not hard but intensely, until the strength left her arms and she collapsed on the bed, moaning like she was gut shot, her whole body trembling violently. The muscles in her thighs tensed to the breaking point and her pelvis jerked wildly making it hard to keep my hand in place. Suddenly a torrent of fluid doused my wrist and arm as Mom's orgasm let loose and probably the contents of her bladder. Her legs drew up and my hand squirted out. Mom quivered all over, whispering, "Oh God, oh God, oh God…"
I thought she probably didn't want to talk or be near anyone so I left. Fortunately, Dad was still downstairs.
*****
It was almost my last night in the hospital and Susan didn't come until after midnight. She always made sure the other patients were quiet before coming to see me. She liked my stories and the hand under her skirt.
"I guess this is the last story," she said when she came. You're leaving in a few days and this is my last shift for the week.
"It doesn't have to be."
Susan sat on the side of the bed. "You're getting better, and you have keep it that way."
"Oh, I fully intend on doing that, with your help."
"My help?"
"Yes, I've come up with a solution for your problem, and one that will help me too."
"My problem?"
"Yes. The one with your son. I've been thinking about it a lot and I have a plan that I'm sure will keep him away from the gangs."
Susan raised her eyebrows, indicating her interest level had stepped up several notches.
"I don't think I'll keep getting better without proper care," I began.
"I gave you the name of some good homecare nurses," she interrupted.
"But I'm used to the best," I smiled.
"Warren…"
"Just hear me out. I need live-in professional care and I can afford it." I held up my hand as Susan started to object. "I can offer you a large room of your own, and one for your son too." I dropped my hand. I could see the last part intrigued her but was it enough to overcome her objection to the first?
"A room for my son?"
"Yes. It will only be for six months but that will be long enough to get him away from the gangs and you'll save money on rent, enough to get into a better place when I'm better."
"But…"
"You can store your stuff at my place. I have a large rumpus room, remember, and it's empty now." I smiled.
"Natewill never leave his friends. It will only push him onto them faster."
"He'll come."
"How can you be so sure? Why would he?"
"Because you'll invite him."
"I'll invite him? I don't see how that would work. He'd rather be on his own than with a nagging mother."
Realization dawned on Susan's face and I smiled.
"Oh, no. I'm not…I can't do that. I'm not judging what happened between you and your mother. I know the two of you had a wonderful relationship but I could never do that."
"I'm not asking you to."
"Then what are you saying?"
"I'm saying, entice him a little. That's all."
"He wouldn't be interested. He's not like you and I'm not your mother."
"You're even more beautiful than my mother, and you'd be surprised what your son might be interested in."
"I'm not, he wouldn't…"
"You're a beautiful woman, Susan, though you do try to hide it, but I'm sure your son can see it if he's given a glimpse."
"He wouldn't be tricked by something so obvious."
"So don't be obvious. Make it fun. The secret to laying a trap is to use bait that's so compelling the prey is blind to the cage surrounding it."
"And you think showing a little leg will make him forget about the friends he's leaving behind?"
"Well, it might take a little more than a leg."
"He'll think I'm a horrible mother."
I laughed. "I meant, tell him there's a car he can use once a week to visit them, an old '67 Corvette."
Susan laughed too. "Oh, I just…because, you know, your stories…"
"Just let him know what a sexy mother he has. If there's one thing a man likes to be around, it's a sexy woman. He'll follow."
"He'll hate me when nothing happens."
"But you won't be offering him anything, just letting him see and imagine. It's not your fault if his imagination runs wild. He'll blame himself, not you, and by then he'll be away from the gang. I live in a nice neighborhood. If you stretch it out for a month or two after you move it should be enough to break the link."
Susan looked uncertain.
"You're his mother and whether he acts like it or not, he loves you. It will work."
"Do you really think so?"
